Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The old ghost cultivator did not start a fight with Qin Fengming here, but turned around and paddled away in one direction. The whole body did not shake, but the speed was extremely fast, and he was thousands of feet away in the blink of an eye.

Qin Fengming's body of magic surged, and his whole body flashed with colorful light, and he followed closely.

Stopping and standing still, the gathered monks followed, and the old ghost cultivator also showed caution in his eyes. He made seals with his hands, and black mist suddenly spewed out from his body.

He was cautious and suspicious by nature, and when he saw Qin Fengming following him with no sign of anything strange on his face, he naturally couldn't help but feel vigilant in his heart.

The ghost cultivator did not see Qin Fengming take action, and of course he would not know that Qin Fengming's methods were very restrained against the ghosts. Green light flashed in his eyes, a strange look flashed, and the mist rolled down his body, and the ghost suddenly disappeared on the spot. Cultivation of figure.

Being in this densely foggy place, Qin Fengming was already on alert.

The blue light flashed in his eyes, which had already shrouded the ghost cultivator in the mist. But what shocked him was that as the mist surrounding the ghost cultivator surged, the ghost cultivator suddenly disappeared inside.

However, under the gaze of Qin Fengming's divine consciousness and Lingqing's divine eyes, he did not even see the ghost cultivator's movement trajectory.

This is the first time Qin Fengming has encountered such a situation since he started cultivating immortality. It was as if the ghost cultivator suddenly turned into mist and dissipated in the mist.

Suddenly a thick fog suddenly appeared behind Qin Fengming, and the ghost cultivator's figure appeared out of thin air, making no sound.

As soon as it was revealed, a pair of sharp claws flashed with murderous green light, and they clawed at Qin Fengming's back and heart.

"Stab!~~" A rapid sound broke through the air, and Qin Fengming's body-protecting aura, under the ghost cultivator's sharp claws, was like a sharp blade cutting through the water, without any hindrance being revealed.

As the ghost cultivator moved his hands forward quickly, a smile appeared on the ghost cultivator's face.

But just when the smile on his face had not fully bloomed, a short and long blade wrapped in red light suddenly appeared in front of him.

The red light flashed and was attacking the young monk's hands with great force. A cold feeling appeared, and then he felt that his hands were empty, and the front of his arms had disappeared without a palm.

Above the empty arms, two palms that had been cultivated for tens of thousands of years were cut off instantly by red light.

"Hmph, trying to sneak attack on your young master is really a dream. Tsk!~~"

Amidst a cold snort, a light sneer suddenly entered Gui Xiu's ears.

Accompanied by a strange sound wave, a strange energy directly invaded the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness and ghost cultivation. The majestic power of the soul suddenly burst out. The originally calm sea of ​​ghost cultivation consciousness was like a sudden violent wind. Suddenly, huge waves began to surge into the sky.

The powerful soul of the ghost cultivator was swept away by the suddenly violent sea of ​​consciousness and was immediately stagnated.

The entire body suddenly lost any consciousness and was sluggish on the spot.

As soon as his body turned, just when the ghost cultivator had just woken up, several magic techniques had already invaded his body. The sea of ​​consciousness fell silent, and the sea of ​​​​alchemy then became as if it was solidified by some kind of substance, making it difficult to move at all.

"Ah! You...you..." Suddenly sensing such changes in his body, the old ghost cultivator standing on the stone ground finally became extremely frightened.

How could he have thought that in this land of ghost mist, even if he met a person in the middle stage of spiritual realm, he would be able to tangle with him and kill him with powerful means? Killing is not an accident.

However, when faced with a cultivator at the top of the Convergence Summit, his hands were cut off without even meeting him, and his body was imprisoned on the spot by the opponent.

If he hadn't personally experienced it, as a ghost cultivator who had survived for tens of thousands of years, he would never have believed what he saw in front of him.

What frightened him even more was that the majestic power of the soul invaded the sea of ​​consciousness just now. He clearly felt a soul energy that was much more powerful than his own soul that was in the middle stage of divine connection.

The former young monk, cultivator of the gods and ghosts actually felt a sense of fear in his heart.

He is cautious and suspicious by nature,

Generally never take risks. If he had not known that he would not be able to survive the ninety-five days of tribulation, he would never have come to break into the Wind Demon Tower based on his nature.

Although he fell into it, due to his chance, he actually retained a trace of his spiritual wisdom. Although it was not enough to restore his sanity, but with that ray of foundation and practicing in this mist that contained the aura of a real ghost, Spiritual wisdom slowly emerged, and finally he awakened.

It was also because of his cautious nature that he avoided the danger of being killed again and again in this space until the monks arrived.

But just when he thought he could see the light of day again, as long as he effortlessly killed two aggregation monks, he could wait for the teleportation to open, escape from this prison, and then let him roam freely in the vast sea and sky. The sudden change was difficult for him to accept.

"Huh, Qin said before that even if you don't tell Qin, Qin will find out the answer by himself."

The figure fell, and the old ghost cultivator who was sluggish and missing his hands appeared in front of him. Qin Fengming said lightly without any joy on his face.

Being able to capture and kill the spiritual cultivator, Qin Fengming had already made up his mind. But he had never thought that it would be such an easy thing.

When he thought about it, he would definitely have a big fight with the cultivator of the gods and ghosts.

But the old ghost cultivator wanted to die on his own. He actually wanted to use his strange body skills and powerful supernatural powers to sneak attack and kill him. In this way, it also plays into Qin Fengming's wish.

Physical attacks and close-range fights were the fight scenes that Qin Fengming wanted to see the most for Qin Fengming, who had experienced the strange aura of dragon bones.

Qin Fengming was naturally familiar with the methods of ghost cultivators, and knew that in this foggy place, it was difficult for the opponent's movements to be judged by common sense. Therefore, after entering the ninth floor, he directly sacrificed the Liuying Sword out of his body.

He did not ask to use this magic weapon to attack and kill those ghosts, but just let them protect himself.

At this time, the Liuying Sword, after being tempered by the Xuanguang Crystal Stone, was so sharp that Qin Fengming was confident that even his own body would be unable to withstand it. If the defensive shield offered by the aggregation cultivator could withstand the attack of the Liuying Sword, there is no telling.

The Flowing Fire Sword is extremely special and extremely sharp. It ignores the condensed light of the monk's protective body and can greatly restrain the physical defense. Without the ghost cultivator being unsuspecting, two ghost claws were cut off, which was really not that shocking.

As he spoke, Qin Fengming ignored the old ghost cultivator's shock and waved his hand out, taking him in front of him without any hesitation.

The right hand probed, and without any hesitation, it directly covered the ghost cultivator's head.

Without any hesitation, he directly used the secret soul-searching technique on the ghost cultivator in the realm of spiritual communication.

After a full cup of tea, Qin Fengming retracted his palm, and an extremely solemn look was already spread over his young face.

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