Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Feng Ming, leave that place quickly. That gathering monk will never die so easily."

Seeing the young monk's appearance, Ke Xingxin and the others were extremely shocked. They didn't know why the young man had the courage to face an aggregation cultivator directly with his mere late-stage Huaying cultivation.

But after all, the two of them were men with rich fighting skills and extensive knowledge. Before Zhuang Daoqin could speak, Ke Xingxin was already eagerly calling Qin Fengmingdao.

The first time the two sides fought, it only took a few breaths. In such a short period of time, Ke Xingxin and Zhuang Daoqin would not believe it even if they killed Ke Xingxin and Zhuang Daoqin.

Qin Fengming looked extremely gloomy as he looked at Venerable Poison Saint who fell down into the forest, a ball of blood in front of him, and still fell to the ground.

Although the shadow of the Demon Treasure Ghost Refining Technique fist actually hit Venerable Poison Saint, he felt like it hit a bag of cotton. Although he also saw the monk spit out a mouthful when it hit. Essence and blood, but he couldn't believe that a top monk in a low-level interface could be killed by him so easily.

Hearing Ke Xingxin's cry, Qin Fengming suddenly became alert. As soon as his body moved, he shot backwards.

An afterimage flashed, and he had already stopped in front of the huge ball magic weapon. Under the surge of majestic magic power in his body, a jet-black mist enveloped the huge ball in it.

In an instant, the huge ball shrank rapidly, and in just the blink of an eye, it turned into a black caltrop ball like a baby's fist, with purple needlepoints wrapped around it, making it look extremely thorny.

This turned out to be an extremely rare purple quinoa ball magic weapon. This kind of magic weapon is extremely rare in the world of immortality, and it is extremely difficult to refine, because the sharp needle light on the purple quinoa ball can be activated alone, which is extremely sharp for breaking the monk's five-element energy shield.

Regardless of whether the Venerable Poison Saint died or not, Qin Fengming was already very happy when such a powerful weapon fell into his hands.

With a flash of figure, Qin Fengming stopped beside his master.

"Okay, very good. I didn't expect that in just a hundred years, you have grown to such a level. Facing an aggregation monk, you dared to confront him alone. If your other masters knew about it, I don't know how happy they would be. It seems that Manghuang Mountain is really going to be revived."

Looking at the young monk in front of him, Zhuang Daoqin showed a happy expression on his face.

With Zhuang Daoqin's experience, he could not know that his disciple must have practiced extremely advanced body training techniques, and he also had secret techniques to resist poisons. What's more important is that the young man in front of him had to fight with the monks.

Otherwise, no matter how strong his self-confidence is, a late-stage Infant Transformation cultivator would never dare to approach an Aggregation cultivator alone and launch a sneak attack.

Even Ke Xingxin, who was ten feet away, had envy flashing in his eyes. As a supreme elder of Tianxuan Sect, Ke Xingxin's knowledge is certainly not bad. The young man in front of him has definitely experienced something extraordinary. Otherwise, there would be such a weird movement to dare to face an aggregation monk alone.

"Master, after decades of separation, this disciple has been thinking about Master very much. Seeing him now, he finally felt relieved." Looking at the monk with slightly gray hair on his temples, Qin Fengming's eyes also flashed with tears.

When he was at Yang Yanmen, Zhuang Daoqin once gave him the Puppet Art and repeatedly said that he would enter the ghost world and perform a dangerous thing. The words he said had the intention of arranging the funeral arrangements, which made Qin Fengming always uneasy.

Although he was still uneasy in the ghost world, he finally felt relieved after seeing his master safe.

"Okay, junior, you actually injured me. This is the first time I have suffered such an injury in my 1,400 years of cultivation. If you had just stepped forward and delivered the blow just now, I might not have really died here. But after such a buffer, I have recovered. Now, junior, just wait for your soul to be refined."

While Qin Fengming was talking to his master, a sound of gnashing of teeth suddenly sounded from the distant mountains and forests. With a flash of red light, Venerable Poison Saint reappeared in the air.

At this time, Venerable Poison Saint still had bright red blood stains on the corners of his mouth. The originally rosy face now looked slightly pale.

Seeing the person in front of him look like this, Qin Fengming suddenly felt regretful.

Just now, Venerable Poison Saint was indeed injured by himself. If you take advantage of the victory and pursue it, you might actually be able to kill it on the spot. But at this time, the good opportunity has been lost.

As soon as Venerable Poison Saint appeared, he suddenly waved his hands rapidly. As he waved his hands, he heard a sudden sound of breaking through the air. A series of red pilians flashed out, and at the same time, the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth agitated even more, swarming towards the pilians.

When Qin Fengming and the other three saw him, they were naturally wary. They all sacrificed their magic weapons and guarded themselves. The power of the hate-filled blow delivered by the aggregation monk did not need to be considered by the three of them.

But what shocked the three of them was that the hundreds of red spears fired by Venerable Poison Saint were not coming towards them, but were fired towards the place around the three of them, and some of them even disappeared. Jungle in the distance.

"Ah, no, the old man is setting up some kind of powerful magic circle." Qin Fengming was quick to see the opportunity. When he saw the other party doing this, he felt a warning sign in his heart, and he blurted out a shout.

There was no need for Qin Fengming to remind him, the two great monks had already figured it out.

Now that he knows the other party's conspiracy, Qin Fengming will certainly not let the other party perform the spell calmly. As he waved his hands rapidly, dozens of colorful sword lights shot out, quickly following the red horse that shot away.

Zhuang Daoqin and Ke Xingxin seemed to move faster than Qin Fengming. As the two waved their hands, their swords shot out and struck at the red horse.

"Hmph, three juniors, I'll let you have a taste of the power of my poisonous mist."

A cold snort sounded, and suddenly, within a radius of several miles, dull explosions, like exploding beans, began to sound one after another. Even when Qin Fengming's Qing Yan sword strike hit those red horses, there was also a muffled sound.

Following the muffled sound, where the red explosions were seen, a thick red mist suddenly surged up and spread to the surroundings extremely quickly.

In just one or two breaths, the area for several miles around the three people was completely shrouded in red mist.

"Ah, this is mist, and it contains poison. You two fellow Taoists, please be careful."

As soon as he saw the diffuse red mist, Ke Xingxin's expression suddenly changed, his eyes became condensed, and he immediately spoke to remind him. As he spoke, he waved his hands, and a simple shield appeared in front of him. At the same time, there was a flash between his eyebrows, and a sword that was about ten feet long with a green and cold light appeared in his hand.

Zhuang Daoqin moved his hand, and an adult-like figure appeared beside him. The figure swayed, and a bright three-color wall protected Zhuang Daoqin.

"Feng Ming, come to my master quickly. With this puppet guard, we can withstand a few attacks from that old man."

The two were originally not far apart, and before the red mist hit them, communication was smooth.

Looking at Venerable Poison Saint, who was standing far away, motionless but with a ferocious smile on his face, Qin Fengming shook his head. Instead of listening to his master's words, he moved his lips slightly and began to transmit the sound.

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