Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

readx(); The battle between the two sides was as fast as lightning. From the time Qin Fengming was trapped in the illusion to the time he came out of the temple and broke out of the formation, it only took a dozen breaths.

He was able to escape from the powerful secret technique of a theosophical monk so quickly because of the power of the temple and the restraint effect of Qin Fengming's own spiritual eyes on the illusory formation.

If other aggregation cultivators were trapped in the illusory formation created by the Lingxue Magic Heaven Technique, whether they could break the formation or remain in a stalemate was another matter.

"Lingbao, I also have one, so you can experience it too." Facing the heavy pressure of the tall mountain peaks, Cui Zhenhai's expression remained calm, without showing the slightest hint of worry. Seeing that the mountain peak was blocked by his own secret technique, his expression relaxed and he spoke lightly.

In the sound of words, a ball of black light flashed on the spot, and a majestic energy was displayed.

As the vitality of heaven and earth gathered rapidly, a bell rang out instantly.

Of course, Qin Fengming knew a lot about Bingli Palace and knew that Bingli Palace had a chaotic spiritual treasure, the Hantian Bell. Although Hantian Bell is very low on the list of spiritual treasures, it can be classified as a chaotic spiritual treasure, so its power is naturally powerful.

At this time, Qin Fengming was shocked when he saw the majestic icy energy displayed and the sound of the bell ringing.

With his consciousness quickly locked on, the tension immediately eased.

This giant bell treasure flashed with huge power. Although the energy fluctuations were large, it did not reveal the slightest aura of chaos. It was obviously an imitation of the spiritual treasure.

"This is just an imitation spiritual treasure. It cannot scare Qin."

"To deal with a mere Convergence of yours, I need to sacrifice a real Chaos Spiritual Treasure. This Hantian Bell imitation is enough to defeat your imitation Spiritual Treasure."

Cui Zhenhai, as the ancestor of Bingli Palace, did not want to blindly fight for the kill like other old monsters. When facing Qin Fengming, although his anger was revealed, his words were not so fierce.

As his words rang out, a cloud of black light flashed up, and a huge black bell about ten feet in size was revealed. When the giant bell was revealed, a cold aura suddenly filled the air that was even two cents colder than what Cui Zhenhai's secret technique showed just now.

"Dang!~~" A bell rang loudly. Sound waves visible to the naked eye filled the air from the giant bell〖〖〖〖, m.◎.c↗om

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Sound waves permeate the air,

Wherever he passed, the air was frozen, as if frozen on the spot.

Cui Zhenhai did not pause at all. As the imitation spiritual treasure of the Hantian Bell was activated, his spiritual thoughts rushed out. With rapid movement of his fingers, the giant bell magic weapon disappeared with a whoosh. A surge of ice-cold aura suddenly appeared from a few dozen feet away from Qin Fengming.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!~~" A bell rang, suddenly resounding.

As the bell rang, a series of huge cyan sharp blades that were several feet in size suddenly appeared from the giant bell, flashed in the air, and with a swishing sound, they slashed towards Qin Fengming who was standing in the white mist.

Before the sharp blade reaches his body, a powerful force of imprisonment has already swept over him.

Seeing the sharp blades, Qin Fengming couldn't help but narrow his eyes. The power of the sharp blade transformed from this sound wave was so powerful that he thought it would be difficult to resist it with his current means.

Without any hesitation, Qin Fengming flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Although a powerful force of confinement emerged, it would not have the slightest impact on him under the white mist of the temple.

As his figure flashed and disappeared, a majestic mana spurted out of Qin Fengming's body and quickly poured into the huge mountain peak.

The white mist rolled rapidly, and the thick mist quickly gathered towards the place where the sharp blade was slashing.

Facing the imitation spirit treasure attack driven by a spiritual cultivator, Qin Fengming did not dare to be careless at all.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!~~" Amidst the huge banging sound, the tall mountain peaks tens of feet high suddenly began to shake violently. Qin Fengming, who appeared, could not help but feel horrified as he heard rapid honking sounds.

The tall temple that he relied on so much felt like it was about to escape his control.

With his hands clasping rapidly, the tall mountain peak that was shaking rapidly finally stabilized slightly.

There is no doubt that the temple is powerful, but Qin Fengming still cannot activate all the power of the temple at this time. Under this situation, under the powerful attack of a spiritual monk, the temple finally became unstable.

Upon seeing this scene, Qin Fengming's expression finally changed with shock. If even the temple couldn't protect him, then he would really be in an extremely dangerous situation.

With a move of his hand, a ball of emerald green flame flew out quickly, and when it spread out in the air, the sound of dragons, birds, and beasts roaring suddenly resounded.

Several huge figures flashed, and five figures flew out quickly, facing the sharp blades transformed by the giant bell. Suddenly, the shrill sounds of birds chirping and roaring of beasts resounded.

The soul-eating ghost fire is a trump card that Qin Fengming relies on.

But at this time, facing the imitation spirit treasure attack from a theosophical monk, the soul-devouring ghost fire he relied on was no longer so sharp. Except for the giant blue dragon and the fire raccoon beast, which can completely resist the opponent's slashes with their own tenacity, the sun bird, fire crow and miasma bird can't fully achieve their feats.

Under the attack of the cold sharp blades transformed by the sound waves, every time the three firebirds touched, they would be scattered and turned into pieces of fire that scattered in all directions.

But with the blessing of Qin Fengming's magic power regardless of the cost, the three firebirds were restored to their original state in an instant.

Although the soul-devouring ghost fire cannot completely resist the attack of Hantian Bell's imitation spirit treasure, with the obstruction of the soul-devouring ghost fire, the power of the sharp blade is greatly reduced when it cuts on the temple.

After this fight, Qin Fengming finally learned about the terrifying methods of the cultivator.

If it weren't for the soul-devouring ghost fire's powerful restraint effect on cold-type attacks, it would have been absolutely impossible to resist the opponent's imitation spiritual treasure attack if other secret techniques were used.

At this time, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel angry. The mana surged in his body, and his hands started to make secrets again. A red and blue sword blade several feet long was revealed, and he grabbed it in his hand.

As the long sword moved rapidly, the sword blades flashed out, and after being spread out in the air, they formed sword lotuses and quickly moved towards the huge Hantian Bell imitation spiritual treasure cover.

Of course, Xuanwei Qingyan Sword cannot resist the opponent's imitation spiritual treasure, but with the resistance of Duoduo Sword Lotus, it can naturally offset part of its power.

As the sword lotus was revealed, the soul-devouring ghost fire, prompted by Qin Fengming's spiritual thoughts, had already dodged away, spread out in the air, and flew towards Cui Zhenhai below who was leisurely watching the battle.

At this moment, Qin Fengming thought it was impossible to break Han Tian Zhong's imitation spirit treasure attack.

But as long as he can severely injure Cui Zhenhai, who is still shrouded under the tall mountain below, he can naturally win this battle.

"I'm really surprised that I still have the magic flame secret technique within me, but it's too simple to think that I can do whatever I want with the monsters transformed by the magic flame."

Seeing several demonic beasts transformed from demonic flames carrying various powers swooping towards him, Cui Zhenhai snorted coldly. He opened his mouth without moving his body, and a cold light flashed out.

The majestic energy of the world surged, and a huge ring magic weapon exuding a terrifying aura flashed on the spot. |