Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Hmph, you think my method is just that simple. If you can withstand my attack, you are talking big. √∟,"

Facing Motian's attack, the nameless old man did not react at all. As he spoke, his figure suddenly dodged away at an incredible angle.

A flash of black light shot past a shadow.

The old man's dodge speed seemed to be slightly better than Qin Fengming's Xuantian Weibu.

When the old man dodged out, under the urging of his spiritual thoughts, the black sharp blade decomposed with a banging sound and turned into dozens of tiny flying needles, which were separated from the majestic energy in a flash. of imprisonment.

These flying needles are sharp and much more powerful than the original sharp blade. With a hissing sound, he swept towards Motian's body.

Faced with such a change, even Mo Tian, ​​a clone of the Mahayana in the upper realm, suddenly changed his expression.

These flying needles were able to escape from his imprisoning secret technique, which he had never encountered before in his tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

At this time, Motian tried to dodge again, but he could no longer do so. The magic secrets in his body surged rapidly, activating the defensive secrets with all his strength. At the same time, his figure suddenly dodged to the side.

"Hmph, you're not even close to hurting someone from my holy realm."

Just when Motian was in danger, a calm voice suddenly sounded, and a burst of sound broke through the air.

There was a rush of collisions, and dozens of jet-black flying needles attacking Motian were actually involved in a dense mass of sand-like objects that shone with a dark purple light.

Blocked by this mass of purple sand, Motian's tall body finally flashed into the distance.

At the same time, a figure flashed, and the Sansha Holy Lord, who had previously withdrawn from the fight for the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, appeared in the valley again.

To the Holy Lord Sansha, Mo Tian can only be regarded as a junior, but in his eyes, Mo Tian was not taken into consideration at all. And when Motian knew about the Sansha Holy Lord again, he was also frightened.

The name of Sansha Saint has long been resounding in the sky in the real demon world.

But in the Three Realm War countless thousands of years ago, it was said that the Three Evils Holy Lord had fallen, and even his men had fallen apart. Some had already fallen, and those who were lucky enough to meet them had even sneaked into the upper realm. There are also some who have sealed themselves to avoid the catastrophe of that era.

When we met at this time,

Although Motian didn't show much respect for Sansha Holy Lord, he didn't dare to disrespect him at all.

Just by the powerful aura of a superior being exuded by the Sansha Holy Lord, Motian was already extremely afraid of him.

Faced with this attack from the unknown old man, Mo Tian was already very frightened. That sharp blade could easily break through his defense and penetrate deep into his body. If those smaller flying needles hit his body, they would undoubtedly penetrate deep into his body.

Thinking about what would happen if that weird flying needle entered his body, Motian felt a chill run through his body.

"Thank you, Holy Lord, for helping me!" Motian flashed his figure, hugged Holy Lord Sansha, and said with a respectful expression.

Based on Mo Tian's knowledge, he can naturally see that although Sansha Holy Lord is still alive, he must be trapped in some strange and dangerous place. It is impossible to deny that his cultivation is only in the late stage of Demon Lord.

Even if you really return to the Holy Realm, it will definitely take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to restore your original cultivation. Within this period of time, it is difficult to say whether the Sansha Holy Lord was killed by his enemies.

Therefore, although Demon Heaven was respectful, he was not afraid at all.

But at this time, he only talked about helping each other, not rescuing each other, which was exactly what he thought was wrong.

"Hmph, of course I will not take your life or death seriously, but here, you and I both come from the Holy Realm. It's okay to help you once, but in the future, you will have to fight for that spiritual treasure. Don’t worry about this Holy Lord’s move.”

Sansha Shengzun is indeed a heroic figure. Even Qin Fengming couldn't help but admire him after his words.

The three people's actions were lightning-fast and extremely fast.

As the three of them attacked each other, the three of them immediately moved away from the Chaos Spiritual Treasure. When the other monks saw this, their bodies flashed and they hurriedly chased away.

Some monks were even more anxious in their hearts, hurriedly waved their hands, sacrificed their magic weapons, and began to try their best to chop and block the escaping spirit treasures. Suddenly, in the huge valley, rays of light flashed everywhere, and huge treasures shot and wandered around. The scene was extremely chaotic.

"Ah!~~Old man, you dare to sneak up on me. You think Huang is easy to bully."

A shout immediately broke the peaceful coexistence in the valley. Suddenly, two powerful magic weapons collided together. Amid the roar, the two sides became entangled.

"Fellow Taoist, stop it. I didn't make a sneak attack. It was because the magic weapon deviated from its direction on its own."

The old man's explanation seemed feeble. The monk surnamed Huang did not stop his attack. Instead, he opened his hands and a huge energy ball wrapped in gray light shot out and bombarded directly towards the old man.

When the cultivation level has reached the late stage of transforming into an infant, a monk will do nothing if he doesn't take action, and if he does, he will use his killing move. Even real demon cultivators such as Sansha Shengzun and Mo Tian dare not let the attacks of the great cultivators reach them without any scruples.

Just as the two were attacking each other, angry roars sounded again in the distance. A huge banging sound sounded immediately.

In an instant, the dozen or so monks who had been following the Chaos Spiritual Treasure in rapid flight were now in disarray. The magic treasures and secret techniques suddenly appeared among them, and they began to fight together.

Qin Fengming, who was standing far away, had a gloomy expression.

He completely saw what happened at the scene. The mutual attacks among the monks were caused by the Chaos Spiritual Treasure that seemed to be constantly escaping.

When the monk's magic weapon slashes at the Chaos Spirit Treasure, the red light surrounding the spirit treasure only flashes slightly, and the direction of the magic weapon that strikes is slightly deflected, and the attack wants to go somewhere else.

Such a strange scene really frightened Qin Fengming and several others.

This Chaos Spiritual Treasure is something that has not been activated. In such a situation, there is still such an instinctive method, which is something that everyone has seen and the magic weapon will never exist.

In just a moment, two screams echoed throughout the scene.

In the melee, a monk was eventually injured and was successfully attacked by others. As angry shouts rang out, the fight became more intense.

Although many monks were dragged down by the attack and were unable to pursue the Chaos Spirit Treasure with all their strength, the Spirit Treasure still showed no intention of escaping from the valley here. Under the flash of red light, it quickly shot through the crowd. , although it does not hurt anyone, it makes the chaotic scene in the valley more violent and chaotic.

"That spiritual treasure seems to be controlled by someone, otherwise how could it be so spiritual."

Looking at the scene in the valley, where more than a dozen top monks from various continents were fighting with each other, Fu Qiong's beautiful face was full of shock.

After looking at it for a moment, he opened his mouth to say this with doubts in his heart.

Faced with such a chaotic scene, even Sansha Shengzun, Motian and the nameless old man had stopped, their bodies flashed, and they began to be careful to be on guard against the irregular slashes of the powerful sword that kept flashing.

"Fairy Yin, do you see anything?"