Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Just when Nan Yan, the leader of Shura Sect, was preparing his defense, he saw a flash of black light in the distance and a sound that broke through the air suddenly sounded. ¤, a black horse only flashed slightly before it arrived in front of him.

"Bang!" A deafening banging sound exploded on the spot.

The huge ring surrounding Nan Yan, and the burning flame wrapped on it, suddenly made a piercing sound when it came into contact with the black horse, but in an instant, it was followed by a banging sound. submerged.

The huge ring suddenly shook under the force of the black spear.

Black flying ants as big as a baby's fist suddenly fell from the air to the ground. Some were even swept up in the flames and disappeared with a stinging sound.

In just an instant, no fewer than hundreds of black flying ants fell on the spot.

But just when Nan Yan was relieved, he suddenly saw the black spear starting to shatter from the tip of the spear. In just the blink of an eye, black flying ants the size of a baby's fist suddenly appeared.

Those black ant wings seemed as thin as cicada wings, but they were extremely sharp. With a flash, black wind blades flashed out, causing a shield composed of wind blades to appear around them. The flames on the ring faced the wind shield and were unable to make any more achievements.

On that small body, there was actually a powerful soul pressure that was no less powerful than that of a ghostly handsome monk.

Tens of thousands of flying ants gathered together, displaying soul pressure that even a great monk would be frightened to see.

The black flying ants suddenly dispersed and immediately swooped towards the huge ring. When they opened their mouths, black juice suddenly spurted out, and a weird smell that made people feel sick spewed out.

Just the exposure of this aura caused the flames on the huge ring to suddenly shrink.

The overwhelming black juice shot out like water arrows. When the flames wrapped in the huge ring as thick as the water tank came into contact, it suddenly shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the left rear was annihilated.

Covered in black juice, a lot of them immediately adhered to the ring.

A burst of stabbing sound immediately resounded.

Facing this scene, Nan Yan, the leader of Shura Sect, also changed his expression. Urged by his thoughts, a whining sound suddenly sounded. I saw the huge ring suddenly spinning, and with a roar, wind blades shot out from the ring, slashing at the black flying ants surrounding it.

Nan Yan's blazing wind and thunder ring is the treasure that he relies on most. At this time, he was shocked when he saw that the flames had almost no effect and were restrained by the black juice.

As thousands of wind blades from the ring struck out, a banging sound suddenly resounded.

Although black figures were slashed into the distance by the wind blade, most of the flying ants that were thrown out rolled in the air, flapped their wings again, and stopped in the distance, no longer Not even close, but the black juice in his mouth spurted out again.

The wind blades shot out by the huge ring were unable to reach very far under the cloud of liquid. When they came into contact with the black liquid, they lost all their energy and disappeared.

Even so, with this amazing defensive treasure, Nan Yan, the leader of Shura Sect, finally blocked tens of thousands of black ants.

As the tens of thousands of black ants scattered and besieged the white-haired old man, Bing'er in the distance had already fired another magic spell, and another black spear condensed out. With a touch of his hand, the black spear flashed.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the huge ring suddenly stagnated for a moment under the attack of the black horse. At that moment of stasis, the entire ring was completely covered by black juice all over the sky.

The huge ring completely covered by the black juice caused by the sharp corrosive power of the black juice suddenly made a loud buzzing sound. Nan Yan only felt that the energy on the ring was suddenly drained. In just an instant, most of it had disappeared.

"Ah, no, all fellow disciples, please take action together. This black ant is too powerful. No one can defeat it."

Following his words, a thick blue mist suddenly spewed out from his body.

In an instant, his body was wrapped in it.

Then a strange clicking sound also resounded from the blue mist.

With a roar, the huge ring disappeared immediately. Looking at the flaming wind and thunder ring in his hand, Nan Yan felt extremely distressed. At this time, on the palm-sized ring, not only was the energy scattered on it, but there were also some pits. It would be difficult to re-refine it without refining it. Not used anymore.

Looking at the black flying ants being sucked into the cyan mist, Nan Yan was filled with anger, and magic arts surged in his body. With a few clicks of his fingers, ten huge white skeleton palms appeared and danced wildly towards those The flying black ants attacked and flew away.

Although the black ants were powerful, they couldn't tell their direction in the strange blue mist and kept flying around.

At this time, although Bing'er had hundreds of thousands of black ants, the power of his spiritual thoughts was far inferior to that of Qin Fengming. The ones he could control with the insect repelling technique could only control hundreds of thousands of them, and then his spiritual thoughts The strength is greatly lost. There was nothing she could do about other flying ants.

But even so, she would not let it idle. She contacted the mother ant with her spiritual thoughts, and a spiritual thought was already sent out.

Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of black flying ants were like an overwhelming black hurricane, sweeping towards the Ghost Lord monks led by Nan Yan. Like a huge billowing black stream, Nan Yan's body was completely covered within a thousand feet in an instant.

Seeing this, Qin Bing'er, who had sacrificed a black ant for the first time, was also shocked.

Just the momentum displayed by the overwhelming black ants was already frightening.

Looking at the several ghost king monks who were attacked by flying ants, Bing'er smiled on her little face. She pressed her hand between her eyebrows, and suddenly, slender purple-black filaments flashed out, and in a flash Down, he disappeared into the void and disappeared without a trace.

There are as many as 3,600 Yihun needles, which are Bing'er's destiny.

When it was being refined, although there were no precious materials such as the Myriad Illusion Crystal and the Void Stone that could conceal one's whereabouts, the technique that Bing'er practiced was the Ten Thousand Illusion Yin Cha Jue, which is a powerful technique that can hide through illusion. With the continuous tempering of powerful skills, the Yihun Needle has begun to take on power.

The flying needles are shooting, and it is extremely difficult for the monks at the top of Ghost King to detect their trajectory if they don't concentrate. It is even more difficult for those mid-stage ghost king monks to catch flying needles.

In just a flash, hundreds of Yihun needles appeared around a mid-stage ghost king monk.

But when he discovered it, it was no longer possible to activate the defensive magic weapon to intercept him. The magic skills in his body surged, and the majestic magic power was injected into the protective light shield outside his body.

But what frightened him was that the purple-black filaments shooting out from all directions were not afraid of the five-element shield. With a popping sound, the shield outside him seemed to be made of paper. They were all penetrated by the thin thread.

In a flash, it shot into his body.

A huge and incomparable power of the soul suddenly appeared, approaching the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

As the filaments stirred in his body, the soul in his sea of ​​consciousness was suddenly pulled by strands of soul power, and was quickly pulled out, and was instantly integrated into the filaments.

Under the violent flash of purple-black light, the pulling force was even more powerful. In just a few breaths, a dignified mid-level Ghost Lord monk fell to the strangulation of the Yihun Needle.

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