Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Until now, Xiao Bing has not said why she brought Qin Fengming to the Yousen Realm.And Qin Fengming didn't continue to ask.

It's not that he forgot about it, but that he didn't want to ask why.

In order not to be tricked by Xiao Bing and lure him to seek help.

But there is one thing Qin Fengming is sure of, that is, Xiao Bing's plot in the Yousen Realm must not have caused any major conflict with the Xinghun Pavilion.

If the two sides were really incompatible, how could Xiao Bing dare to provoke a sect whose background was stronger than the Mastiff Mountain Range?

The figure flew away again, and the mist full of undead spirit appeared around Qin Fengming's body again.

It is true that here, as Xiao Bing said, the Necropolis is full of strong undead breath.

Although the two of them seem to have passed through the space channel without any danger, and fled and wandered freely in the secluded forest world, but this is definitely not the case.

This secluded forest world full of undead energy is definitely not something that anyone can come to if they want to.

This interface is full of dead silence and coldness.That kind of coldness is not the coldness sensed by the body, but a coldness felt by the mind.

The surroundings are dead silent, without any living beings, except for the howling mountain wind, no insects or birds can be heard.

And the horror of the necromantic spirit cannot be resisted by anyone who says it can be resisted.This kind of aura that is not afraid of the aura of the monk's body protection can directly contaminate the monk's body and invade the monk's body.

If a monk is inhaled by the spirit of the dead, it will have the ability to corrode the monk's primordial spirit.

And the purity of the necromantic aura that filled this secluded forest world was much richer and purer than what Qin Fengming had seen in the Qinggu space, and its power was naturally much stronger.

If the body is contaminated by the spirit of the dead, even if it is Mahayana, it will inevitably take a lot of methods to clear it.

As for the monks of the Xuan rank, if there is no effective means to resist the spirit of the dead, as long as the body is contaminated by the pure spirit of the dead, the soul will be damaged and the realm will drop sharply.

No one rescued him, and it was certain that he would fall into the mist.

Of course, if there is no practical means to resist the attack of the necromantic spirit, the cultivators of the Xuan rank would not dare to enter the fog of necromancy on the mastiff vine interface, and they would not be able to enter the space channel to the Netherworld at all.

Qin Fengming's eyes flickered, and he patrolled around in the mist, intending to see what kind of existence the undead demon soul Xiao Bing mentioned really existed.

However, Fei had fled tens of thousands of miles, and he did not see a single so-called undead demon soul appearing.

Xiao Bingfeidun changed his previous lively temperament, his lips were tightly closed and he did not speak.It seems that there is so much fear in my heart that I dare not take it lightly.

"The vast hilly land in front of me is a place that almost fell into it when I came here. There are undead demon souls in it. Undead demon souls have no intelligence, and their bodies are weird. They cannot specifically distinguish the realm. Fear of attacks from the five elements can pollute magic weapons. If we are not fully sure, we should take a detour."

Stopping on a gentle terrain, Xiao Bing said in a slightly dignified tone.

Recalling the dangerous situation when he first arrived, Xiao Bing was still worried.Although she has the supernatural means to resist the spirit of the undead, she still has a lot of fear in the face of the endless death of the undead ghost.

Seeing Xiao Bing's expression like this, Qin Fengming's heart was greatly moved.

Being able to make Xiao Bing, who has always been fearless, have such an expression, is enough to know how terrifying the so-called undead demon soul is.

"If the undead demon soul is really powerful and hard to resist, we may encounter unspeakable dangers if we enter it together. You stay outside this area first, and I will enter it by myself to see if there is a way to kill the undead. Beheading the demon soul. Even if I lose, I am sure to escape safely."

A thought flashed in Qin Fengming's mind, and he suddenly spoke.

"Do you really want to kill the spirit demon soul? Even if you kill the undead demon soul, you can't collect the necromantic energy that can be transformed into a body. If you want to practice some kind of supernatural power, you can collect it here Necromancy mist. The necromantic demon soul is too powerful, and one bad thing may come to you, and it will be extremely difficult to clear its breath at that time."

Xiao Bing was astonished, and he advised Qin Fengming a lot.

"It's okay, you can stay here later, don't enter it." Qin Fengming shook his head slightly, and said again.

After finishing the words, the figure flew directly towards the fog-shrouded hilly area ahead.

At this moment, Qin Fengming was full of anticipation.To him, the spirit of death is something against the heavens, and the more the better.

Whether it is his own ghost fire or golden bite, a large amount of pure necromancy is needed.

Needless to say, Jin Che, no matter how much necromantic energy it has, it will always come.And if Qin Fengming wants the energy of the dead to form a powerful force in the ghost fire, the amount needed is also extremely considerable.

Integrating the Necromancer's Qi into the Devouring Ghost Fire requires a lot of Necromancer's Qi to be integrated with the Devouring Ghost Fire little by little, just like a monk's cultivation.

Qin Fengming has obtained a lot of magic flames, some of which were cultivated by monks, and some were created by heaven and earth.

But most of the magic flames can't show the special power of the magic flames in the ghost fire. The reason is that the number of those magic flames is too small.

Of course, this also has something to do with the increased power of the Ghost-eating Youhuo after being sacrificed in Qin Fengming's body for a long time.If you want to carry other magic flame attributes, you must have enough pure attribute magic flames in the ghost fire.

The aura of necromancy on this small interface filled Qin Fengming with anticipation for the ghost fire.

"The aura of the undead here is indeed strong, but I don't know what kind of existence the undead demon soul is born." The mist around him surged, and Qin Fengming murmured to himself.

At this moment, Qin Fengming's body was surrounded by a mysterious light, and a layer of burning magic flames appeared on his body.

Sensing the strong undead spirit filling the mist, the surprise in his heart was much higher than the vigilance.

"Hey, what is this? Why is the aura of the dead spirit contained in it so pure?" Suddenly, Qin Fengming's floating body suddenly stopped in one place, his blue eyes flickered and he looked towards a certain place in front, and he let out a soft sigh.

On a hilly low-lying place directly in front of him, there is a liquid-like pitch-black thing.

The area of ​​that mass of matter is not small, it is as large as a radius of tens of feet.Although the ground was uneven, the pitch-black thing was round and smooth, like a glistening black sticky juice dripping on the ground.

The juice is thick, and it contains a majestic spirit of death.

The dense black mist around the juice, when approaching the juice, turned into wisps of mist like tentacles, swinging and floating above the pitch-black juice, as if caressing the juice.

Facing the strange situation, Qin Fengming became vigilant.

"That way is that undead demon soul!" Suddenly, an exclamation came from Qin Fengming's mouth.

It wasn't Qin Fengming's suspicion, but the mass of juice-like substance suddenly changed and became swollen the moment he stopped.Although it was slow, it was hard to escape Qin Fengming's eyes.

However, just as Qin Fengming exclaimed, under his gaze, the ball of pitch-black juice suddenly shot out and shot towards the place where he was standing.

The speed is as fast as the attack of a black rank monk.

"Hmph, it's really weird." A cold snort resounded, and Qin Fengming's figure immediately appeared in illusion.

A ball of juice covered it, completely covering Qin Fengming's phantom in it.

When Qin Fengming reappeared from tens of feet away, a strange body suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is a monstrous body like an octopus in the sea. Under a huge head, there are dozens of long tentacles like ropes.

The tentacles are soft and slowly swinging in the mist, sweeping them one after another like rippling ripples, spreading away in the mist.

Sensing at a close distance, Qin Fengming could feel that there was a dead breath in this strange body that was only probed by his consciousness, which suddenly made him feel chilly.

It seems that just looking at it can make his whole body cold.

"It seems that this thing is the undead demon soul that Xiao Bing said. Alright, let's see how powerful this undead demon soul is." After seeing the body in front of him clearly, Qin Fengming let out a cold snort.

In the voice of the words, before the demon soul attacked again, Xuan Weiqing's sword had already swung out.

Immediately, several long sword blades wrapped in electric light flashed, and slashed towards the huge head and body dancing with tentacles in front of him.

A shrill howl suddenly resounded amidst the sound of electric stabbing.

"If it's really what Qin thinks, any ghost spirit will be restrained by the power of thunder and lightning." Qin Fengming's excited words were also conveyed after his mournful howl.