Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

? Spiritual thought is an extremely mysterious aura emitted by the monk's original soul through the power of the divine soul. It is a higher-level existence than divine consciousness.

Whether it is driving spells in the body or controlling magic weapons and monsters, it requires the power of divine thoughts.

Divine thoughts can be invisible. Once they are sent out, they are not only difficult to detect, but also extremely difficult to block. But spiritual thoughts can also take shape and form powerful objects containing powerful spiritual power to attack.

This method of spiritual transformation can be said to be more difficult than the transformation of spiritual consciousness. Generally speaking, without the powerful spiritual thoughts of the gathered monks, it would be extremely difficult for the spiritual thoughts to materialize.

Divine thoughts themselves are the power of the soul, and if a powerful person cultivates some powerful magical powers, they can allow spiritual thoughts to stay outside the body, carry some kind of spiritual wisdom, and turn them into obsessive existences and in a specific environment to complete the task. Some of the last wishes of previous monks.

Qin Fengming has personally experienced this kind of spiritual thought.

When he was in the ghost world, the ancestor Daoyan of the Wuyan tribe he met had an obsession that stayed in that powerful restricting circle for thousands of years.

Yunmeng Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist with powerful psychedelic effects all year round. This is undoubtedly an extremely special environment.

Thinking of this, Qin Fengming's expression finally changed in shock, and as he spoke, fear grew in his heart.

Following Qin Fengming's words, everyone present also looked frightened.

The existence of Mahayana spiritual thoughts is equivalent to a Mahayana monk floating in Yunmeng Mountain. Just thinking about a Mahayana monk made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

As Qin Fengming said, it can be said that it is easy and effortless to kill everyone with the Mahayana spiritual thoughts that remain.

With their faces changed in shock, everyone, including Qin Fengming, looked quickly at the tall statue in the valley in almost no particular order, with dignified inquiry flashing in their eyes.

If you don't look at it, at first glance, everyone's backs will suddenly feel cold.

The tall statue that was dozens of feet tall and could be easily seen clearly was now enveloped in a layer of colorful rays of light. Under the flash of fluorescence, it was difficult for everyone to see clearly.

It was as if the huge statue already knew what everyone was thinking and deliberately didn't want everyone to find out.

Faced with such a strange situation, Qin Fengming and others felt their hearts tremble for a moment.

But just when Qin Fengming's expression changed slightly, he was suddenly shocked again. A sense of vigilance suddenly arose in my heart.

"Hoo!" A slight sound that broke through the air suddenly sounded from the air when everyone was looking at the statue in the valley in the distance with fear in their hearts.

Upon hearing this sound, Qin Fengming immediately raised his head and looked into the sky.

A graceful figure suddenly appeared in the sky a hundred feet high and fell rapidly.

"Hey, how could it be her?" In the blink of an eye, Qin Fengming's eyes were fixed on the figure that was falling rapidly, and he couldn't help but look at it. When he saw it, his heart suddenly moved.

"Fellow Taoists, step aside!" As soon as he saw the figure falling from the sky, Qin Fengming's urgent words resounded on the spot. With a flash of his body, he had already used the Biyun Lost Movement Technique, and ejected towards the side of the crowd.

A phantom flashed on the spot, and its speed was no slower than the rapid escape technique of a Chengdan monk.

As he spoke quickly, a man and a beast landed from the air dozens of feet away from the crowd with a soft sound. Standing still, a graceful girl appeared on the scene.

"Ah, it's you, a junior?"

As soon as the girl's figure came to a standstill, before she could take a closer look around her, an illusory figure appeared in front of her. As her eyes quickly glanced around, a cry of anger suddenly echoed across the scene.

Following the girl's tender cry, Qin Fengming appeared in front of him, holding a sword in his right hand and suddenly struck the girl's neck.

At this time, Qin Fengming had no mana left in his body, and even the power of his soul had been imprisoned in the sea of ​​consciousness by that weird aura, unable to expel any force from his body.

However, Qin Fengming's inner strength, which he had practiced since he was a child in the secular martial arts world, was not missing and could still be driven at will.

As the internal force in Qin Fengming's body circulated, his arm suddenly became as hard as iron. The wind roared in his palm, and a howling sound resounded. A sharp aura suddenly emerged from the palm of his right hand.

Qin Fengming's physical body was forged by taking Bai Ningxiang and body-training techniques. At this time, even without the blessing of magic power, he could still break a stone with just a pair of fleshy palms.

This time, when he used his palm martial arts, he was blessed by his own internal power. Although it could not be compared with when the magic power was in his body, if he slashed at the body of an ordinary monk, his bones could still be broken and his tendons broken.

When he slashed out with his right palm, his left hand solidified into a fist and struck directly at the heart of the female cultivator in front of him.

If the female cultivator in front of him was an ordinary cultivator, of course he wouldn't need to use such a method. He might just need to step forward and reach out to confine the opponent's acupoints. But even Qin Fengming didn't dare to be careless about the female cultivator he was facing at this time.

This female cultivator who suddenly fell from above is no ordinary cultivator.

Although Qin Fengming only glanced at it, a man with a graceful body covered in flesh and blood immediately appeared in front of him. She was none other than Sikong Yining, the princess of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley whom she had met once at the Tang Family in the Wanling Mountains.

Suddenly seeing this Princess of Ten Thousand Demons Valley, he was also shocked.

When he first entered the huge environment, he had heard a female cultivator exclaiming, and he had also seen the figure of a female cultivator. Now that he thought about it, he was sure that it was this female cultivator.

Sikong Yining is not an ordinary female cultivator, she is a powerful demon cultivator with the blood of the demon clan. Although she is in this strange place at this time, she has not turned into a demon body due to the confinement of her own magic power, but her body is very tough. Even Qin Fengming didn't dare to take it lightly.

Moreover, the two of them did not have a friendly relationship. Qin Fengming had already wanted to capture this female cultivator.

Although he cannot be killed, if he must be imprisoned by means of methods, then even the master of all demons, the divine demon cultivator, will have to be wary of him.

Suddenly, Qin Fengming appeared beside him, and the wind from his palm struck straight at him like a knife. Amidst the exclamations of the female cultivator who suddenly appeared, panic flashed across her ugly face.

But she was a very human being after all. Her delicate body suddenly twisted up and her figure suddenly leaned back behind her.

Her movements were incredible, as if her waist had no bones and was completely limp.

The two blows that Qin Fengming was determined to win unexpectedly failed at the same time.

"Hmph, if you want to capture this fairy, you are worthy of it." With a grunt, Fairy Sikong, who was leaning back quickly, suddenly kicked out a lightning bolt with one of her embroidered feet, and struck Qin Fengming in the face.

The speed is two points faster than Qin Fengming. With a flash of his embroidered feet, he arrived at the door facing Qin Fengming, who was approaching.

Ren Qin Fengming, who had always been cautious, had no chance of evading the opponent's attack.

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