Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The two monks who were invisible in the magic circle looked like they were from the Shura Sect, judging from their clothes.

During this trip to the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, Qin Fengming was always tense. The Valley of Ten Thousand Souls was listed as the most dangerous place in the ghost world, and the dangers therein were self-evident. ∈↗, if it were not for Qin Fengming who was comparable to the early stage monks, it would have been another ghost king peak monk to lead Rong Qing and others.

The dangers encountered are countless. Even if it is besieged by many ghost kings and late-stage ghost cultivators, it is very possible. Because others don't have the powerful spiritual consciousness like Qin Fengming, they can take a detour in advance to avoid it.

But just because of this, Qin Fengming and others who left the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls suddenly became less vigilant.

Therefore, he didn't know anything about the two Shura Sect monks in the invisible formation.

Magical formations generally have the effect of concealing their movements and condensing their aura. Even if Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness is powerful, he cannot easily detect it when he relaxes his vigilance.

No one could have expected that even after several years, the Shura Sect still did not relax its pursuit of everyone.

One day later, among the desolate and bare mountains, Rong Qing and Kuang Feng were meditating with their eyes closed, waiting for Li Changshan and the others to return from Fangshi, thousands of miles away. Suddenly, Qin Fengming's expression changed as he was studying a volume of classics in his hand, and a trace of solemnity appeared.

With his eyebrows condensed, his majestic consciousness quickly glanced in one direction.

"Hey, it looks like I'm about to have a fight with someone as soon as I leave the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls."

Following Qin Fengming's calm words, Rong Qing and Rong Qing also opened their eyes, and scanned the surroundings with their spiritual consciousness with cautious expressions on their faces.

But what left the two of them speechless was that they didn't notice anything strange at all.

Although he didn't find anything, Rong Qing still moved his figure and arranged the magic circle around him. He held the formation plate in his hand but did not activate it.

But Kuang Feng made a move, and a transmission note appeared in his hand. After whispering a few words in his mouth, a gray light flashed and shot towards the mountains in the distance, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing the actions of Rong Qing and Kuang Feng, Qin Fengming did not stop them.

After several years of training, the two mid-stage infant transformation monks who have been under Qin Fengming's care are no less capable than other monks of the same level.

This made Qin Fengming extremely happy.

It didn't take long. From three directions, dozens of rays of light appeared in Rong Qing and Kuang Feng's consciousness. Those escaping lights did not deliberately hide their whereabouts, and their speed was not extremely fast. They seemed to have already negotiated and moved forward together, encircling the three people where they stopped.

Faced with the appearance of more than a dozen escaping lights showing huge energy fluctuations around him, Qin Fengming did not show the slightest fear, while Rong Qing and Rong Qing also had calm expressions and did not show any strange expressions.

Glancing at the three waves of monks who were already a hundred miles away, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile.

Among the wave of monks coming from the east, he recognized that the leader was the Supreme Elder of the Shura Sect whom he had met a few years ago.

When he met him at this time, he still didn't understand that Shura Sect had not given up the search at all.

There are a total of seventeen monks in these three waves. The one with the lowest cultivation level is also a person in the early stage of Ghost Lord, and most of them are in the middle stage of Ghost Lord. As for the three leaders, except for the monk surnamed Jiang, who they had met once before, the other two were actually at the peak of Ghost Lord's cultivation.

Seeing a group of monks with such strength, Qin Fengming was certain that for the entire Shura Sect, it should be only half of the strength of the Shura Sect, excluding several ancestors of the Supreme Assembly.

"Junior, it is very easy for us to find you. We have been hiding in the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls for several years. If you don't show up, I will think that you and others have fallen into the mouths of those ghosts. Senior Brother Nan Yan, in front of you This son is the one who killed Master Nan’s nephew.”

Stopping several hundred feet away, the old man who had had a fight with Qin Fengming said with a slightly sinister look on his face.

Although his face is full of anger,

But there was no immediate intention to fight.

"Junior, no matter what your status is in the Black Evil Sect, since you dare to kill Nan's direct descendants, then you must keep your life in our Southern Territory. If you wait for your own life to die, I can still let you go. Wait for your soul to leave safely, otherwise you will know the consequences."

The seven monks in the other direction moved and stepped forward one after another. One of them, an old man with completely white hair at the top of the Ghost King, had a sinister expression on his face, and his eyes were filled with anger and he spoke coldly.

"Hmph, there's a lot of nonsense. You must be the elder of that ignorant junior named Nan. If you want to avenge that junior, just come and take action. Otherwise, leave quickly. Your young master doesn't have time. Waiting here with you is a waste of words."

Facing these dozen monks, Qin Fengming felt extremely calm at this time.

Although there were three great monks on the other side, in his eyes, there was no longer much of a threat.

"Junior is really looking for death. Junior Brother Jiang, Junior Brother Guyin, and everyone else, we will take action together to kill these three people first, and then go to find the other three. Of course, what Nan said at the beginning will be given immediately."

As the leader of Shura Sect, Nan Yan is naturally a cunning person. Although the young man in front of him was only a late-stage Ghost Lord, facing so many monks, he not only showed no fear at all, but instead had a faint smile on his face, which made him a little surprised.

With a sudden change in his heart, he turned his head and looked at the two great monks in the two directions, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I have longed for the ten thousand year soul snail inner elixir for a long time. Since the head brother has given up his love, I will not be polite. The bone yin will definitely help the senior brother kill this junior."

Following Nan Yan's words, another Ghost Lord Peak cultivator wrapped in the mist smiled and spoke happily. The other monk named Jiang echoed without much hesitation.

The dozen or so Ghost Lord monks led by the three great monks had different expressions even though they did not say anything.

Some had solemn expressions on their faces, as if they had doubts in their hearts; some looked disapproving, as if they didn't even pay attention to the three monks in front of them.

Under the leadership of three great monks on our side, although everyone has different mentality, they all have one belief, that is, they have no doubt about killing the three people in front of them.

Seeing the finished glyph and the people approaching him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but jump up.

Although he didn't take the people in front of him seriously, he didn't take anything lightly either.

"Everyone, this guy has always been cunning. We don't need to talk nonsense with him. Let's sacrifice the magic weapon together and kill him. I don't know what you think..."

The monk surnamed Jiang has always been alert. Seeing that the three people in front of him were still so calm at this time, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Hmph, Junior Brother Jiang, why is it necessary for a mere junior from a black evil sect to mobilize troops like this? You don't need to take action. All you need to do is prevent these three juniors from escaping. Leave the rest to me alone." There was a cold snort. , came out from the mist, interrupting the monk surnamed Jiang's words.

It was the great monk at the top of the Ghost Lord called Gu Yin.

As he said that, as the bone yin waved his hand, the people behind him dispersed and stood on the spot in a fan shape.

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