Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Things changed too quickly and strangely. Even though it had become a piece of meat the size of a fist, it could still explode and attack like this. No matter who it was, it would definitely be shocked by what happened in front of them. ●⌒,

The Xuanwei Qingyan Sword attack launched by Qin Fengming was so powerful that even a Danying of a top monk would have no chance of surviving safely if it was enveloped by this attack.

When he thought about it, the body of a body that was killed by the ten thousand molten souls sacrificed by the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword, let alone a monk at the top of the aggregation, even a person in the realm of gods, would definitely be crushed into pieces and die on the spot. No.

It was precisely because of this that Qin Fengming put away all the magic weapons and stepped forward without much caution.

"Junior, let's see if you can escape from me this time." A strange voice suddenly sounded from the sticky blood that wrapped Qin Fengming, and the scene looked extremely strange.

As the smell of blood hit his face and the thick blood drenched his body, Qin Fengming felt a strange breath that went straight to his head and invaded his body. Passing through the skin outside the body, it directly invades the meridians throughout the body.

At the same time, a majestic force of ice and cold confinement flashed out in an instant, seeming to freeze his whole body instantly.

These two sensory attacks are not tangible objects. For the monks, even if they have corresponding means to restrain them, it is absolutely impossible to have any effect when the cultivation levels of the two sides are two small realms apart.

The old man's move to escape death was a powerful attack that was sure to hit him every time. Ever since he developed spiritual intelligence, he had never failed.

Almost as long as this secret technique is used, the opponent can be captured and killed on the spot.

"Huh, if you want to kill Qin with this, you may not be able to do so!" Just when a huge blood mass surged around Qin Fengming's body, seeming to freeze Qin Fengming on the spot, a low voice suddenly came from the blood wrapped in water. Qin Fengming sounded in his mouth.

Although the voice was gloomy, it did not reveal the slightest hint of panic.

As the voice sounded, a palm wrapped in green flames suddenly grabbed it in the direction of the old man's voice.

At the same time, a ball of green flame suddenly appeared around Qin Fengming.

"Demon Flame, you actually have such a powerful Demon Flame in your body. How is this possible? Even if you reach Xuanling and Mahayana cultivation in the spiritual world, and enter the land of immortal relics, you will never have such a powerful one again. Demonic flames. Otherwise, in the heavy sea, they would have been counterattacked by the demonic flames long ago."

The green magic flame suddenly appeared,

Amidst the exclamation, the thick blood surrounding Qin Fengming suddenly stung loudly like flying catkins encountering fierce flames, and then flashed with a dazzling red light, quickly flashing away into the distance.

The blood condensed, and the old man's figure reappeared in front of Qin Fengming.

"You are not a ghost cultivator. You are actually a soul condensed from one essence and blood. No wonder Qin couldn't kill you with one strike." Looking at the old man who was retreating quickly, Qin Fengming did not attack immediately, but his eyes were blue. The light flashed, and his face showed a look of thoughtfulness as he opened his mouth and said this.

The old man in front of him was actually different from those ghost cultivators in the Realm of Shadows. His body was not made from soul cultivation, but actually seemed to be transformed into a drop of blood. The body shape of that drop of essence and blood is only about an inch tall. Its facial features and limbs are visible, and its appearance is the same as that of an old man.

Although the essence and blood has taken shape, it can be easily seen from the small body that it is still a drop of essence and blood.

What puzzled Qin Fengming was that the transformed essence and blood looked so ordinary, as if it was just a drop of mortal blood, with no pure energy emitted from it.

But the essence and blood contained in the majestic energy around it seems to be extremely submissive and submissive to it.

As the old man's figure flashed onto the scene, the viscous essence and blood that wrapped around the blood droplet condensed instantly and gathered into the old man's body, and the transformed blood droplet also disappeared.

Although some of the spiritual world books he obtained contained descriptions of some strange events, he had never encountered them before. It is often said in the classics that everything in the world has life. Even a tree, a grass, a mountain or a stone can all produce spiritual wisdom through cultivation by chance.

Although there are many such descriptions in ancient books, Qin Fengming never thought that such a situation would occur.

Stubborn rocks are everywhere. Whether in the spiritual world or the human world, they are all things that have existed for countless millions of years. In the human world, I have never heard of a monk who was transformed from stubborn rocks or forest trees. There are also those spiritual herbs and spiritual materials that take form.

Both of them were talking to themselves, and neither of them answered the other's questions.

Qin Fengming's soul-eating ghost fire suddenly spurted out from his veins when the minced flesh turned into blood, and instantly enveloped his whole body. Qin Fengming stretched out his palm without hesitation and grabbed directly for the drop of transformed blood essence.

Faced with the terrifying power of the attack revealed by the ghost-devouring ghost fire, the old man barely hesitated at all, activated his magic formula, and fled quickly.

It seemed that Qin Fengming was able to neutralize the old man's fatal attack without any danger. However, if Qin Fengming was not vigilant and did not remove the dense ghost-eating ghost fire in his body, he would have been bullied by the old man at close range. Whether he will survive or not is also unknown.

You must know that the old man is not inferior to Qin Fengming in terms of magic power or soul power. If the opponent's secret technique attacks him without him noticing, no matter how powerful Qin Fengming's methods are, he will definitely not be able to resist the opponent's attack.

Looking at the old man, Qin Fengming's face became gloomy. He pointed out his finger, and suddenly a crisp sound of birdsong resounded. Under the cover of a group of emerald green light, a red bird only two feet in size appeared. In front of him.

The bird's body moved, and a ball of black and red flame suddenly appeared.

A majestic corrosive and poisonous aura spurted out, and the surrounding mist touched the black and red flames, and a slight stinging sound suddenly resounded.

In almost no time, the mist covering a hundred feet around Qin Fengming dissipated.

"Go!" Without stopping, Qin Fengming pointed his finger out, and the two-foot-long bird suddenly swayed and disappeared out of thin air.

"Not good!" Although the old man who had re-condensed had already known that Qin Fengming had demonic flames from the previous fight, he suddenly saw Qin Fengming's continuous use of a weapon wrapped in black-red flames containing powerful corrosive poison. The red bird suddenly appeared.

Facing the deadly poison that the little bird showed, even the old man Gathered was shocked in his heart.

Without even the slightest pause, his body moved slightly, and the old man's figure at the top quickly retreated away.

But his speed was never faster than Miasu Qinniao's rapid movement.

As the red light flashed, the bird, which was only two feet long, suddenly appeared in front of the old man. It moved forward as fast as lightning, and with a muffled sound, the bird directly hit the old man's body.

Under the burst of red light, one of the old man's arms was cut off from the shoulder by the Miasma Bird.

As the arm flew out, Qin Fengming's figure suddenly appeared on the spot. His huge claws flashed and he directly grabbed the arm in his hand. He turned his hand and disappeared without a trace.

No matter what hidden things were in the old man's blood, since the broken bowl was interested in the old man's blood, he would not waste it in vain.

Miasma Jiniao and Qin Fengming's cooperation is perfect. A bird in front quickly attacked and blocked the old man wrapped in red mist who could only escape quickly, but a person behind him kept collecting the loot.