Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

There is only one path on Tongtian Peak, and no matter which path it is, there are bound to be restrictions. Popular

Logically speaking, these restrictions should hinder the Huaying Great Monk somewhat, but they will definitely not completely block everyone. Because this place was originally a training ground for lower-ranking disciples of the Immortal Mountain Sect.

Faced with the miasma hidden in the white mist, Qin Fengming certainly felt it.

The corrosive power has yet to cause any harm to him. With the tough Qing Yan sword and shield and the majestic mana regardless of loss, the corrosive toxicity was completely blocked by him.

But looking at the situation in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

There is no doubt that Hongmeng Miasma contains psychedelic magical effects, but in the place in front of him, even if he used all his strength to activate his spiritual eyes, he could not see the slightest illusion. Although he didn't see anything, he was already convinced that he had fallen into a hallucination.

It's just that this kind of psychedelic magical effect is much more profound than the ordinary illusory array illusion.

The psychedelic artistic conception that can trap even immortals can certainly not be compared with the illusions encountered before.

Although he was sure that he had fallen into the environment, Qin Fengming was not panicked at this time. But after standing for a moment, he turned his body and sat on the stone ground. With his eyes closed, he no longer changes his form.

As time slowly passed, the winding path in front of Qin Fengming seemed to begin to slowly change. It seemed that after countless vicissitudes of life, moss slowly appeared on it. Later, even on the path, moss appeared. As time went by, the original path was completely covered by green vegetation, and only the line that appeared later was exposed.

Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged, had not opened his eyes since he sat cross-legged, as if he had fallen into trance. Read all

If it weren't for the path in front of him that would undergo some strange changes every once in a while, anyone would think that time here has stood still.

Because there are no birdsong here, no running water, even the white mist around me is still.

I don't know how much time had passed. Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. Two rays of light shot out. He stood up with a flick of his body. Without hesitation, he stepped into the body. The zigzag mountain in front.

The mountain at this time was no longer the one he saw first.

Stepping on the mountain, he didn't hesitate at all. He stepped lightly and moved forward quickly.

But every time I encounter a corner,

Qin Fengming stepped in the opposite direction of the path without hesitation. As he stepped forward, a path appeared strangely in the direction where there was no path.

Such a strange sight, if outsiders saw it, they would be stunned.

As Qin Fengming shuttled back and forth, his speed became faster and faster. In the end, he had almost used his body skills everywhere. In the white mist, he was like a flying bird, moving forward quickly.

If it weren't for the fact that a wind channel was formed behind him due to his body's rapid passing. It was as if no one had passed by at all.

When Qin Fengming turned the eighty-first corner, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The original white mist suddenly disappeared, and the sharp and corrosive hot breath disappeared. Revealed in front of him was a group of buildings occupying a vast area.

Although the tall buildings are of different heights, they appear well-proportioned. Nestled among the green pines and cypresses, with white clouds floating around, it looks quiet and elegant.

"My little friend is really not that simple. He actually broke through the restricted area of ​​Hongmeng Miasma in the same sequence as my master."

Just when Qin Fengming stepped out of the land shrouded in white mist, a slight voice of a charming beauty resounded in his ears. Qin Fengming didn't need to identify him to know that it was Holy Lord Yin Luo who entered the place shrouded in white mist before him.

Turning around, he saw Holy Lord Yinluo in fluttering colorful clothes, standing dozens of feet away with a calm face, a look of surprise in his eyes that flashed away.

For Qin Fengming to be able to walk out of the land covered by the miasma of Hongmeng so quickly, Holy Lord Yin Luo couldn't help but look at Qin Fengming.

Although Saint Lord Yinluo has never actually entered the Hongmeng Miasma in person, he has a lot of knowledge about it in the upper realm scriptures and knows some of its characteristics. She didn't believe that a mere monk in the human world could understand the Hongmeng Miasma better than she did.

Of course, the Hongmeng miasma contained in this white mist is extremely small in proportion.

But even so, the psychedelic effect it contains cannot be easily understood.

Qin Fengming did not respond to Holy Lord Yinluo's compliments. Instead, he released his spiritual consciousness and carefully scanned the place in front of him. No traces of monk stagnation were found.

This undoubtedly shows that Motian has not emerged from the miasma of Hongmeng.

Suddenly, Qin Fengming felt a sudden surge of white mist not far away from him. A figure popped out of the white mist and stopped more than ten feet away from Qin Fengming.

"Motian!" Qin Fengming was suddenly shocked when he saw the person suddenly.

Without hesitation, a thick black ghost mist suddenly spurted out from his body, and in one roll, it wrapped around the Demonic Sky that had just appeared. At the same time, his hand was placed between his eyebrows, and a red light was hidden in the mist and shot towards the devil.

Now that we have broken up with Motian, it is no longer possible to live in peace with each other.

If Mo Tian saw him so close, there would be no doubt that he would be angry. Rather than being passive, it is better to take the initiative and master the initiative.

The two sides were only a dozen feet away from each other. With Qin Fengming's full power to drive the ghost-devouring mist, he could almost instantly suck the demon who had just stepped out of the illusion into the mist.

And with the rapid speed of the red little treasure, it will be able to hit the devil's sky hard before the ghost bites the mist.

If another cultivator at the top of the Transformation Infantry Stage was attacked at such a close distance from Qin Fengming, there would be no second possibility except on the spot.

But at this time, what he faced was the clone of a Mahayana monk. Qin Fengming's sudden attack still failed to achieve full effect.

"Junior, damn it!" Just when Qin Fengming took action, Motian, who had just stood still, was already awake. He was shouting, but he didn't see any movement. He only saw a dense gray-black fly that was several inches long. The needle appeared suddenly, like a river bursting out, and covered the place where Qin Fengming stood.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!~~" In a series of soft sounds, the red sword only flew a few feet away before being blocked by the dense flying needles.

The flying needles all over the sky carried a terrifying sound of breaking through the sky, and instantly they swarmed into the rapidly spreading ghost-eating mist.

The flying needles all over the sky did not seem to be hindered by the ghost-eating mist at all, and they moved towards Qin Fengming almost without slowing down. With one big blow, he was stabbed like a hedgehog.

Faced with the sudden change, Ren Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed.

Without hesitation, the dragon-patterned tortoise shell shield in his hand flashed out, and in a flash, it blocked his face.

"Duh! Duh!~~~" A dense soft sound sounded, and the flying needles in the sky were finally blocked by the dragon-patterned tortoise shell shield.

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