Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

The giant feet stepped down, carrying the wind that swept across the world, and there seemed to be a roar that shook the eardrums, like the thunder of the heavenly tribulation that shook the universe, rumbling from the sky.

Looking from a distance, the dense fog that appeared out of thin air seemed to be a huge mountain peak that filled more than a thousand feet, and seemed to fall directly from outside the region.

The supernatural power of stepping on the mountain, originally there was no such thunderous sound when it was aroused, it can be described as silent.

But at this moment, Qin Fengming used his stepping feet, the astonishing rumbling sound shook the sky, the momentum was extremely overwhelming, and the high-altitude fog surged like Qiongyu collapsing.

Such a shocking scene is completely different from when it was first performed.

Qin Fengming and Zihao showed up, and it took only two or three sentences to make a decisive move.

Although the voices of the two were not loud, they were full of confidence. Cultivator Fang Yuan's spiritual sense had shrouded the two of them, so they could naturally hear the conversation clearly on the spot.

In the short words, everyone present knew clearly that the two monks had injuries in their bodies at the moment, and the injuries that could be suppressed by the two powerful people were naturally not minor illnesses or disasters.

However, when everyone saw Qin Fengming who was injured, he shot again immediately, and the trembling feeling that had been suppressed in their hearts surged in everyone's chest again.

Everyone in the seven palm prints could remain indifferent, but when they saw the giant feet suddenly appearing in the air, these top powers suddenly felt dizzy in their minds, and their bodies seemed to be unstable.

The falling momentum of the giant foot seemed unpleasant, but a terrifying and corrosive atmosphere that melted everyone's consciousness enveloped it, and everyone's consciousness just touched it, and immediately dodged away quickly.

Although they were not personally under the giant feet, all the monks present suddenly felt a chill rushing down their backs due to the monstrous weather and the terrifying power of divine soul erosion that filled it.

Everyone didn't know what happened to Zihao who was in it, because Zihao was also in the mist at this moment and disappeared.

Although Qin Fengming was the first to throw out those huge palm prints, the giant feet in the air arrived first, stepping into the mist around Zihao's body from the air.

As the feet and feet touched the mist, the seven huge palm prints and the ghost-biting mist also suddenly touched the mist thrown out by Zihao's body.

Although it is tedious and time-consuming to say, when Qin Fengming spoke, the three major attacks appeared on the spot almost instantly

The three major attacking supernatural powers are released in sequence, but the attack on Linshen Zihao is almost in no order.

Under the gaze of dozens of powerful monks present, Zihao did not flicker to dodge this time, but the mist around his body suddenly surged and rolled, facing the opponent's attack and went away.

Before the giant feet and huge palms could make a sound, a rustling sound like ten thousand ants biting had already sounded at the place where the Ghost Biting Yin Mist and the mist around Zi Hao touched.

"Impossible, you... are you a Mahayana monk!"

Just when the giant feet landed from the sky, a surprised word suddenly came out from the two clouds of mist, the voice was a little hasty, but also a little unbelievable.

But just after the words of the voice fell, a very firm word sounded again: "Although your attacking spirit energy is magnificent, you are not a Mahayana person. As long as you are not a Mahayana, these attacks of yours are also for Zimou. It's just a threat. Let me see how powerful your attacks are."

In the voice of the words, a huge energy gushed out from the mist around Zihao's body, and the huge feet that fell rapidly seemed to be blocked by some kind of huge force, and suddenly trembled, and the speed dropped sharply.

At the same time, a dull thumping sound came from the mist above Zihao's head.

"Huh, you managed to block Qin's three attacks so easily." As the huge legs were completely blocked, a soft "huh" sounded from Qin Fengming's mouth.

Qin Fengming's attack this time, naturally he will not hold back anything. The three supernatural powers have been activated by him, and their power is far from what it was before.

In Qin Fengming's expectation, facing the combination of these three supernatural powers, even if a Mahayana is suddenly attacked, it will definitely shock him.

However, what he saw in front of him made his tactics against Zihao even higher in his heart.

Before the huge palm prints slapped, what Qin Fengming felt was a very resilient blocking force, as if the palm prints had directly entered a piece of mud that didn't know how deep it was.

At the same time, a terrifying gnawing force emerged that made Qin Fengming's heart shudder, as if huge palm prints were being gnawed by countless ferocious beasts.

After a short induction, Qin Fengming discovered that as soon as the first palm print entered the mist of Zihao, less than half of the majestic energy was lost.No matter how he pushed it, he couldn't make the power of the palm print surge again.

With a sudden change in his mind, Qin Fengming directly gave up controlling the palm prints.

And when Qin Fengming was concentrating on urging the foot of the mountain to fall, he felt the same situation as in the palm prints, except that the terrifying force of gnawing became much smaller.

But the somewhat flexible yet tough and unconquerable obstructive force has not weakened, but has become clearer.

"Bang!" A huge bang sounded, carrying a surge of soul energy, which suddenly enveloped the mist around Zihao's body.

Stepping on the foot of the mountain, it was so easily cracked by Zihao.

Seeing the foot of the mountain crumbling and the majestic energy of the soul covering it, Qin Fengming was surrounded by the ghostly mist with a serious expression on his face.

At the foot of the mountain, when the Moze was cast, it contained an extremely terrifying and powerful soul-eating magic thread. Although Qin Fengming also got a lot, he still couldn't activate the soul-eating magic thread at the moment. Imprisoned, Qin Fengming has not been able to release it.

Even with the soul-eating magic thread, Qin Fengming would not use it when facing Zihao.

Soul-devouring magic silk is a thing of Moze, and he only collected part of it. Facing an extremely difficult opponent like Zihao, Soul-devouring magic silk may not be able to make meritorious deeds.If it is destroyed by Zihao, then the loss outweighs the gain.

"Hmph, the methods of the younger generation are indeed not comparable to those of ordinary Xuanzhu peak people, but these methods of yours are completely useless in front of Zimou. Now, you should also be attacked by Zimou."

At the same time as a cold snort sounded, a vast mist with extremely powerful impact suddenly rose into the sky from the mist around Zihao's body.

The mist surged violently, like huge waves rising from the surface of the sea, breaking through the huge cover of spirit energy after the foot of the mountain was shattered, and suddenly appeared in the midair.

The mist surged and rolled, and it swelled and covered the surroundings at a very terrifying speed.It's like an ancient monster with a head and a body reaching the sky, suddenly jumping out of the ground from under the ground.

The target of the huge mist is the ghost-eating cloud that Qin Fengming sacrificed.

The distance between the two sides was only a few hundred feet, and with just a flash of thought, the black mist that soared into the sky had already shrouded the ghostly mist.

The powerful erosive effect of the Ghost Mist did not show its due effect on the suddenly enveloping mist. Suddenly, the Ghost Mist was invaded by the mist.

What made Qin Fengming's heart shudder even more was that just as the monstrous mist suddenly approached him, streaks of pitch-black things as thick as tentacles suddenly appeared in the mist around him.