Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Seeing that the middle-aged monk trapped in the black demon flag did not panic, he was actually hovering and suspended in the shield, fighting against many ghosts with only one spiritual weapon, and seemed to be determined to spend a long time.

When the monk surnamed Huang saw this, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

The monk surnamed Wei on the opposite side had previously used some elixirs to force a peak-building monk to the point of exhaustion of mana. Could it be that the other party still wanted to use this method?

He knows that although pills can quickly increase some magic power, he must meditate for a long time immediately afterward to slowly dissolve the remaining medicinal power in the body, otherwise the remaining medicinal power will remain in the body, which will naturally cause great harm to him.

In just two or three days, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to completely dissolve the residue of the pill pills he had taken previously. Even a monk would not choose to drink poison to quench his thirst.

Looking at the unfazed expression of the monk surnamed Wei in the thick fog, the middle-aged man surnamed Huang couldn't help but feel furious, and said viciously: "Humph, just relying on a mere spiritual weapon to compete with my treasure, you are really overestimating your capabilities. , let the boy taste the true power of the Black Demon Banner."

He knew in his heart that as long as he drove the black demon banner with all his strength, the more than twenty foundation-building stage ghosts inside it would attack at the same time. This was equivalent to the effect of more than twenty foundation-building monks attacking at the same time. A mere mid-stage foundation-building monk , it is absolutely difficult to resist even the slightest bit.

As soon as the middle-aged man in black finished speaking, the spiritual power in his body moved, and a spell was shot out, disappearing into the thick magic mist.

Suddenly, the thick black magic mist rolled incessantly, and dozens of foundation-building stage ghosts floating in the distance began to howl, swaying their bodies, and flew forward towards Qin Fengming inside the shield.

The monk named Huang no longer had a stalemate with Qin Fengming, and wanted to use thunderous means to defeat him in one go.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming was also shocked. With so many foundation-building ghosts joining the attack, his Yin-Yang Tower would definitely be unstoppable. As a last resort, he kept waving his hands, and a lot of talismans flew out of his hands. .

After leaving his hand, it turned into a large number of fire bombs, ice bombs, and wind blades, and quickly struck towards the Foundation Establishment Stage ghosts that were flying towards them.

Seeing that the other party actually sacrificed a large number of elementary and low-level talismans, the monk surnamed Huang couldn't help but reveal a trace of sarcasm on his face. How could a mere low-level talisman cause harm to his foundation-building ghost.

Just before his sarcastic smile faded, a scene that shocked him appeared in front of him.

Dozens of fire bombs or ice bombs collided with a ghost, and a huge explosion sound immediately erupted. In an instant, those ghosts who had cultivated in the foundation period would fall apart and disappear.

This scene made the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang shocked. He knew the attack power of the primary low-level Fire Bullet Talisman very well. There is absolutely no attack power like the talisman used by the monk surnamed Wei in front of him. Is there any secret in it?

Thinking of this, he immediately calmed down. After looking carefully, he immediately discovered that although the talisman offered by the other party was indeed a fire bullet or ice bullet talisman, its single power was incomparable to that of several ordinary fire bullets. In comparison, each of them has the attack power of an ordinary spiritual weapon.

Upon this discovery, the middle-aged man named Huang was even more shocked. If the opponent used this kind of talisman to attack him from the beginning, he would definitely not even have the chance to sacrifice the spiritual weapon.

Although the monk surnamed Huang was shocked, his confidence has not weakened at all. In the dense magic mist, the ghosts transformed by his spiritual weapon are inexhaustible. As long as it dissipates, it will be transformed again by the spiritual weapon, and the realm will not be reduced at all.

With this in mind, even if the opponent has thousands of these talismans, they will definitely run out of them at some point, and when the time comes, the opponent will have no choice but to capture them.

Apart from the monk surnamed Huang, only a dozen old monsters in the infant stage could clearly see what happened in the thick black fog. Even those monks at the peak of Chengdan can only penetrate a dozen feet deep with their spiritual consciousness.

Except for Xiao Hongzhi, the other old monsters were also slightly moved by the power produced by the fire bullets, ice bullets, and wind blade talismans offered by the middle-aged monks.

With everyone's eyes, one can immediately see that these low-level talismans are

There is absolutely no such thing in the market. This must have come from the hands of a powerful person.

A powerful man could be allowed to refine such a talisman, and he knew that the little monk in front of him must have a great background. Thinking of this, everyone immediately sent messages to the calm-looking Xiao Hongzhi to inquire about Qin Fengming's origins.

Under constant questioning by everyone, Xiao Hongzhi could only reveal a little bit.

When everyone heard the name of 'Manghuang Mountain', they were immediately shocked. Manghuang Mountain, apart from the five superpowers, is a transcendent existence that the small Xiao clan cannot compare with.

No wonder this middle-aged monk was able to defeat several peak Foundation-building monks in a row with his mere mid-level cultivation.

As for Qin Fengming's origin, Xiao Hongzhi actually didn't delve into it. At this time, he only briefly mentioned it, but what the other old monsters inferred did not matter to Qin Fengming who was fighting with him.

In less than half a stick of incense, Qin Fengming had already used hundreds of talismans and repelled several waves of attacks.

At this time, he couldn't help but shake his head in his mind. With these endless ghosts, it would be difficult to make any achievements with this method alone.

Just when it was not difficult for him to make a decision, he suddenly had an idea and waved his hand to repel another wave of ghost attacks. However, he shook his hand and a war drum with a face of several feet appeared above his head. The mallet also flew out of his hand and quickly flew to the huge war drum.

"Dong~dong~~"

Just when the ghost appeared again and flew towards Qin Fengming again, a deafening thumping sound was heard from the war drum.

As the loud sound rang out, huge waves of sound waves centered on the war drum and quickly impacted in all directions.

Immediately, the ghosts with cultivation levels below the Foundation Establishment level will immediately fall apart when exposed to this sound wave. Even the demon souls at the Foundation Establishment stage will be unable to remain stable even after resisting several sonic wave attacks, and will dissipate one after another.

Qin Fengming's war drum spiritual weapon, the sound wave it has transformed into has been transformed into spiritual energy. Its attack power, apart from shocking the mind, is also the same as the attack effect of a spiritual weapon. He never thought that this spiritual weapon would be so sharp against the ghosts.

Although the monk surnamed Huang who was standing outside did not suffer any damage from this sonic attack, he had also seen that this spiritual weapon had a strong restraint effect on the ghosts transformed by his own spiritual weapon.

Just when he was slightly stunned, Qin Fengming no longer hesitated. As soon as he moved, the giant drum above his head still kept making a 'dong-dong' sound, but he himself was carrying the giant drum and heading towards the huge one thirty feet away. The black flag flew away.

As he waved his hands, hundreds of talismans emerged and attacked the huge black flag.

"Stab it~~"

With a huge piercing sound, the black flags that were several feet long were attacked by hundreds of wind blades, and cracks that were several feet wide suddenly appeared.