Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The transparent and invisible wave had not yet hit Qin Fengming's body, but there was suddenly a feeling of coldness on his body.

This ice is so cold that it feels like the soul is freezing.

The so-called toxins in the world of immortality are actually not poisons that can kill people in a narrow sense, but include extremely broad categories, including cold, hot, suffocating and other negative feeling attributes.

Faced with an attack of this nature, if he was actually hit by the attack without checking, even a monk at the peak of Transforming Infants would definitely be furious on the spot.

Now that he was discovered by the other party, Qin Fengming would of course not hide anything anymore. With a sway of his body, a gust of breeze appeared, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

"Hey, I really have some tricks up my sleeve." Suddenly seeing Qin Fengming disappear in front of his attack, Venerable Poison Saint couldn't help but exclaim. With his consciousness in a hurry, a trace of solemnity could not help but appear on his extraordinary face.

I saw an energy wave that was almost unpredictable, shooting towards the place where he stopped in an extremely strange trajectory.

The energy contained in that wave was extremely small, and a late-stage Ghost Lord monk might not even notice it.

Venerable Poison Saint did not pay attention to Qin Fengming anymore. Instead, he raised his hand and a ball of black light shot out. When it spread out in the air, it turned into a huge black ball-like magic weapon that was about ten feet tall. On top of this magic weapon, a sharp sword blade flashing with purple light is revealed. At first glance, it looks like a caltrop ball.

As soon as the magic weapon was displayed, it blocked the spiritual power slash that Zhuang Daoqin had sacrificed.

Amidst the roar, the powerful spiritual slash was as if it had struck a thick and tough iron block. It had no effect at all and was completely dissolved by the huge ball.

The huge ball spread out in the air and suddenly started to spin. The energy of the surrounding heaven and earth quickly gathered towards the ball. With a terrifying sound breaking through the air, the huge ball flashing black and purple light changed its direction and bombarded directly towards the direction of Zhuang Daoqin.

Its speed was so fast that it left only a shadow in the sky whose source was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Seeing Qin Fengming disappear out of thin air, Zhuang Daoqin and Ke Xingxin's eyes shone almost at the same time.

Being able to dodge so easily from the attack of an aggregation monk's secret technique within a distance of tens of feet. It really shocked the two of them. As the saying goes, an expert can tell if something is there by stretching out his hand. The young man in front of them only had this weird escape technique. The two of them already knew that it could never be judged by common sense.

Seeing the opponent's magic weapon coming to attack, Zhuang Daoqin had already calmed down. With a wave of his hand, two almost identical golden giant axes like a grinding fan were revealed. Under the golden light, two slashes struck. The sound of howling in the air echoed throughout the scene.

"Bang! Bang!" Two deafening huge banging sounds suddenly sounded. Two huge gusts of wind that could almost tear apart rocks also shot out in all directions. After hitting the mountain peak, two huge scratches were clearly visible.

In the loud noise, the two golden giant axes collided and were bounced back.

Although the two identical giant ax magic weapons were slightly inferior in just one blow, the combined force of the two still blocked the huge ball in the air.

It goes without saying that Zhuang Daoqin's method of refining puppets is a being that is even more advanced than Qin Fengming, and his ability to refine magic weapons is no problem. He had already added more than a dozen kinds of extremely precious materials to his two ancient treasures. And there are many magic spells injected into it.

Being able to block a powerful weapon from gathering monks was something he expected.

Venerable Poison Saint, who wielded a magic weapon, no longer paid attention to Zhuang Daoqin. Instead, his eyes turned cold, and his consciousness locked on the approaching slight energy fluctuation. A trace of ferocity appeared on his face, and There was a sarcastic smile in his heart.

In his opinion, although the junior's movements were extremely strange, he could easily capture him with all his strength.

Qin Fengming has already used the wind phantom movement technique to its extreme. The figure turned into a breeze and approached the Venerable Poison Saint.

The route it takes is not a straight line, but is constantly approaching in circuitous ways.

"Junior, let's see how you dodge this time."

Just when Qin Fengming's figure flashed and he was getting closer and closer to Venerable Poison Saint, a not very loud voice suddenly reached his ears.

Following these words, Venerable Poison Saint, who was standing motionless in front of him, suddenly flashed with red light, and a majestic red mist suddenly spewed out from his body, covering his body almost instantly. It was completely enveloped within a radius of ten feet.

Seeing the red mist revealed, Zhuang Daoqin and Ke Xingxin, who were standing far away, suddenly changed their expressions. The two of them had already experienced the power of the mist used by the gathering monk, but at this time, they had lost their sight. Qin Fengming's figure.

Almost as soon as the mist surged, the huge mist had already rolled up and swept towards the rapidly moving Qin Fengming.

The speed of both sides is extremely fast, and the distance between the two sides at this time is only more than 30 feet. Under the rapid speed of the two, in such a short distance, there is almost no time interval at all. Qin Fengming, who is quickly invisible, Then he was sucked into it by the red mist that had spread to a distance of more than twenty feet.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, a figure wrapped in red mist was suddenly thrown out.

As the figure was thrown towards the forest below, the red mist was immediately rolled up by a wave of energy and disappeared, revealing Qin Fengming with a look of surprise inside.

Looking at the Venerable Poison Saint who fell into the forest, not to mention Qin Fengming, even Zhuang Daoqin and Ke Xingxin, who were standing far away, had blank expressions on their faces.

Of course, they could clearly see that the flying figure was the gathering monk who was chasing the two of them for countless miles. And of course that loud noise was an attack from Qin Fengming who had disappeared.

But such a powerful person was actually knocked away by a single blow from a late-stage Infant Transformation monk. Even if such a thing happened in front of the two of them, they couldn't believe it.

Standing in the air, Qin Fengming frowned slightly, trying his best to recall what had just happened.

Just now, Qin Fengming, who was approaching quickly, had already activated the Treasure Transformation Ghost Refining Technique in his body.

Qin Fengming was not afraid at all when he saw Venerable Poison Saint unleashing a red mist containing extremely powerful poison. The soul-devouring ghost fire and blue soul silk have already protected all the meridians in his body.

When he suddenly saw the suddenly revealed red mist coming towards him, he felt very happy.

Although the red mist has an extremely powerful effect of hindering spiritual consciousness, under the lock of its powerful spiritual consciousness, the figure of Venerable Poison Saint dodging to one side still clearly appeared in front of him.

As the Treasure Transformation Ghost Refining Technique was performed, he clearly saw the incredible look in the eyes of the old man who was invisible in the red mist. Facing the huge soul energy that frightened him, Poison Saint Zhizhu finally showed a look of fear and confusion.

At this time, Qin Fengming's spirit and soul power was so powerful that it far exceeded that of a monk in the early stage of aggregation. He was suddenly locked by the huge power of the soul of the Hua Bao Ghost Refining Technique. Not to mention a monk in the early stage of aggregation, he was a person in the middle stage of aggregation. It will definitely be difficult to escape instantly.

That huge fist shadow was indeed imprinted on the body of Venerable Poison Saint.

Following the huge bombardment, Venerable Poison Saint was even knocked out and fell towards the forest below.

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