Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Neither of the two members of the Demon Mountain Sect knew how Qin Fengming escaped from tens of thousands of souls and ghosts. Those ghosts were completely indestructible. It could be said that in the black mist transformed by the ghost flags, they could not be killed or destroyed. Absolutely.

Even if the two of them enter it, they may be trapped to death and unable to escape.

The two of them looked at the young monk from the Luoxia Sect in front of them. Although they were angry, their expressions of confusion were also clearly revealed.

"Boy, I really didn't expect that you would have such means to escape from the ghost flag, a big murder weapon. However, it would be extremely difficult to escape from this place."

The person who spoke was the monk surnamed Gu. Seeing that Qin Fengming was unharmed, he stared at him for a moment before speaking calmly.

Qin Fengming smiled slightly, glanced at the two of them, and said calmly: "If you want to stay here, you have to see if you have such means. It is possible that I will capture you two in a while. ."

Hearing what Qin Fengming said, the monk surnamed Feng showed his dignity. His beloved treasure was destroyed, and he was already in a very bad mood. When he heard this again, how could he not be angry? He glared at the other party without answering, waved his hand and gave it away. A black object. Immediately rise into the air.

In an instant, it turned into a size of several feet, and a ball of black juice flew out from it, heading straight for Qin Fengming. A fishy smell hit his face first, almost making Qin Fengming unable to breathe.

Seeing the other party sacrifice the spiritual weapon, Qin Fengming was also horrified. He had never encountered such a weird treasure before.

As a demonic monk, the other party was indeed filled with evil spirits. Qin Fengming couldn't help but raise his attention by a few points.

Not daring to let the black juice get close to him, he pressed the Purple Fire Meteor Sword in front of him, and the huge sword shadow faced the black juice. One end of the meteor sword was cut into the juice.

Suddenly, Qin Fengming felt that the connection between himself and the Purple Fire Meteor Sword seemed to be weakening, and he was so frightened that he immediately stepped back. The meteor sword swayed in the black juice and wanted to roll back, but the juice quickly surrounded it and trapped it in it.

In just a moment, Qin Fengming felt that the Purple Fire Meteor Sword had lost contact with him and could no longer be used.

Qin Fengming was immediately shocked. The other party's spiritual weapon must be an extremely evil thing. He had never thought that it could contaminate other people's spiritual weapons.

When the monk surnamed Gu saw that his junior brother had trapped one of the opponent's spiritual weapons, he swayed and flew to Qin Fengming's left side. The three of them instantly formed horns to prevent Qin Fengming from escaping.

After being surprised at first, Qin Fengming watched for a moment and then felt relieved. He discovered that although the Purple Fire Meteor Sword was trapped in the black juice, it could not be taken away by the opponent in a moment. As long as the opponent is killed as soon as possible, it is possible to regain the Purple Fire Meteor Sword.

Thinking of this, Qin Fengming couldn't care less about hiding his strength.

As soon as he raised his hand, two purple pieces appeared in the air, circled, and went straight to the monk named Feng. It is Qin Fengming's set of Ruyi purple gold hook magic weapon.

From the coercion emanating from the purple sword, the monk named Feng also knew that the other party had sacrificed a magic weapon. In his shock, a crutch-like magic weapon immediately appeared in the air, and quickly blocked a purple sword, and was knocked down for a moment. It’s hard to tell the winner. However, another Pilian quickly got rid of the crutch magic weapon and flew straight towards it.

The monk named Feng was so frightened that he flew out of his mind. He did not expect that the other party's magic weapon actually had two pieces, and they could be used to attack the enemy separately. He had no magic weapon to use.

In a panic, he sacrificed a high-grade spiritual weapon.

The high-grade spiritual weapon was only hit by the purple leather drill, and then broke into two pieces with a 'click' sound.

The purple horse rushed towards it without slowing down. He tried to avoid it again, but it was too late. He was so frightened that he even forgot to open his self-defense spiritual shield, and stared blankly at the purple light from far to near...

Just when the monk named Feng felt that his life was in danger, a black lightning flew from his right side and intercepted the purple horse trainer.

This is the same whip-shaped magic weapon that the monk with the ancient surname originally used to defeat the purple-backed mantis beast.

Seeing the people of the Luoxia Sect offering two magic weapons, the monk surnamed Gu knew that his fellow sect must not stop them, so he quickly sacrificed his own magic weapons and successfully stopped the opponent's treasures, saving his junior brother's life.

Seeing that the surnamed monks were about to be killed, Qin Fengming couldn't help but secretly sigh that it was a pity. It was really not easy to get an advantage from the two late-stage foundation-building monks.

At this time, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard within dozens of miles, and the colorful lights in the sky kept flashing. Not to mention the small fork and the spear that were the first to be sacrificed, the three magic weapons in the air made the aura here. The drumming continued.

Qin Fengming didn't know that this was the gathering place for the Demon Mountain Sect to enter the ancient battlefield. Over time, it would definitely be very detrimental to him. However, the two Demon Mountain Sect members had calmed down at this time. They did not believe the monk opposite him who was in the early stages of foundation building. There is still a magic weapon in the body, but even if it is there, it is impossible to sacrifice it again. Otherwise, all mana will be lost in an instant, and one will be left to die.

Seeing that the battle situation had stabilized, the monk named Feng gritted his teeth and said:

"Young man opposite, don't be complacent for too long. As long as my senior brother Gu uses all his strength, I can kill you on the spot in a moment. Even so, when your magic power is exhausted, I can still capture you. When the time comes, I will definitely drain your soul. Refining my soul, I will never be reincarnated, in order to avenge the murder of my junior brother and the destruction of my spiritual weapon. Don’t think about escaping. The red leaf forest here is where the foundation-building monks of my Demon Mountain Sect gather. It is everywhere. I, a monk from the Demon Mountain Sect, will end up being destroyed sooner or later, so you should just accept your death."

Qin Fengming listened to the other party's words and kept thinking in his mind. After seeing that the monk named Gu on the opposite side did not attack him again after offering his magic weapon, he felt a little relieved. He knew that the other party must not bother to attack an early-stage foundation-building monk together with others. The magic weapon was sacrificed just to save the life of a fellow disciple.

, now he has no worries and will not attack the enemy again.

Suddenly, Qin Fengming saw the monk surnamed Feng standing forty feet away, with no defensive weapon on his body, and not even a protective spiritual shield activated. His mind moved, his steps moved lightly, and he slowly walked towards the monk named Feng...

Although the performance of both sides was slightly dull, the magic weapons and spiritual weapons in the air never stopped, and they were still fighting each other endlessly.

The two members of the Demon Mountain Sect were all staring at the sky, and no one noticed the small movements of Qin Fengming's feet.

When the monk surnamed Feng saw that Qin Fengming was only more than twenty feet away from him, he felt something was wrong and immediately asked: "Boy, what do you want to do?" As he said that, the spiritual power in his body moved, and a protective shield formed. Appear outside of him.

Seeing that he was only twenty feet away from the monk named Feng, Qin Fengming smiled slightly and said lightly: "I realized it now, it's already too late."

As he spoke, a red light flashed out from his sleeves, as fast as lightning, and instantly appeared outside the shield of the monk named Feng.

There was only a sound of 'duh', and a flash of red light penetrated the body of the monk surnamed Feng, and flashed out from the other side. The dead body immediately fell from the air.