Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

readx(); With the sound of whooshing, hundreds of majestic attacks were revealed in the ghostly mist.

Each attack contains a huge ghost aura, some are as black as ink, flashing a black and cold light; some are even more yellowish and strange, which is disturbing.

This wave of attacks can be said to be the most relied upon method among all the ghost king monks. Although the attack directions are not in the same direction, any attack cannot be ignored by the monks in the late stage of Yingying.

Such an attack does not pose much of a threat to the Ghost Devouring Mist.

If all the attacks are directed in the same direction, even if the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist is blessed by Xuanyin Ghost Fire, it will be broken instantly. However, in their desperation, everyone gave up the powerful power of the combined attack formation and chose to fight on their own. Faced with such an attack, the Ghost Devouring Mist could exert its powerful power.

Everyone's attacks were submerged in the mist, and their speed was greatly reduced, and their power was greatly lost.

Under the superposition of the power of the two great ghosts' secret arts, the attacks launched by dozens of ghost king monks were only a few dozen feet into the ghost-eating mist before suddenly shrinking and disappearing. Even the powerful ** treasure was blocked in the mist, burned by the green ghost fire, and the spiritual loss was difficult to recover.

The dozens of ghost cultivators who sensed the sudden change in attack suddenly turned pale.

But just when the ghost cultivators in the magic circle were shocked, a green silk thread suddenly appeared outside the huge wall of the combined attack magic circle.

In a flash, the thick and solid huge wall seemed to not exist, and was penetrated by the dark green silk thread. The laser shot traveled away and shot towards the ghost cultivators lifelessly.

This thread, if you use the methods of ghost cultivators in normal times, you will certainly find something.

But at this moment, when everyone was shocked by the power of the black mist around them, and the combined attack formation was also filled with thick mist, the silent thread suddenly shot out, leaving no one able to Found before that thread hits the body.

When the green silk thread shot into the body, even if it was discovered, it was already too late.

As the figures suddenly fell to the ground from their suspension, the combined attack formation formed by dozens of ghost king monks immediately disintegrated the ice and disappeared into the ghost-eating mist.

From the time Qin Fengming took action until the time when Bihunsi showed off its power and imprisoned the ghost cultivators in their bodies, it only took a few breaths.

The thick black mist disappeared, and dozens of Ghost Lord monks disappeared on the spot.

"Friend Brown,

Those ghost king monks have been captured and killed by Qin, now we can let everyone in the Immortal Relics Land attack at will. "On the spot when his body was revealed, Qin Fengming did not want to attack the thousands of ghosts and handsome ghost cultivators in front of him, but directly spoke to Master Brown Tiger.

Master Brown Tiger did not know how Qin Fengming took action and captured and killed more than a dozen late-stage ghost king monks and dozens of ghost kings in an instant. But at this time, there was no Ghost Lord monk on the scene. This was an undisputed fact.

Facing such young monks, Master Brown Tiger could not calm down.

With a shout, dozens of Immortal Heritage Land Immortal King monks formed a combined attack formation on the outside. Under the leadership of the Immortal Lord monks, they quickly surrounded the remaining ghost cultivators. A tragic battle suddenly unfolded on the scene.

As a monk advances, fighting to the death is definitely one of the things that must be experienced.

Without the determination to risk death, the mentality of any monk will not be complete. There will be weaknesses that are not obvious at ordinary times. When advancing to a higher realm, they will encounter big trouble.

As for thousands of monks fighting in melee, the benefits that the monks derived from it are self-evident.

The monk and the ghost cultivator exchanged words. Qin Fengming's lips moved slightly. After transmitting the message, his body moved and shot towards the back. After a few flashes, he disappeared into the mountains in the distance.

Stopping in a valley, Qin Fengming entered a cave without any hesitation.

The cave here was originally the place where he lived temporarily.

Having captured dozens of ghost cultivators this time, he naturally wanted to make good use of them.

Master Brown Tiger once said before that after this wave of ghosts were killed, the soul disaster was not over yet. A second wave would appear in seven or eight months.

And from what the old ghost cultivator said, when the second wave appears, there will be hundreds of millions of ghosts appearing.

Although among those ghosts, there are still very few ghost cultivators in the realm of ghost commanders and ghost kings, but the combined attack of hundreds of millions of weak and mindless ghosts is not something that the monks of the Immortal Relics Land can resist.

Although Qin Fengming didn't know what the so-called soul sacrifice was, he was not stupid, and he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the original owner of the Xuanji Huanshui he obtained.

If it was to awaken that unknown powerful existence, then he naturally did not want this soul sacrifice to succeed.

If the owner of the small bowl wakes up or is attracted to the land of immortal relics, then he will definitely be slaughtered. Being able to hold that terrifying little bowl and obtain the Xuanji Huanshui that only exists in the Miluo Realm, such a person cannot be a mediocre person.

Qin Fengming, who had such thoughts, had naturally made up his mind to destroy this soul sacrifice no matter what.

Qin Fengming didn't have any ideas on how to stop it.

That is to use thunderbolt means to kill the person in charge of the ghost realm who is presiding over this soul sacrifice. As long as the presiding monk dies, even if there are hundreds of millions of ghosts causing trouble, there will never be any trouble.

Qin Fengming is not a reckless person. He naturally needs to know where the Yin Soul Realm is and what its strength is. Then it is possible to decide how to act.

If it is beyond his ability, he will naturally choose to arrange a retreat early.

A few hours later, although Qin Fengming's expression was a little heavy, it didn't show much abnormality.

After interrogating the ghost cultivators, it was found that although most of them were tough-minded and uncooperative, a few still revealed the truth under Qin Fengming's persuasion and threats.

The realm of ghosts is a space that is like a fairyland. The area inside is so huge that no one is said to have measured it. In that space, except for a part of the area that was shrouded in extremely thick mist and contained a large number of ghosts and ghosts, there was no Yin energy in other areas.

The ghosts in the realm of ghosts were born from a very strange place where mist spewed out.

Those ghosts are all weak and mindless ghosts, so no one knows where those ghosts come from, not even the gathered ghost cultivators in the realm of ghosts.

Just know that that place is extremely dangerous, and it will be impossible for those weak ghosts to enter it again after the rapid spewing out of the mist. As long as other ghosts get close to the place where the mist spews out, their bodies will be filled with the true soul breath contained in the mist.

Even if it is a gathering of ghost cultivators, no one has dared to enter it since ancient times to find out.

Regarding the place where the gloomy mist spewed, those ghost cultivators did not hide it from Qin Fengming. He asked more than a dozen of the late Ghost Lord cultivators, and all they said were the same.

Everyone naturally believed that even if there were any weird and wonderful treasures there, a human monk would never dare to get his hands on them.

The so-called speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

As soon as he heard about the location, Qin Fengming was greatly moved. A bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.