Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Seeing the two silk cloth spiritual weapons flying away, Qin Fengming also cried out in his heart that it was a pity.

Facing such weird black juice, Xiao Songyuan also felt a headache. At this time, he already knew that the black juice was extremely sticky, and the movement of the spiritual weapon would be greatly affected if it entered it.

However, if it cannot penetrate the opponent's juice blockage, it will be extremely difficult to attack the opponent's monk. After thinking again and again, Xiao Songyuan gritted his teeth and fired the spell in his hand. Two pieces of silk cloth several feet in size gathered together in the air and turned into a huge cloth bag.

As Xuntu shook, it seemed as if there was infinite energy filling it.

Under the stimulation of the monk surnamed Xiao, the huge bag faced the black juice more than twenty feet away. With a hissing sound in the air, thousands of white light groups suddenly flashed out.

If you look closely, you will find that within these white light groups, there are actually flying needles about a foot long, which are slender and extremely sharp.

The speed of the thousands of flying needles was astonishing. In a flash, they had already crossed a distance of twenty feet and plunged directly into the black juice. The speed was so fast that it penetrated several feet in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing it, Xiao Songyuan was overjoyed, thinking that the flying needle could successfully pass through the barrier of the black juice.

But before the smile on his lips faded away, something unexpected happened.

He found that after thousands of flying needles penetrated several feet into the black juice, their speed dropped rapidly. After another one or two feet deep, it became extremely difficult. Upon seeing this, his expression suddenly changed.

Just when he was uneasy, a bigger situation appeared in his consciousness.

That is, under the stimulation of his spiritual thoughts, he discovered that his spiritual thoughts were slowly losing contact with the thousands of flying needles. For just a moment, although his consciousness could still vaguely contact the flying needle, it was now difficult to drive the flying needle at all.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Songyuan's mind immediately became empty, and a blank appeared in his mind. Faced with such a strange thing, he was stunned for a moment.

But he was worthy of being a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building. His daze only lasted for one or two breaths, and he completely recovered. With an angry look on his face, he shouted sternly: "Boy, how dare you take away my treasure."

As he spoke, the magic power in his body circulated rapidly, his hands kept making seals, and spells continued to flow out of his mouth.

Just when Qin Fengming tried his best to control Mo Yundou to collect the thousands of flying needles, Xiao Songyuan had successfully activated his secret technique. His palms were wrapped in white light, and a huge energy wave appeared.

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand, turned his palm into a sword, and slashed forward fiercely. Following the chopping with his palm, a huge blade flashing with dazzling white light suddenly slashed forward.

Judging from the huge power displayed by this blade, it is actually comparable to the power displayed by the Yichendan monk driving an ordinary magic weapon.

Qin Fengming, who had just collected thousands of flying needles from the opponent, had already discovered the opponent's movements. When he saw it, he was also shocked. He tried to avoid it, but it was already too late. But the mere black juice in front of him could never stop the opponent's powerful blow.

But Qin Fengming still didn't show much panic. With a movement of his mind, the two top-level spiritual weapons that had not been put away flashed in front of the black juice.

"Pah~pah~bang"

With two ear-splitting sounds, the two powerful top-level spiritual weapons were immediately cut into two pieces. The huge white light blade continued unabated, and quickly slashed into the black juice. In a flash, it unexpectedly cut itself into two pieces. The other end of the juice flashed out, still slashing towards where Qin Fengming was standing.

Just when Qin Fengming wanted to make a move, the huge white light blade was several feet away from him, turned into light spots, and disappeared into the air.

As the three top spiritual weapons struggled to block it, the powerful blow had exhausted its inner energy.

Looking at the two fragments of spiritual weapons that fell to the ground, Qin Fengming couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Taking part in the competition for Honghu Island this time was a big expense, and he would have to blackmail Honghu Island in the future.

By this time,

Qin Fengming knew that the other party was already desperate and was launching some powerful secret attack. With a wave of his hand, he immediately took Mo Yundou into his arms. This spiritual weapon is very powerful and cannot be damaged easily.

Although he destroyed two of the opponent's top spiritual weapons, Xiao Songyuan's secret attack failed to cause any damage to the middle-aged monk on the other side. As soon as he saw it, the spiritual power in his body was running, and he immediately raised his right hand again, and another light blade flashed out, and in a flash, it slashed towards the middle-aged monk standing opposite.

Seeing the opponent displaying this secret technique here, Qin Fengming secretly calculated that in such a small area, it would be difficult to avoid it with the help of Biyun's Disappearing Body Technique.

Since he didn't want to expose Xuantian Weibu, he could only take the blow forcefully.

By this time, Qin Fengming had already seen that the other party had the intention to kill him. But facing this blow, he didn't panic much. With his hands waving rapidly, hundreds of talismans immediately flew out of his hands, unfolded in the wind, turned into hundreds of feet of various low-level spells, and flew towards the huge light blade.

"Bang~bang~~~"

The huge sound was like exploding beans, and the sound was loud.

As the banging sound continued, the extremely powerful light blade disappeared into the air under the attack of hundreds of low-level talismans.

This phenomenon shocked even the thousands of monks who were watching the battle. Thousands of low-level monks here are confident that the power of the secret technique performed by Xiao Songyuan would be absolutely difficult to resist if they were in the presence of a monk surnamed Wei.

But this middle-aged monk surnamed Wei used hundreds of low-level talismans to intercept this powerful blow, which was very surprising.

The Qi Gathering Stage monks who were watching the battle had no discernment, but those who were in the Foundation Establishment Stage and above could clearly see that the low-level talismans used by the monks named Wei were as powerful as a spiritual weapon attacking Average power.

Hundreds of spiritual weapons attack together, and the power displayed is no less powerful than a full blow from the Yichengdan monk's magic weapon. It is understandable that Xiao Songyuan's secret technique can be intercepted.

Seeing that the other party actually used hundreds of powerful low-level talismans to intercept his attack, Xiao Songyuan was also shocked. These talismans were actually as powerful as an ordinary high-grade spiritual weapon. Such power He has never heard of low-level talismans.

Since this talisman is so precious, I don't think there are many left on the opponent. As long as I attack again, I will definitely kill the opponent here. Thinking of this, Xiao Songyuan immediately made another seal, and the white light blade flashed out again.

Seeing that the opponent's attack appeared again, Qin Fengming, who was already calm in his heart, did not panic, and hundreds of talismans flew out again to intercept the opponent's attack.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Songyuan was immediately filled with rage. He tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power and performed two secret techniques in succession. But what disappointed him was that the middle-aged monk on the opposite side seemed to have endless use of talismans. Under attack with a large number of talismans, two powerful attacks were intercepted by the opponent.