Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Hearing the words of Haiyi's sage ancestor suddenly, Qin Fengming's body was slightly shocked.Qin Fengming can't imagine what kind of horror the strength of a Mahayana who can rank among the top [-] in the real demon world will be.

However, he was sure that Master Beidou and Fairy Zixiao were definitely not the opponents of Demon Cultivator in front of him.

Even Zhan Meng may not be able to share the same status with this Demon Martingale.

Qin Fengming was not surprised that the Haiyi ancestor, who had long since left the Three Realms, knew the name and strength of a less advanced junior.

Although the ancestor of Haiyi cannot leave the Black Lake waters, it does not affect the collection of information in the Three Realms. You must know that there is also a Mahayana Haixiu in the Black Lake waters.

Facing such a terrifying existence, Qin Fengming said in his heart that he was not afraid or fearful, that would really be counterintuitive.However, his eyes flickered, and soon a look of determination appeared.

Focusing on the Holy Lord Demon Martingale, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a strong fighting spirit.

"If you used to be a top-ranked existence in the real demon world, but now you have fallen into the situation of hiding in the Sansha River in the Baimang Wasteland, you are not much stronger. Qin will try, and try to see how much of your original strength you can still play now. Strength." Qin Fengming's face showed determination, and he spoke coldly.

He didn't speak loudly, but he rang loudly, and when the words were spoken, there were faint sonic tremors in the surrounding space.

"Hahaha... This junior really dares to say it. It seems that you are really not an ordinary monk of the Xuan rank. No wonder you didn't immediately see your realm and cultivation level just now. Now I will help you and let you know that even if the old man is injured Illness is not something you, a cultivator of the Xuan rank, can resist." Holy Venerable Demon Martingale burst into wild laughter.

Laughter suddenly burst out, and strands of magic mist like blue waves suddenly surged out of the fog around the body of the Demon Martingale.The magic mist filled the air and quickly swept towards Qin Fengming.

Amidst the impact of the rolling and turbulent mist, a sound of Jin Ge was transmitted suddenly.

"Okay, I'll show you your long-range attack methods." Qin Fengming narrowed his eyes suddenly in the face of the turbulent, dark and tumbling magic fog, and then a gloomy voice rang out from his mouth.

Following Qin Fengming's words, a monstrous magic fog rose up into the sky like waves rolling forward, and a tall giant body shaped like a mountain suddenly appeared solidly in the mist on the spot.

The giant's body swayed, and the magic mist on its body quickly solidified, instantly turning into a hard blue-black rock.

Accompanied by the display of the tall giant's body, a gust of wind blade appeared in the rapid slashing of a golden weapon, mixed in the sweeping magic fog, covering the world.

Before the tall giant approached Qin Fengming, Qin Fengming already felt that the aura of body protection on his body seemed to have been slashed by a huge sharp edge, and immediately became unstable.A clanging sound resounded, and Qin Fengming waved his hands and sacrificed several spirit patterns to wrap around his body, and his body flickered and moved accordingly.

Naturally, he would not allow the huge figure to approach and attack. At the same time as his figure flashed into the distance, he waved his hands out rapidly, and invisible runes flashed along with his figure, and he sacrificed them on the path.

Qin Fengming did not walk in a straight line, but moved around the high-end figure.

The tall body is as high as a hundred feet, and the huge arms are like thick stone pillars. The huge body seems clumsy, but when you step forward, you can easily pass by tens of feet.

However, although the huge body was extremely fast, its rotation was obviously slower than Qin Fengming's rapidly moving body.

A figure dodges and moves in the whirling of huge arms, like a rabbit that is extremely agile, and palm shadows like huge city gates pass through the void and hit the empty space.

"Junior, do you think that you will be safe if you don't fight with the old man's fog body? You are enveloped in the old man's breath, and you can no longer absorb the vitality of the world. Only by absorbing the energy of the Yin stone, it won't take long before your mana in your body will be exhausted. , was shot to death on the spot by the old man Wushen."

Seeing that Qin Fengming did not collide with the fog body driven by his own magical power, the Holy Lord Mo Yang did not feel the slightest difference, but suddenly delivered a cold word.

Anyone can see that Qin Fengming is simply playing tricks and not fighting head-on with his tall body.

But in such a fight, it must be the tall body who takes the initiative.Because the fog body was driven by the magical powers of the Demon Martingale, there was no need to worry about energy consumption at all.

As for Qin Fengming, who was shrouded in breath, and could not absorb the energy of the heaven and earth, anyone could have expected the final result.

Looking at the figure that surrounded the tall body like a ring of horses shooting around, the female cultivator standing beside Chu Ye suddenly showed an incomprehensible expression in her eyes.

Some were surprised, some were shocked.

"Impossible! You are unaffected by the old man's aura."

During the duration of the time, a loud shout from the Demon Martingale suddenly resounded.Amidst the shouts, a more majestic magic fog suddenly gushed out, sweeping towards Qin Fengming who was rushing and shooting around the tall fog body.

"Hahaha... I just found out, it's already too late."

As the more majestic magic fog covered the sky and the earth, a very happy laughter resounded through the sky and the earth.

The berserk magic fog with extremely negative effects did not hinder the transmission of this word at all.

As these words sounded, it seemed as if a cloud of icy cold breath poured into the dense magic fog that had already covered a radius of thousands of feet, freezing the violently tumbling and swelling magic fog.

The surge of mist slowly slowed down, and finally became as calm as a pool of water.

"You actually placed a large number of imprisoning spirit patterns in the mist of the old man!" The mist calmed down, and the low roar of the demon martingale followed.

"This demonic energy is extremely suppressive. If Qin is enveloped by this aura without checking, it will be difficult for Qin to overcome it in a short time. But since Qin has been given time, this restrictive force is not enough to restrain Qin. Now Qin It will destroy your demonic body."

Qin Fengming didn't appear to be in a hurry, and when the words came out calmly, a thick black mist suddenly emerged from Qin Fengming's body, and the mist gushed out and collided with the tall body.

The mist filled the air, and in the majestic magic fog, it was also not blocked by the magic fog.

"Hmph, no wonder you are not suppressed by the mist of the old man. It turns out that you are a person who is proficient in one of the runes." A rumbling cold snort suddenly came out from the mist. Although a little shocked, he obviously didn't take it to heart.

At this time, the magic mist urged by the Holy Lord Demon Martin has been filled with a large number of spirit patterns sacrificed by Qin Fengming, and the magic fog is no longer under the control of the Holy Lord Demon Martin.

It is also because the Holy Lord Mo Yang is light-hearted, and he never thought that the monk at the top of the Xuan rank who was fighting with him at this moment was actually an existence that even the Mahayana might not be able to compare with him in terms of runes.

Amidst the cold snort, a terrifying roar suddenly sounded, and a terrifying beast covered in scales suddenly appeared in the monstrous magic fog around the body of the Demon Martingale.

This is a ferocious beast that horrified Qin Fengming, but there are eight pairs of thick legs and feet of the ferocious beast.

There are sharp animal claws on each foot, and they walk in the void, and the feet pass by, leaving shocking cracks in the void.

When the beast suddenly appeared, Qin Fengming's back was immediately covered with ice cold, but the scales and armor of the beast made Qin Fengming suddenly feel that it was difficult to break through.

With his eyes wide open, a soft whistle suddenly resounded from Qin Fengming's mouth.

The howling sound was not very turbulent at first, but in an instant it burst into the sky, like a wave of turbulent waves, sweeping towards the tall fog body and the flying beast.

The sound wave rolled over, and the huge and incomparable energy of the soul suddenly wrapped around the tall fog body and the body of the beast.

Suddenly, still turning around, waving his arms, slapping and shooting Qin Fengming's tall foggy body, he suddenly stopped his waving arms; and the terrifying unknown beast that was flying towards him suddenly stopped roaring, and his body froze. In mid-air.

At this time, Qin Fengming's full power of stepping on the mountain and Yin Jue, the sound wave of the soul may not be able to do anything to a Mahayana, but it is still very effective in restraining the fog body formed by the condensed magic fog, and the fierce beast whose name is not known. .

How could Qin Fengming stop his hand when the sound wave made a difference, the magic formula urged him to move, and two huge feet that were solid, wide and thick, suddenly appeared in the midair.

One fell towards the tall foggy body, and the other stomped towards the ferocious beast.

A loud bang resounded, and the tall fog body shattered under the cover of the giant feet.But that fierce beast suddenly withstood the terrifying pressure of the huge stepping foot with a terrifying howl.

"The younger generation really has some tricks to mobilize such a powerful attack. But it's still a lot worse than the old man's shadow body and sacred body." As the tall fog body collapsed, the words of the demon martingale sounded again.