Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"If you want to use these few ghosts to trap and kill Momou, you still can't do it."

Suddenly, a shout sounded from a distance, followed by several bangs.Following several mournful howls, a monstrous fluctuation suddenly appeared in the distant mountains and forests.

"The younger generation wanted to die, but actually severely injured the old man's five mysterious spirits."

The bang resounded throughout, and the middle-aged monk suddenly exclaimed an angry word.The sound sounded, and suddenly fluctuations appeared around him, and in an instant, he disappeared on the spot.

"Be careful, Commander Demon, this person can use the power of the magic circle to sneak attack." Suddenly seeing the undulating appearance of the middle-aged figure, Qin Fengming's shout followed.

Before Qin Fengming could finish his words, a dull roar suddenly came back from a distance.

The roar resounded, and a figure was suddenly ejected, as if thrown by some powerful force, and fell towards the distance.

"Sneak attack Momou, you can't do anything against Momou." The body that was suddenly thrown out flipped in the air, suspended in the midair steadily, and at the same time a cold snort sounded on the spot.

"Your physical body is so tough that you can withstand the old man's blow." Amidst the booming sound, the middle-aged monk who had just disappeared reappeared in midair.

This middle-aged cultivator's body skills are strange, obviously achieved by using the restrictions placed around him.

In the restriction, he can teleport to any direction in the surrounding restriction at will, at such a high speed that there is no trace to be found.

Although Mo Ye seemed to easily resist a sudden attack, but at this time his body was not as relaxed as his expression showed.

At this time, Mo Ye's body was surging with qi and blood, and his bones all felt aching.

Fortunately, Mo Ye's body was tough enough, and he suppressed the surge of Qi and blood in his body with all his strength, so he didn't show any abnormalities.For other monks at the top of the Xuan rank, even if it was a mastiff, it would have fallen to the ground, bloody and bloody.

You know, at this time Mo Ye has Xing Luoyi on his body.

Mo Ye's figure was suspended in mid-air, his eyes looked at the middle-aged man fiercely and coldly, and he didn't move away from the scene, but the spell surged in his body, ready to fight again.

The opponent's attack was powerful and weird, but Mo Ye was not frightened by the opponent's attack.

The attack of the middle-aged man was quick and sudden, but Mo Ye believed that if he went all out, the opponent might not be able to attack his body so easily.

When Mo Ye and Qin Fengming fought in Yuheng Mansion back then, their swiftness was also extremely frightening.

Except for Qin Fengming, he had never encountered anyone who could make him feel hard to resist under close range attacks.Facing the middle age, the war in Mo Ye's heart suddenly became surging.

"Senior Brother Chongji, this is a misunderstanding. Please, brother, look at Yingyi and let it go."

Seeing that the middle-aged man and Mo Ye were separated with a blow, Fairy Yingyi immediately flashed her figure and approached the two of them, but the words in her mouth had already begun to speak.

"No wonder you can withstand the blow of the old man. It turns out that you are Mo Ye from the land of Yuheng. I have heard that your physical body is strong. But no matter who you are today, since you have damaged the ghost of the old man, you have to pay an equivalent price Fairy Ying, this matter has nothing to do with you, please leave here quickly, otherwise it will be bad if you hurt the fairy."

The middle-aged monk locked his eyes on Mo Ye, and said coldly.

As he spoke, he didn't look at Fairy Yingyi, but he also advised the female cultivator.Obviously, he didn't want to involve Fairy Yingyi in the fight.

"Commander Demon, there are restrictions set up in the mountains and forests here. Fighting with them here is extremely detrimental to fellow daoists. It is better to retreat out of this area before fighting."

Following Fairy Yingyi's words, Qin Fengming's sound transmission also entered Mo Ye's ears.

This middle-aged cultivator whose name made even Fairy Yingyi fear, Qin Fengming's vigilance also greatly increased.Therefore, after thinking quickly in his heart, he immediately sent a sound transmission to Mo Ye.

Even Qin Fengming's clear eyesight couldn't find the middle-aged phantom formation restraint. Although the restraint didn't seem to have an attack effect on Mo Ye, fighting here is quite unfavorable to Mo Ye.

Hearing Qin Fengming's voice transmission, Mo Ye's eyes shrank slightly.

Of course, he could see that the other party's body movement just now was due to the rapid approach of the opponent with the help of the restraint below.This restriction made Qin Fengming attach so much importance to it, it was naturally no small matter.

"Fairy Yingyi, please stand back. Momou will teach this fellow Taoist today how he can get the reward he deserves from Momou."

Mo Ye's eyes flickered slightly, but he also didn't look at Fairy Yingyi, and said coldly.

Although the middle-aged monk in front of him was full of cold aura, although he felt a lot of threat, Mo Ye, as the most outstanding existence in Yuheng Land, naturally had his arrogance in his bones.

Therefore, he didn't listen to Qin Fengming's words and left the area directly, but stopped on the spot and wanted to fight.

"Senior Brother Chongji, these two fellow Taoists are Yingyi's friends. If the senior brother insists on making a move, then there is no need to worry about Yingyi." Seeing that the persuasion was useless, Fairy Yingyi's embroidered eyes bloomed, her whole body was full of momentum, and she made her debut .

In an instant, Fairy Yingyi was ready to attack.

Although there are many Mahayanas in Youfu Palace, those Mahayanas are generally fine and don't care about ordinary things.Therefore, Youfu Palace set up seven commanders.

These seven commanders can be said to be the most powerful existences in Youfu Palace.Because each commander has dozens of mysterious monks with amazing talents.Among them, there are also many monks at the late stage of the Xuan rank and at the peak.

Being able to become the leader of Youfu Palace does not mean that a direct disciple of the Mahayana is qualified, but depends on strength.

In terms of strength, the natural competition is the means of fighting.

Although Fairy Yingyi is not a monk of the mastiff vine interface, nor is she a true disciple of Youfu Palace, she understands that there are very few direct disciples of Mahayana in Youfu Palace.And the disciples of Youfu Palace are all people with extremely top aptitude selected from the mastiff vine interface or the broken moon space.

Those who can be selected as the disciples of Youfu Palace, although they are not direct disciples of the Mahayana, they have all received the instruction of the Mahayana to practice in person.

It can be said that anyone who goes out is enough to occupy the top position among the seven great mansions of Mastiff Vine.

And as the seven commanders of Youfu Palace, he is the most outstanding existence among these top monks.And as one of the seven commanders, the old devil Chongji is the top among the seven commanders.

Fairy Yingyi is not a monk of Youfu Palace, but she is a direct disciple of the Mahayana of Youfu Palace.It is precisely because the Mahayana of Youfu Palace rarely accepts direct disciples, the status of Fairy Yingyi, who is a direct disciple of Mahayana, appears to be of high status.

Even if the most powerful seven leaders exist, they should be polite when they see Fairy Yingyi.

But now, it seems that Chongji no longer pays respect to Fairy Yingyi.

Hearing Fairy Yingyi's words, Chongji nodded, and didn't say anything more, but raised his hand suddenly, and a transparent energy like a huge water ball suddenly flashed on the spot.

Spatial fluctuations appeared, and the energy of the transparent liquid suddenly sprayed out.

All of a sudden, a piercing buzzing like the howling of a hurricane suddenly swept across the surrounding world.

Feeling a bone-piercing icy cold enveloping his body in an instant, Mo Ye shot two cold lights from his eyes, and a cold snort resounded on the spot: "The technique of freezing can't do anything to Mo."

The words resounded, and a cloud of mist as thick as ink gushed out from Mo Ye's body.As the mist suddenly rose, a stench permeated the scene.