Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming is not stupid. Facing tens of millions of ghosts, with his current cultivation methods and the spiritual liquid in the small gourd on his body, he naturally does not have to worry too much about being trapped in the ghosts. But if a large number of ghost cultivators take action, then It will also be very dangerous.

He insisted on doing this this time, and he decided after thinking for a long time.

In the Realm of Shadow Souls, the Soul-Eating Beast once devoured hundreds of thousands of shadow souls, but its own state did not change at all and failed to advance again.

According to Qin Fengming's inference, there should be some kind of strange substance that nourishes the soul-eating beast in the body of the Yin Soul in the Yin Soul Realm. The soul-eating beast only absorbed that material and did not completely refine the soul.

As for what that substance was, he carefully searched the ghosts but could not figure it out.

No matter what, it is certain that those ghosts will be of great help to the soul-devouring beast.

Since it is no longer possible to enter the realm of ghosts at this time, Qin Fengming will certainly not miss the tens of millions of ghosts in front of him. Even if he takes some risks, he will definitely make a desperate move.

Qin Fengming has always been decisive and will do his best to do what he believes in.

Seeing the majestic red mist covering the sky and the sun dozens of miles away, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with blue light.

In the majestic red mist, he easily saw a layer of forbidden fluorescence flashing. In the fluorescent light, red mist swirled, and spirits were wandering in it.

Under the protection of the Wind Hidden Talisman, Qin Fengming was not worried about being discovered by the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of the Convergence that he had not discovered yet. The figure flashed, moving in sync with the huge red mist in the distance.

Master Brown Tiger said that every other day, the restriction would stagnate for a very short period of time. Qin Fengming naturally believed in this. The monks of the Land of Immortal Relics have been fighting with the ghost cultivators for three or four years. Master Brown Tiger has even ventured into it, so naturally he has already figured out the whereabouts of ghosts.

An hour later, a melodious and soft bell, carrying a strange power that made people lose their soul, suddenly rang out from the majestic red mist.

As the bells spread, the surging red mist that rolled forward suddenly stopped.

A burst of forbidden buzzing sound also came out from the mist, and the majestic red mist that stood still suddenly spewed out in all directions like a thick cloud.

The figures of ghost cultivators also flashed in the gushing red mist. But the countless ghosts did not wander around without a clue, but only loomed in the mist, not far away.

"Huh,

It seems that the restriction is something with drawbacks. It actually needs to stop running when replenishing energy. "With blue light flashing in his eyes, Qin Fengming couldn't help but whisper in a low voice.

Before the whispers disappeared, Qin Fengming's figure had disappeared on the spot.

Several pitiful cries rang out, and several ghost masters and cultivators who were guarding the surroundings suddenly felt a flash of breeze beside them. Before they could react, the life on their bodies had disappeared.

In each person's dantian, a bloody hole in the hand claw was revealed, and the soul baby inside had disappeared.

"Junior, you must be the one who destroyed that big formation in the Realm of Shadows. You didn't die in the hands of three powerful men, which is really surprising to me. But since you have entered these thousands of shadows, don't even think about it. Run away again.”

Just when Qin Fengming's body quickly disappeared into the red mist, the thick mist around him suddenly rolled up, and thousands of foundation-building ghosts suddenly appeared around him. At the same time, a cold voice also reached his ears.

"If you want to capture Qin, it's hard to do it with these ghosts and spirits."

Seeing the spirits surrounding him, Qin Fengming was certainly not afraid. With his hands shaking, dozens of puppets suddenly appeared, and with the urging of his spiritual thoughts, they immediately flew around.

Thousands of spirits, under the full force of dozens of puppets comparable to the realm of ghost kings, were instantly scattered on the spot.

But amid the surge of Yin Qi energy, most of the killed Yin Souls condensed their souls out again.

"Junior, you actually have such a puppet in your body. I really underestimate you. In this fog, no matter how many puppets there are, they can't even hope to withstand the continuous attacks of thousands of ghosts."

The voice was extremely erratic and was not near Qin Fengming. Even with Qin Fengming's ability, he was unable to locate the source of the voice within the thick red mist.

In this thick red mist, the spirit is not easily killed, which certainly does not surprise Qin Fengming.

As dozens of puppets shot around, mana surged in his body, and the ghost-eating mist spurted out, immediately covering an area of ​​several hundred feet around him.

The surrounding thick red mist was swept in by the surge of Ghost Devouring Mist, and with a slight crackling sound, it was swallowed up and melted by the Ghost Devouring Mist. And when those spirits entered the ghost-eating mist, they disappeared one after another with the same sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

To kill these ghosts and ghosts, Ghost Devouring Mist can be said to be the most suitable method. With its powerful devouring effect, it can be said that it will not reject any of these ghosts.

Those dozens of puppets did not go deep into the fog, but went straight towards the ghost cultivators who were invisible in the thick fog in Qin Fengming's consciousness.

If you want to break this great formation that besieges the ghosts, you only need to kill the monks who preside over the formation.

"Junior wants to break the formation and release these ghosts. You are really overestimating your capabilities. I would like to see if you have any means to kill those who preside over the formation."

Seeing dozens of puppets flying around, the old man immediately understood what Qin Fengming was thinking.

Not only did he make no move to stop him, but he also had the intention of testing Qin Fengming's methods.

Hearing what the other party said, Qin Fengming's heart moved slightly, but he did not stop. With the help of his spiritual thoughts, dozens of puppets flew towards dozens of monks who were invisible in the mist.

But before Qin Fengming could activate the puppets to attack, he saw those ghost cultivators showing ferocious expressions, and they quickly swooped towards dozens of puppets.

Just when Qin Fengming sent out his spiritual thoughts and the puppets waved their hands to launch their own attacks, a sudden burst of huge roars and loud noises resounded in front of the puppets.

The area within a radius of dozens of miles was suddenly filled with majestic and raging energy.

"Damn it, those are not real monks!"

Facing the huge roaring explosion, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed with blue light, and he had already discovered something wrong with it. Those seemingly invisible monks turned out to be objects transformed by the magic circle on its own.

With his thoughts turning, Qin Fengming already understood that the magic circle at this time was no longer the one that Master Brown Tiger and others had attacked before. Even if it is still the magic circle, its power has increased several times.

The reason for this is precisely because entering the Immortal Burial Land, in order not to be disturbed by the restrictions or other dangers in the Immortal Burial Land.

Divine thoughts were sent out quickly, and the puppet that was still not killed by the self-detonation quickly returned to Qin Fengming. Qin Fengming was speechless for a moment when he saw the more than thirty puppets with their stumps and broken arms exposed in front of him.

Just under the attack of the magic circle just now, half of the more than sixty puppets showing the aura of the transformed infant were destroyed by the explosion. At this time, except for the dozen puppets in the late stage of infant transformation, all others were damaged. If they were not refined again, their power would be greatly reduced.

"Hahaha, junior, since you entered this magic circle on your own, just stay here. The Soul Lake will certainly not reject the soul of a gathering monk."

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