Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"Huh, no matter whether you are going through the Heavenly Tribulation of the Xuanzun Realm or not, since the old man has already left the retreat, before the Qinggu Sacrifice is opened, go to the God Killing Realm and see who you are. Flee from the hands of Moze."

The red-haired old man murmured, surprised that the person who killed his avatar did not fall into the hands of Mo Ze.

After a little deliberation, he quickly made a decision.

The Qinggu Sacrifice will start soon, but he doesn't think it will take a long time for him to reach the God Slaughter Realm.

It is enough time to kill the person who killed his avatar, and then prepare to enter the Green Valley.

At the same time, the red-haired old man was extremely curious. When Sha Shao entered the realm of killing gods earlier, the realm of the murderer was just the realm of the demon king, crossing the catastrophe of the demon king.But in less than 500 years, he has already advanced to the peak of Demon Venerable, and is on the way to the realm of Profound Venerable.

Such a fast cultivation speed was beyond the expectation of the red-haired old man.

Surprised in his heart, he wanted to capture the opponent, and then do a soul search to see if other interfaces can really make the monk advance so quickly?

Looking at the jade tablet in his hand, the red-haired old man's eyes flashed with a gleam of contempt.

He really didn't pay too much attention to the Yuanshen of a person who had crossed Xuanzun's heavenly tribulation.

The old man waved his hand, and suddenly several sound transmission symbols appeared in front of him, and whispers sounded from his mouth.As the fluorescent lights flickered, several sound transmission symbols disappeared and shot out, disappearing without a trace.

After arranging the red-haired old man, he regained his composure and began to perform the spell.

"Momou said that no one will survive today."

In a vast sea area with tumbling waves and surging sea water, in a place where energy surged for hundreds of miles, several monks were fighting fiercely.

A cold voice suddenly resounded rumblingly on the surface of the sea full of energy.

"Hmph, don't talk big, junior. You are not weak, but you are still alone. If you still want to survive, stay away obediently, and my brothers can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, you will be like everyone in the Xin family today." , fell and died in this vast land."

A cold snort sounded, tit for tat, without flinching.

"I really don't know how to live or die. Momou is in a very bad mood right now. Since you don't know what is good or bad, Momou will use some means today to capture your spirit and sacrifice it." The voice was full of violence again. If you open your mouth, you want to draw out the soul and refine the soul of the other party.

As the words came out, a thick black mist suddenly spewed out, and an icy cold filled the scene immediately.

"Ah, brother, why is this magic mist so cold? And it has such a confinement power."

As soon as the mist emerged, among the several people who were attacking a young monk in the middle, one of them suddenly felt his heart tremble, and shouted anxiously.

What this person attacked was a long whip that had turned into a strange python.

The long whip flashed, and as soon as Shi Shi came into contact with the black mist, an unspeakable coldness suddenly imprisoned the huge strange python in it.No matter how much this cultivator, who has reached the middle stage of spiritual power, pushes it, it will be difficult to manipulate it proficiently.

Seeing this scene, how can this monk not be shocked.

The other party was in the same realm as him, but the terrifying power displayed by this terrifying ice-cold magic fog was definitely not something he could easily resist.

"Brothers, this person's supernatural powers are extremely amazing. If I'm not mistaken, he should have the secrets of the fairy world. Let's quickly sacrifice each other to rely on supernatural powers, and kill this boy here, so as not to have long nights and dreams. Lots of branches."

Seeing the power of the mist suddenly appear, the face of the first middle-aged cultivator at the pinnacle of psychic power flickered, and with the fierce eyes in his eyes, he said anxiously.

In his heart at this moment, there is both fear and surprise.

Based on his knowledge, he can naturally see that the means used by the young monks under siege at the moment are very extraordinary, and it may be a powerful supernatural power passed down from the fairy world.

Supernatural powers in the fairy world are extremely rare in the interface of the Outer Heaven and Demon Realm.

If they can get a practice method of supernatural powers in the fairy world, for the brothers, it will definitely be several times better than the benefits obtained by slaughtering the Xin family.

The cultivators of Demon Realm are fierce and aggressive, but seeing a piece of supernatural power in front of them now, the leader would not be afraid to stop, but the mana in his body surged wildly, and the momentum suddenly gushed out.

Several other people were shocked when they heard the middle-aged man's words.

They are casual cultivators, and it is extremely rare for them to come across scrolls of divine powers in the fairy world.Even if a scroll of fairy world secret art appeared in the auction house, it would definitely be obtained by those families or sect forces.

Even those sects that have the secret art of the fairy world, it is definitely not something that everyone in the sect can practice.

Therefore, it is really difficult to meet someone who knows the secrets of the fairy world in the huge demon realm.

At this moment, seeing this young monk who only had the mid-term cultivation of the Demon Lord, unexpectedly displayed a powerful magical power of magic mist. The surrounding monks, instead of being afraid to stay away, were all shocked.

"If you want Momou's supernatural power cultivation method, it depends on whether you have the means. Don't you want to experience the full power of this supernatural power? Momou will do as you wish."

Facing the siege of several monks whose cultivation level was not lower than his own, and the opponents were about to resort to their own powerful secret techniques to attack together, the trapped young monks did not show a trace of panic.

His expression was cold, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The whole body was filled with mist, and thick black mist spewed out one after another, quickly permeating the surroundings, and an icy breath that was a few minutes colder than before swept out immediately.

"Ah, you...you are the soul devouring magic silk supernatural power. Could it be that you are the sixth clone of Emperor Yuyan, Moze?"

Just as the mana in the young monk's body surged and he cast out the incantations, the middle-aged monk who was the leader suddenly let out a loud cry, and his face showed a look of panic.

As a cultivator in the Demon Realm, and his cultivation has reached the realm of the Demon Lord, he naturally has a lot of experience.After exercising a strange probing power, the leading middle-aged monk suddenly saw blue silk threads that were invisible to the naked eye rapidly interspersed in the thick gushing magic fog.

Seeing the blue silk thread suddenly, the middle-aged monk's heart was shocked, and soon, a name of a powerful existence that made him tremble all over appeared in his mind.

At the same time, he also suddenly awakened, knowing the true identity of the young monk in front of him.

"Hmph, it's too late to realize that I'm afraid now." The young monk clasped a formula with both hands, and said it in a cold tone, and the last formula in his hand had already been sacrificed.

"Run away, this attack is not something we can resist."

Hearing the young monk's confirmation, the leader, the middle-aged man, immediately yelled.Before the voice could be heard, a mass of green light flashed wildly from his body, and he had resorted to some kind of powerful escape magic power.

The other monks were no less knowledgeable than the middle-aged monks. When they first heard the name of the Soul-eating Magic Thread, they were already frightened.

"Don't leave your life behind, I want to escape and dream." The cold words sounded, and the black mist, which was already fast, suddenly diffused at a high speed, and it expanded by more than double in an instant.