Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

(.Purple You Pavilion) There is a reason why Qin Fengming spent so much time this time using the secret technique taught by Bing'er to deal with the ghost cultivators in front of him.

Just before Bing'er showed up, he had already received a message from Bing'er, saying that this old ghost cultivator was the result of a rare ten-thousand-year-old corpse demon.

Although both corpse demons and refined corpses are spirits channeled from corpses, their formation processes are vastly different.

Corpse refining is when other monks or ghost cultivators take the corpses of monks or monsters that have been immortal for thousands or even ten thousand years, use secret techniques to sacrifice them, and forcefully inject a soul into their bodies, so that they can be manipulated by the person who sacrifices them. Command to attack the enemy.

But the corpse demon is a corpse that absorbs Yin Qi on its own under a certain environment, and slowly condenses a soul, which eventually produces spiritual intelligence and can be cultivated on its own.

It can be said that the level of the corpse evil is higher. The ten thousand-year corpse evil is generally difficult to generate. Once it is generated, its methods, strength, and cultivation talents are all extremely unnatural. Because of its special constitution, its lifespan is also shorter than Monks of the same level last longer.

As long as the corpse evil enters the realm of infant transformation, it will become no different from human beings. Therefore, there are many demonic sects, but there are many corpse evil infant transformation monks in them.

According to Bing'er's suggestion, Qin Fengming had the intention to use this corpse ghost cultivator for his own use.

When he first heard Bing'er's words, Qin Fengming's heart was filled with excitement. Although there were many spiritual beasts at this time, none of them could help him in his fight.

Because in the battle that Qin Fengming faced at this time, if the opponent's cultivation level was too low, he would not need to use the spirit beast. He could easily capture or kill the opponent, but the opponent's strength was too strong. It was his sacrifice. The sacrifice of those spiritual beasts would be in vain, but it would not help at all.

After the puppet was scrapped in the middle stage of the Pill Formation and the tall corpse was seriously injured, making it difficult for him to fight against the enemy, Qin Fengming felt that he was already extremely stretched during the battle.

If he could really take advantage of the ten thousand-year-old corpse in front of him, Qin Fengming would be happy in his heart.

With the display of the giant hand, the face of the old ghost cultivator became extremely ugly. At this time, he just didn't believe that the young man opposite could not perform the secret technique. Even the legendary secret technique of drawing ghosts was no longer possible.

What was placed in front of him at this time was undoubtedly the effect of the secret technique of drawing silk from ghosts.

"Huh." As a dark wind blew towards his face, the transformed big hand had already hit the body of the old ghost cultivator.

As soon as the giant hand came into contact with the old man's body, it immediately covered his body and stopped moving at all.

At the moment when the giant hand approached, the old ghost cultivator's body suddenly shook. A cold aura wrapped around a large number of mantras suddenly invaded his body.

"Ah.~~~"

A heartbreaking cry suddenly arose. The old man's body began to tremble violently. His already pale face was now as white as white paper. It was hard to see any trace of blood.

The body of the old ghost cultivator was constantly twisting and trembling, as if some kind of energy was raging throughout his body.

Suddenly, black threads suddenly appeared on the exposed skin of his arms, neck, etc. These threads were extremely small. It was just a single thread. Qin Fengming did not need to scan with his spiritual sense, but it was absolutely difficult to find.

But at this time, there were hundreds of such black threads on the body of the old ghost cultivator.

If you don't look carefully, you will definitely think that this old man has a slightly dark complexion.

As those black threads appeared, Qin Fengming pointed suddenly. The giant hand that was still covering the old man's body suddenly retracted back. With a flash of black light, it disappeared again. It was inside the ball in Qin Fengming's hand and disappeared.

From the moment Qin Fengming sacrificed his giant palm and took it back, the old ghost cultivator opposite him never stopped wailing. This kind of wailing could not be suppressed by the old man's mental toughness.

"Hehehe. How is it? How does it taste? Is this ghost-pulling technique performed by Qin the legendary secret technique?"

Looking at the old ghost cultivator in front of him with a look of fear in his eyes and a trembling body, Qin Fengming chuckled. Feng Qingyun said calmly.

"you you……"

At this time, the old ghost cultivator still felt the unbearable severe pain in his body. This kind of pain penetrated deep into his soul. It was as if his body essence had been forced away by something. A little out of the ordinary.

At this time, without the support of the other party's spiritual power, he would have collapsed on the stone ground.

Qin Fengming was also extremely curious about how he could so easily use a secret technique that only ghost monks could practice. Just now, he was also very hesitant. He didn't know if he could use this secret technique this time. Will it pose a risk of backlash to itself?

But under Bing'er's message next to him, he boldly tried it.

Unexpectedly, he performed this secret technique very easily.

"Qin, come to think of it, this experience must be extremely uncomfortable. Do you still want Qin to continue using it? Or do you have any words to express yourself?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, the old ghost cultivator forced himself to stabilize his mind. Then he gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Okay... okay... Since... you have fallen into... such... this situation. Just ask."

The old man spit out his words so easily. Qin Fengming couldn't help but be startled.

"Hehe. Brother, don't have any doubts. This secret technique is a method used by those powerful in the ghost world to punish their subordinates. Not to mention a mere ghost commander level monk, these ghost kings exist. It’s absolutely impossible to endure it.”

Hearing what Bing'er said, Qin Fengming suddenly understood. Bing'er is a young soul of Tai Sui. What he said is very possible. Seeing the old man acting like this at this time, it is absolutely correct.

"Haha. Since fellow Taoist wants to cooperate with Mr. Qin, I will not use magic on fellow Taoist. However, I hope that fellow Taoist will tell the truth. Don't take any chances. As long as Mr. Qin knows that it is not true at all. .That fellow Taoist can’t stand what happened just for a short moment.”

Looking at the old man, Qin Fengming's face straightened and he said so with a light flashing in his eyes.

"Then, fellow Taoist, let me tell you. Why did you actually leave the hinterland of the Yinming Mountains and come to the edge of the Yinming Mountains? You kidnapped and killed six of us."

Under the old man's difficult nod, Qin Fengming opened his mouth and said that he encountered so many ghosts at the level of ghost commanders at the edge of the Yinming Mountains. However, he was greatly puzzled.

"This... we appear here this time... just to capture you and other human monks alive so that they can be handed over to the Holy Lord to restore their cultivation."

The helpless look flashed in the old man's eyes, but the panic suddenly reappeared. In the end, he spoke truthfully and honestly.

"Holy Lord, restore mana. What is the secret behind this? I would also like to ask fellow Taoist to explain it in detail."

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