Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The monk surnamed Yan looked horrified, and he took the jade slip in Qin Fengming's hand. As soon as his consciousness sank into it, his complexion suddenly changed.

I saw that in the jade slip, where he used his spiritual power to carve the two handwritings through his spiritual consciousness, there was no longer any writing left, only a square shape that seemed to have been deliberately daubed with energy existed on it.

"Ah, how could this...this...become like this,"

Amid the exclamations, the middle-aged man surnamed Yan was stunned on the spot.

He has been practicing immortality for hundreds of years, but he has never encountered such a situation. He has clearly printed the two characters in his memory into the jade slip in his hand, but at this time there is no writing on it.

"Don't be surprised, Fellow Daoist Yan. Fellow Daoist Yan has carved the text into the jade slip. Qin knows it. Qin can guess some of the reasons for this situation. Qin wants to know the small sect that Fellow Daoist Yan wanted to join." , I don’t know if it still exists at this time,”

The monk surnamed Yan is not familiar with the magic circle and talisman making, so it is naturally impossible for him to know the profound and mysterious spells. If he is not a spell master, it will be difficult for others to record them completely.

As a formation expert, Qin Fengming knew that if the scroll in his hand was looked at by a cultivator at the Chengdan realm, he would definitely be attacked by the words in the scroll at just one glance, and his death on the spot would be a no-brainer.

Even the monk surnamed Yan will be unstable, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

"Ah, although my ancestor was a monk in Huangquan Palace, he later left Huangquan Palace and went to Jian'an Mansion. This junior grew up in a border area of ​​Jian'an Mansion since he was a child. When he reached the realm of ghost generals, the family I sent the junior to the Bajimen, which is only 20,000 to 30,000 miles away from the family.

The Baji Sect is considered a large sect within a radius of 100,000 miles of the junior family, but at this time, it is only equivalent to a third- and fourth-rate sect. There are only two or three ghost king realm monks in the sect. Whether Shi is still alive or not is unknown to the younger generation."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yan did not dare to hide anything, his face was slightly solemn, and he explained in detail,

"Well, Mr. Qin has forgotten that Fellow Daoist Daoist and Fellow Daoist Li are both from Jian'an Prefecture. It seems that we have to go back to Jian'an Prefecture."

After hearing what the monk surnamed Yan said, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel embarrassed and whispered to himself,

Looking at the calm face of the young monk in front of him, the middle-aged man surnamed Yan also felt a surge in his heart. Just now, when he was looking at the scroll, Qin Fengming reminded him that he had been more careful, but he was still almost caught by the words on it. mind,

But looking at the face of the young man in front of him just now, there was nothing strange about it. His expression was extremely calm, as if he had not been attacked by the strange energy. This alone made the monk surnamed Yan extremely admired.

Regarding the black scroll in his hand, Qin Fengming was extremely uneasy.

Based on his understanding of spells, this scroll must be a classic about spells and spells, and it is definitely not a recent thing from the ghost world. It may be a remnant of the upper world, and it is also very possible.

Since the monk surnamed Yan in front of me has seen two similar writings recorded on rocks, it is enough to show that the Baji Sect must be a sect that has existed for a long time, and it is very likely that such writings exist in its sect. If he doesn't search for the classics, he won't feel at ease.

Carefully putting the black scroll into his personal storage ring, Qin Fengming once again searched for the Xie family's ancestors' formation experience. In the following months, Qin Fengming has been studying the Xie family's collection.

Along the way, he really gained a lot.

Although the Xie family's famous set of Ten Thousand Swords Soul Locking Array refining methods and spells were not found, the Xie family's past Taishang ancestors' refining experiences were seen a lot.

This refining of Qin Fengming's magic circle has undoubtedly greatly increased the number.

"Senior, the front is the area of ​​influence of the Yin Sect. Please tell me how to proceed next."

Unknowingly, four or five months had passed. Although the old man surnamed Li was not traveling very fast, due to his caution, he did not encounter any powerful monks to block him along the way, and finally arrived safely at the place under the jurisdiction of the Yin Sect.

With a flash of figure, Qin Fengming appeared in front of the old man surnamed Li.

"Fellow Taoist, although the Jiyin Sect can only be regarded as a first- or second-rate sect in the ghost world, but when Qin cannot show up, he will definitely not gain much if he comes directly to the door. I don't know if there is one nearby. In the market set up by the Jiyin Sect, as long as it costs a lot of money, it shouldn't be difficult to find out the source of Yousui Grass."

Looking at the endless mountains and peaks in front of him, Qin Fengming thought for a while and said,

"Well, what the seniors said is absolutely true. The Yin Sect is famous for planting spiritual grass, and there are natural places in the market. Junior, please go to the Yin Sect's market."

The old man surnamed Li did not object at all, and flew towards the depths of the mountains as soon as he escaped from the light.

Finding a market within a radius of tens of thousands of miles is not an easy task. It took the old man surnamed Li three days to find the location of a market on a tall mountain peak.

When the old man surnamed Li entered the market, Qin Fengming discovered that there were only thirty or forty shops in this market, but what was surprising was that there was not a single monk in this market.

"Senior, there is a strange atmosphere here. Why is there not a single monk in Dafang City?"

Just after entering Fang City, the old man surnamed Li also discovered something strange about this place.

"Well, Fellow Daoist Li, be careful. There is something strange here. Go into the shop next to it and see if there is anything going on inside."

Looking at the situation in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but become alert. He released his spiritual consciousness and scanned the entire market. What made him speechless was that the restrictions in all the shops had not expired, and it was still difficult for his spiritual consciousness to penetrate them.

But in Dafang City, there is no trace of monk aura, which is indeed puzzling.

With careful vigilance, the old man surnamed Li raised his hand to open the door of a shop at the edge and stepped inside.

In this shop, apart from the absence of any people or goods, there are all tables, chairs and other items, and there are no signs of damage. It seems that the owner of the shop had carefully organized all the valuable items before leaving. of,

I looked for several shops in a row and found almost all of them were the same.

It was as if all the shops in this market had been evacuated in an orderly manner overnight.

"Something must have happened here. Otherwise, how could such a small city be suddenly hollowed out? Fellow Daoist Li, it seems that we need to go to the Xianyin Sect."

With a flash of his body, Qin Fengming was already standing in the shop of the Yin Sect in this market. Looking at the slightly messy scene in front of him, a hint of gloom suddenly appeared on his face.

It is easy to see from the scene at the scene that the people from the Jiyin Sect left in a hurry than other shops, because the entire three floors of the shop were full of tables and chairs, and the shop door was wide open.

"Gah ga ga, there is another market here. It seems that we are lucky. You guys, please quickly surround the market in front of us. Don't let a ghost world monk go."

Just as the old man surnamed Li agreed and turned around to go downstairs from the third floor of the Jiyin Sect shop, a sound of unbridled laughter suddenly came from the distance, and then he saw a huge demonic mist in the distance, and a large number of figures. Shooting from distant mountains,

As the demon mist spread, it almost instantly enveloped Fangshi...

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