Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The Six-Yang Formation is originally the most yang-yang array. It has an extremely powerful restraint effect on evil spirits and demons. Facing these ghosts who are only in the early stage of ghost commander or ghost king, they naturally appear sharp. pole,

The Xuanyin Blood Transformation Formation presided over by Rong Qing can kill even a Ghost Lord Peak cultivator if he falls into it, as well as a few ghosts.

While the five powerful magic weapons were constantly opening and closing to kill the ghosts, Rong Qing and others naturally did not watch idle. They all used their own methods to continuously capture and imprison the ghosts and put them into their arms.

Although Yinhun is a non-intelligent thing, the huge soul power contained in it is undoubtedly a great tonic for those who practice ghost ways.

Bing'er has been in retreat since she started taking Yousui Grass. Although it has been more than ten years at this time, she has been retreating in a cave in the Shenji Mansion.

Of course, Qin Fengming has nothing to worry about Bing'er. She is the body of Tai Sui's young soul. She does not need others to worry about her own cultivation, whether it is skills or secret techniques. She naturally has her inheritance mark to provide.

Qin Fengming actually didn’t know too clearly about Tai Sui.

Because there is too little introduction about Tai Sui in the lower interface. If you want to know about Tai Sui, only the upper realm can provide detailed introduction.

With everyone taking action at the same time, almost half of the original three or four thousand ghosts above the Ghost Commander realm were wiped out in just a tea time.

There were two to three hundred ghosts in the Ghost Lord realm captured by Qin Fengming himself.

With this move, he was not stingy with the mana in his body. In just a short cup of tea, he took three drops of spiritual liquid. With the majesty of his mana, the consumption was so huge that other monks might not even know it was all consumed. How many times have I used my own magic power?

As time passed, the old man named Bai standing far away finally discovered something was wrong.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his brows couldn't help but frown. Logically speaking, the junior from the human world should have exhausted his mana long ago and was ready to die. However, after such a long time, the thick and thick mist of the other party was still surging. Not only was there no trace of weakened, but the area was much larger than before.

"Ah, no, that junior must have a magic elixir that can quickly restore one's own magic power, and there is a way to restrain this secret technique of mine. This junior is really hateful,"

The old man has lived for more than a thousand years. Although he only had a cup of tea, his heart moved and he had already sensed a strange existence.

With his eyes focused, the old man no longer hesitated. He waved his hands continuously, and immediately two magic weapons shot out. They were displayed in the air. Under the radiant light, two treasures with dazzling rays of light appeared in the air.

These two magic weapons look different from ordinary objects. One is a huge wolf claw that shines with blue and black light; the other is a bright bronze mirror that shines with colorful rays of light.

As soon as these two magic weapons appeared, a huge power suddenly appeared in the air.

Just looking at the powerful power exuded by these two treasures, one can tell that they are not ordinary items.

At this time, Qin Fengming's body is still surrounded by many ghosts and ghosts. Although the number of ghosts has dropped sharply, there are still thousands. The cultivation level of these ghosts are all above the realm of ghost commander. If they are replaced by the monks in the middle stage of infant transformation, , it is not an exaggeration to be killed several times,

Qin Fengming, who was in the mist, was naturally aware of the reveal of two huge powerful magic weapons.

Qin Fengming couldn't help but treat a magic weapon that could be sacrificed by a monk at the top of the Ghost King.

Pointing with his finger, the several-foot-large bronze mirror suspended in the air suddenly shone brightly, and a majestic aura suddenly came out. A beam of seven-foot-long colorful light suddenly erupted from the bronze mirror, turning into an indestructible beam. The bright beam of light shot towards the extremely thick fog,

"Stab,~~" A heartbreaking sound suddenly sounded when the bright beam of light touched the thick mist,

What shocked Qin Fengming was that as soon as the Ghost Devouring Mist came into contact, it was like smoke and clouds encountering a hurricane. Wherever the bright rays of light passed, the mists swarmed to both sides to avoid them, as if they were extremely jealous and afraid of the rays of light. Very,

Seeing this, Qin Fengming couldn't help but squint his eyes. He quickly sent out his spiritual thoughts, and the five magic circles disappeared almost at the same time. Then he quickly pointed out his hand, and the thick fog outside him shrank sharply, almost in the blink of an eye. , the huge mist of two to three hundred feet shrank to only a dozen feet in size,

The soul-eating beast circled, submerged into the soul-eating flag again, and disappeared without a trace.

Qin Fengming saw the opportunity and hurried to the extreme. The bronze mirror only flashed, and he had already withdrawn the secret technique. This change made the old man named Bai pause. The huge thing several feet suspended in the air was ready to go. Before his wolf claws could be activated, the opponent had already retreated.

As the ghost-eating mist shrunk, only a thousand ghosts and ghosts remained, reappearing.

These ghostly ghosts suddenly appeared, and when they lost their opponents, they were stunned on the spot.

"Ah, junior, you... you actually wiped out most of my ghosts. You are really... so angry that I am so angry. This will definitely make your life worse than death."

A loud shout immediately resounded on the spot as Qin Fengming's mist disappeared.

Seeing that less than a third of the ghosts were left in front of him, the old man surnamed Bai didn't believe what he saw. With his eyes wide open, he finally shouted angrily,

He never thought that even if a monk at the top of the Ghost King fell into his secret technique, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand. However, the young monk in front of him, who seemed to only be in the middle stage of transforming into an infant, was only in the lamp. Within tea time, several thousand to four thousand spirits above the Ghost Commander realm were strangled to death.

These ghosts had cost him hundreds of years of hard work and taken risks that others could hardly imagine. They were all exhausted in this way. The old man surnamed Bai could no longer calm down.

"Does the old man really think that a few ghostly things can kill Qin? If you hadn't taken action earlier, Qin would have needed half a cup of tea at most, and all these ghosts would have been killed by Qin. "

With a smile on his face, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed and he glanced at the two treasures suspended in the air. Although his heart was slightly shocked, he spoke with great ease,

The power of the seven-colored light beam emitted by the bronze mirror just now really surprised him.

Based on his knowledge, he has already judged that the bright beam of light must contain an extremely powerful lightning attribute attack, and may also have an extremely powerful corrosive effect.

The Ghost Devouring Yin Mist contains an extremely strong corrosive effect, but under the light beam just now, it was penetrated by the opponent without any obstruction. Faced with such a powerful thing, Qin Fengming I couldn't help but feel a little more vigilant in my heart.

"Huh," the old man surnamed Bai snorted coldly. He didn't reply to Qin Fengming anymore. He waved his hand to put away the ghost in the air. Then he raised his hand and walked out towards Qin Fengming. Suddenly the bronze mirror in the air trembled. , as soon as the direction turned, a majestic colorful light shot out, almost in a flash, it shined towards Qin Fengming, who was invisible in the black mist.

"Stab it," under the lasing of the seven-colored light, the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist that was only a dozen feet in radius suddenly became riddled with holes, like a honeycomb.

But what left the old man surnamed Bai speechless was that the mist was empty. Not only was there no sound, but there was no figure inside.

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