Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming looked very calm when surrounded by ghost mist.

The souls and ghosts in the thick fog are all devoid of intelligence. Normally, they often bite and devour each other. When they encounter the presence of a stranger, they rush to besiege them.

Although at the beginning, relying on instinct, the ghost was very afraid of the pressure displayed by the Soul-Eating Beast, but under the urging of the Demon Mountain Sect monks to cast spells, they still began to besiege the Soul-Eating Beast and Qin Fengming without mercy.

Many ghosts surrounded Qin Fengming, but they were all blocked by the Five Elements Barrier. Hundreds of souls and ghosts threw themselves on the Five Elements Barrier, constantly beating and biting. However, the Five Elements Barrier was flashing with colorful rays of light and did not break in the slightest.

Eighty percent of these ghosts are mortal souls, and most of the rest are transformed from Qi Gathering Stage monks. Only a few are Foundation Establishment Stage monks. Although there are several powerful souls in the Foundation Establishment Stage, these powerful souls are Souls, during battles, usually only drive low-level souls to attack from the periphery. He just sits back and enjoys the success.

Seeing that the Five Elements Wall was as stable as Mount Tai under the attack of many ghosts, Qin Fengming stopped caring about the ghosts in front of him and began to pay attention to the soul-eating beast.

The soul-eating beast's body was filled with yellow light, and a layer of yellow wall wrapped its entire body as it dashed left and right among tens of thousands of souls and ghosts. A cloud of gray mist kept spitting out from his mouth. Every time he puffed out, several souls were sucked into his mouth, chewed and swallowed into his belly.

Even if a ghostly creature approaches the Soul-Eating Beast, it will be blocked by the yellow wall on its body and cannot harm it in the slightest. Seeing this, Qin Fengming felt even more relieved.

The monk with the surname of the Demon Mountain Sect continued to inject spiritual power into the ghost flag, and under the connection of his mind, he tried his best to activate the ghosts and ghosts in the flag. But what surprised him was that when he faced the enemy in the past, no matter how powerful the opponent was or how sharp the spiritual weapon was, as long as he pushed hard, the ghosts would rush to attack the opponent.

But now, he seemed to feel that most of the ghosts in the ghost banner seemed to be very afraid. Although they were still fighting with the trapped people despite his efforts, they seemed extremely reluctant.

The monk surnamed Feng could not clearly see the situation in the thick black fog, but since he had reached such a situation, he would not put away the ghost flag. He could only forcefully inject mana into the flag in order to kill the young monk of the Luoxia Sect as soon as possible.

Time passed little by little.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had disappeared.

Gradually, the monk named Gu seemed to notice something and asked:

"Junior Brother Feng, why has it taken so long and you still haven't been able to kill that boy from the Luoxia Sect? Doesn't that little monk have some powerful defensive weapon?"

Although the monk surnamed Feng didn't know what was going on inside the ghost flag, he was always convinced of the ghost flag and still said:

"I'm not very sure. It's just that the ghosts in the ghost banner seem to be very afraid of that kid. Maybe that kid has some powerful treasures. However, there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts in my banner. There is nothing the boy can do. The more powerful the treasure is, the faster it will consume his spiritual energy."

"And within my banner, there are still several souls equivalent to those of late-stage foundation-building monks. They are in the state of souls within the banner and generally cannot be killed. Under the attack of these souls, that kid is No matter how deep the magic power is, it will be slowly consumed, so don’t worry, senior brother.”

Time passed slowly.

Another half hour passed.

The young monk in the ghost banner was still not killed. Although the monk named Feng was still very calm on the surface, his heart was already turbulent. He was very puzzled as to how the person from the Luoxia Sect could survive to this day.

Thinking back when he killed those few monks and monsters with late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, the longest they lasted in his ghost banner was only an hour. Could it be that the young monk from the Luoxia Sect was hiding his cultivation? If that was the case, he wouldn't have anything to worry about.

The more the monk named Feng thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the case, otherwise such a situation would never have happened. Suddenly I regained my composure. If one more late-stage foundation-building monk can be killed, the power of the ghost flag will be enhanced again. Unconsciously, I secretly looked forward to it.

The monk surnamed Gu, at first, kept staring at the black fog in front of him, but later, he sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, occasionally glancing at the monk surnamed Feng and the thick fog.

However, as time passed by, the monk named Feng's confidence continued to waver.

Another half hour passed.

At this time, the monk surnamed Feng had lost his original composure, his brows were furrowed, his fists were clenched, and he kept wandering around, looking very anxious.

Just when he wanted to put away the ghost flag and see what happened.

"Stab it'

A crisp sound was heard, and a huge gap appeared in the black flag flag several feet in the air. The thick black fog that originally covered a hundred feet in radius disappeared in an instant. The flag shrank rapidly and fell into the forest below.

The monk surnamed Feng shouted: "No, my ghost flag was destroyed."

Just as the monk surnamed Feng shouted, the monk surnamed Gu also jumped up from his meditation, staring at the scene in front of him with bright eyes.

After the thick fog cleared, Qin Fengming's figure was revealed. There was no damage on his body and he looked full of energy.

After an hour and a half, Qin Fengming was inside the ghost flag. From the beginning, he concentrated on watching the battle between the soul-devouring beast and the ghost ghost, and then he closed his eyes and meditated without paying any attention to it.

It wasn't until an hour later that he opened his eyes again.

Seeing this, the souls and ghosts that were originally densely packed in the thick fog were now sparse, not much in sight. The soul-eating beast no longer pounces on distant ghosts at this time, but lies in the void

, with a lazy expression.

Qin Fengming was stunned when he saw this, but he understood the whole story in an instant. The soul-eating beast had devoured so many souls. Even the souls of those who were in the foundation-building stage were also devoured by it and were slowly being digested at this time. Seeing this, he was secretly happy.

With a wave of his hand, he put the soul-eating beast into the soul-eating flag and put it into the storage ring. Then he used the Purple Fire Meteor Sword and quickly struck deep into the thick fog.

Although the ghost flag at this time still looks like a top-level spiritual weapon, there is not much soul essence inside it. How could he withstand the full blow of a high-grade spiritual weapon? In an instant, he was hit with a huge hole by the Purple Fire Meteor Sword. Completely scrapped and can no longer be used.

Seeing that his ghost flag was destroyed, the monk named Feng became furious. Although this flag has no connection with his mind, it is often nourished with essence and blood. Its destruction at this time also makes his mind extremely unstable.

The monk surnamed Gu looked puzzled when he saw that the other party could destroy the famous ghost flag. He was very surprised.