Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

What Qin Fengming laughed was not Weng Miasma being captured by Bihunsi, but the terrifying poisonous erosion Bihunsi was showing at this moment.

Bihunsi is originally a kind of sinister thing that is sacrificed with the soul.When practicing, it is necessary to condense the soul into silk, and add various poisons into the soul silk.

As the cultivator's own spiritual realm increases, the number of spirits and various poisons integrated into the green silk will also increase and become more powerful.

At this time, Qin Fengming himself did not know how many powerful spirits and poisons the green silk silk was embracing in Qin Fengming's body.In the past, it was rarely sacrificed, because Bihunsi had limitations, and it was not the kind of powerful supernatural power that was invincible.

Its power is mainly for close-range sneak attacks, and it is aimed at monk spirits.

Now everyone is in the state of spirits, and Bihunsi can be said to be the most effective means of attack.Attacking by surprise, as long as it can penetrate into the body of the spirit, the spirit and body can be poisoned and lose the power to resist.

It's a pity that these monks have strong spirits, and they didn't let Bihunsi come to them under vigilance.

But even so, being able to capture Weng Miasma's spirit in an instant made Qin Fengming very satisfied with the efficacy of the Bihunsi at this time.

Qin Fengming stretched out his palm, and a small blue-black short blade appeared in his palm.

This short blade is exactly Weng Miasma's natal soul treasure: the soul-killing dagger.Judging from the powerful eroding soul aura that appeared on the Soul Slaughter Dagger, one could tell how extraordinary this short blade was.

At this moment, in Qin Fengming's Qiankun bag, there is still a cloud of soul-killing poisonous mist wrapped in life-soul silk.

With Qin Fengming's hand, the soul-killing dagger disappeared without a trace.

"Junior, did you bring something stored into this place?" Seeing Qin Fengming waving his hand to take Weng Mi to the front, and then flipping his hand to put away the natal soul treasure that Weng Mi had conceived and raised the alchemy for thousands of years, Li Ji's expression was the same. There was a sudden change, and a question came out of his mouth.

He knew about Weng Mi's soul treasure. The two of them were trapped in a terrifying place back then. The two had already fallen into that dangerous place.

However, the soul-killing dagger, which can kill ghosts and ghosts comparable to Mahayana spirits, was easily resisted by Qin Fengming, and now it was absorbed into the soul body. Shocked, Li Jitong suddenly thought of a situation.

"That's right, I have something that can be brought into this space with the spirit body. What's the matter? Don't you guys still want to snatch it?"

Putting away the soul-killing dagger, Qin Fengming felt relieved immediately, and looked at Comrade Li Ji, who hadn't attacked for a while.

After the attack and defense just now, both sides need to re-examine the situation at this time, so Qin Fengming didn't make a move immediately, but had a quick voice transmission with Chi Yao.

"Snatch? I will capture you later. The things on your body are not all in our hands." Li Jitong didn't speak, but Jing Tong said coldly.

"That's right, when we capture you, what's on your body will become ours."

Qin Fengming smiled slightly, and repeated what Jing Tong said.

"Junior is really stubborn, I will let you know who will be captured and killed." Jing Tong glared angrily, and said bitterly.

"Dear friends, the next battle will be the key to our life and death. If you want to survive, you must go all out, and there will be no tricks."

Qin Fengming looked at the people around him, and suddenly said solemnly in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist. Since you have chosen to fight side by side with Fellow Daoist, Gong will no longer think about him, and will fight desperately." Gong Mo nodded, and said first.

"Either the fish dies or the net breaks. We will fight to the death." Shen Tu nodded and said.

The others didn't speak, but their expressions were tense, ready to fight.

Just when Qin Fengming was about to open his mouth and call everyone to do it, Han Lian's words resounded on the spot: "Han believes that the means of the soul realm are limited, so he will set up a magic circle for the soul. This magic circle is not strong in attack, but The defense is extraordinary, if any fellow daoist loses, he can approach the magic circle, and Han will lead the fellow daoist into it."

Following Han Lian's hasty words, he suddenly pointed towards the empty spot behind everyone.

Following the sudden appearance of the group's fluctuations, a series of cyan formation flags suddenly flew out, and then the mist surged, and in an instant, a black water-patterned land appeared on the square.

Just as everyone was stunned, Han Lian's figure suddenly fell into the area of ​​rippling water patterns.

As his figure entered it, the shimmering land immediately disappeared without a trace.

"Well, that's right. If you are not defeated, you can enter it." Qin Fengming's eyes flashed brightly, and he praised in his mouth.

Facing the spirits of these mysterious monks, Qin Fengming actually didn't pay much attention to them, so he didn't bring any talisman arrays into here, but only brought a few Soul Thunder Orbs, but it's inconvenient to use here.

"A mere magic circle is just to let you live a little longer. The man in the red robe, Jing will let you fall here today."

Jing Tong said the words, before Li Jitong could say anything more, his figure flickered, and he flew towards the red demon.

The red demon didn't answer, and disappeared in place with a flash of red light, and then a wave of fluctuation suddenly appeared, and it had already intercepted a phantom. Jing Tong Xuying.

"Good time!" Amidst the violent shouts, a white light appeared out of thin air, and immediately blocked the red sharp blade.

There was a bang, and a sharp blade condensed with spirit and soul sacrificed by the red demon ancestor was immediately intercepted by the white light between the two of them.The gangster was raging, and the howling resounded through the scene.

The two flashed, and the red light and white light immediately intertwined together.

At the same time, Lu Lin and Jiaxuan also fought together. The two female cultivators did not come close to attack like the red demons, but each urged their own souls to sacrifice each other's soul secrets.

Although Shen Tu is at the late stage of the Profound Rank, his Soul Realm has also reached the peak of the Profound Rank.Although the spirit of Ming Zhan was short of fighting with him, he was in a stalemate with Ming Zhan in the midst of a ghost claw soul treasure that emitted the energy of a black soul.

What surprised Qin Fengming the most was Dugu Bie.

Farewell to Dugu, who also only has the cultivation base of the late Xuan stage.However, Qin Fengming's heart was shaken by the state of the soul, and there was a faint aura comparable to Mahayana's soul.

What surprised Qin Fengming even more was that the natal soul treasure that Dugu Bie waved to sacrifice was actually a black flag.As the huge banner was displayed on the square, three or four hundred square meters were immediately shrouded in a dense black mist of soul.

This is the first time Qin Fengming has seen Banqi as his natal soul treasure.

And the flag was obviously extremely extraordinary, under the sweeping mist, the spirits of Jiashi and Mu Yangchun were actually shrouded in it.

A thunderous roar resounded from the mist, and the mist swelled and rolled, but it didn't break the spirits of the two powerful monks.

In an instant, only Qin Fengming, Gong Mo, Li Jitong and Hun Yuan were left on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist Gong, you are on the sidelines. If there is any danger, please help me immediately. Let me deal with these two people." Looking at the two people in front of him, Qin Fengming's expression was serious, his eyes flickered, and he didn't make a move immediately. , but sound transmission Gongmo said.

Gong Mo nodded, and immediately retreated to the magic circle arranged by Han Lian, focusing on the fight on his own side.