Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

With serious eyes, the expression of the old man surnamed Shi suddenly lost his previous indifferent expression.

With two hands, several spells were shot towards the dense fog ahead.There was a shrill howl of ghosts suddenly, and the mysterious master-level ghost in the Xuanling Realm, who had never made a move, suddenly howled loudly.Three of them jumped out, carrying more than a dozen ghost master-level ghosts in the realm of supernatural powers, and rushed straight ahead.

Since the ghost master-level ghosts cannot kill the youth on the other side, there will naturally be no problem with the three mysterious master-level ghosts that are equivalent to the realm of the monk's mysterious spirit.

The old man stared at the two huge clouds that seemed to be engulfing each other, and his eyes kept flickering sharply.

The psychic youth in front of him seemed to be much more difficult than he had imagined.

Although those ghosts were sacrificed and refined by the old man, he was not like Fang Liang, who could directly control them with the power of divine thoughts.The old man is able to control thousands of ghosts, relying on a kind of supernatural power he has practiced, using special spells in the supernatural powers to make those ghosts who have no intelligence but only know killing to attack by instinct. set objectives.

Naturally, this method of driving ghosts to attack cannot be compared with being able to directly control ghosts' attacks.

It is precisely because the old man cannot directly have a spiritual connection with the ghosts in the mist, which naturally makes him unable to know the specific state of the many ghosts in the thick mist at the moment.

In the dark mist at this moment, Fang Liang and Jin Che lived in different places, and they were capturing the shivering ghosts, or they were directly devouring the origin of the ghosts by sacrificing a strange mist.

On the other side, two tall puppets that were as tall as a hill joined forces to force the ghosts who tried to escape back to Fang Liang and Jin Che.

Qin Fengming and the second soul did not stop at this moment, but stood on a lotus platform, under the protection of a restraining wall, each cast a spell, captured a ghost with a spirit in front of him, and then imprisoned it , sent directly to the Sumeru Dimension and handed over to the second Danying for processing.

This time, he never thought that this old man in the late stage of Xuanling, who had hidden supernatural powers and was beyond imagination, would abandon his own powerful supernatural powers, secret techniques and magic weapons, and release many ghosts and ghosts instead.

Facing thousands of ghosts, other monks might be terrified and suddenly lose the will to resist.

However, as far as Qin Fengming is concerned, seeing so many ghosts appearing, the joy in his heart is even worse than suddenly seeing a large number of 10,000+ year-old spirit grass.

No matter how much the spirit grass is cherished, Qin Fengming will not need it at the moment, but there are a lot of ghosts and ghosts, but they are what he needs urgently at the moment.

Whether it is Fang Liang or Jin Che, they all need countless powerful ghosts and ghosts.And he also needs a lot of Yinhun origin to cultivate the magic power of life and soul silk.

Even Hexuan, who is melting the bones of the evil corpse at this moment, needs the source of spirit to supplement the energy of his own soul baby.

Encountering such a good thing, how could Qin Fengming and Fang Liang miss it? They did their best and began to wantonly integrate this once-in-a-thousand-year lucky event.

"Impossible, how can you, a mere first-order peak psychic, survive for so long under the attack of three mysterious ghosts and dozens of ghosts?"

Seeing that after the three mysterious master-level ghosts joined the battle, the young monk's highly corrosive mist did not show any abnormality, the eyes of the old man surnamed Shi opened wide, and the sound of shouting immediately sounded from his mouth.

Three ghosts of the Xuanling level, in this dark mist, can be said to be able to overwhelm a monk at the beginning of the Xuan level.

But on the opposite side, a person who is at the peak of psychic powers is still able to stalemate, how can this not make the old man surnamed Shi feel suspicious.

"Don't you have a powerful magic circle that can be activated out of thin air?" Suddenly, the old man surnamed Shi thought of a possibility, and said anxiously.

When he was in the Miwanghai, Qin Fengming once boarded the damaged Flying Eagle Boat, and assisted a peak Xuanling in the Flying Eagle Hall to repair the damaged prohibition circle on the Flying Eagle Boat.

Seeing that the three mysterious masters, hundreds of ghost masters, and thousands of ghost king ghosts were unable to kill Qin Fengming, the old man immediately thought of the powerful magic circle.

Only a powerful magic circle can make him explain clearly what he saw in front of him.

"Hmph, even if you have a powerful magic circle, can you still resist the joint attack of dozens of mysterious masters, hundreds of ghost masters, and thousands of ghost king ghosts?"

The dark mist in front of him suddenly rolled up, and howls came out, and terrifying ghosts appeared hideously in the dark mist, rushing towards the even bigger dark mist in front of them like one after another.

The old man surnamed Shi didn't believe it himself. With so many powerful ghosts, even the magic circle of a cultivator at the peak of the gods couldn't be broken.

The hands danced rapidly, one after another curses were shot out, and they quickly sank into the dark mist.

However, to the astonishment of the old man surnamed Shi, after nearly ten thousand ghosts and ghosts completely entered the highly corrosive dark mist of the other party, although the mist surged and surged more vigorously than before, the battle never stopped.

Time passed slowly, and the terrifying howls of ghosts gradually weakened.

Seeing such a situation, the old man surnamed Shi's expression became extremely gloomy, his brows were frowned, and he didn't know why for a while.

Although the opponent's Yin Mist is extremely extraordinary, it has not yet been placed in the eyes of the old man. The Yin Mist he sacrificed has enough power to restrain the opponent's Yin Mist.

But at this moment, he really didn't know what kind of means the other party had used to resist the joint attack of more than a dozen mysterious ghosts.If the opponent's magic circle can do this so easily, then its power will definitely have the strength to fight against the late stage and peak of the mysterious rank.

But such a powerful array, if only relying on one array disk, it is really difficult to achieve such power.

Puzzled in his heart, the old man surnamed Shi changed his mind suddenly, and immediately made a formula with both hands, intending to take back thousands of ghosts.

But what made his complexion change suddenly was that after he sacrificed the spell, the thousands of ghosts that should have swarmed back did not retreat in front of him as quickly as usual after he sacrificed the spell.

It seemed that the ghost suddenly lost the control of the spell.

"Ah, not good!" An exclamation suddenly came from the mouth of the old man surnamed Shi.

As soon as the words came out, his hands were already waving quickly, and a cloud of gray-white mist suddenly appeared in front of him.

The air mass rotated rapidly, and the energy of the surrounding world gathered rapidly.

In just an instant, a solid gray-white ball appeared between his hands.

Without the slightest hesitation, with a sudden push with both hands, a condensed ball containing terrifying vitality shot out, flying directly towards the thick mist thousands of feet away.

Amid a rapid piercing sound, a dark crack in space suddenly appeared.

The ball shot out, and a terrifying icy breath immediately spread out, and the surrounding wind suddenly made a fine crackling sound, as if the wind in the cave was instantly frozen by the cold.

"Hmph, you really haven't done it if you want to kill Qin." A shout suddenly resounded at the same time as the old man sacrificed the ball.

As soon as the words came out, the dense mist that was already swelling rapidly suddenly became more violent.

Huge sword blades of dazzling multicolored colors suddenly appeared, and the blades were wrapped in the multicolored rays of light, chopping forward, and the void became distorted and deformed wherever it passed.