Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Fellow Daoist Qin has been in the colorful mist for seventeen days. There has been no sound in the mist, nor has there been any significant changes. Except for a slight dullness, nothing seems to have changed at all. I think that by this time, Fellow Daoist Qin has already If you fall into that terrifying artistic conception, you might even fall."

Looking at the place shrouded in colorful mist in the distance, Bai Chong finally spoke for the first time seventeen days after Qin Fengming entered the mist. However, he did not speak this time, but sent a message to the female cultivator beside him.

Seventeen days, although it seems like a long time. But for the monks who gathered together, it was just a matter of closing their eyes for a little while.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, you have entered this place before. Do you think that just seventeen days can make the sea of ​​consciousness in Qin's body dry up and his soul collapse?"

The female cultivator opened her eyes, but her expression did not change at all. She glanced at Bai Chong and said the same message.

"Well, of course, it is impossible to completely kill fellow Daoist Qin in more than ten days just by the weird aura. But if he is greedy and touches those mummies, he might be poisoned by the corpse poison mixed with the weird aura that exists in the mummies. Invasion of the body. As long as the corpse poison enters the body, it is difficult to say that even a spiritual cultivator can resist it for several days."

A bright light flashed in Bai Chong's eyes, and the words came out again.

"However, with the methods he showed when he defeated Ouyang Longhai, he might be able to withstand the corpse poison for a longer time. However, between the corpse poison and the strange aura that terrifyingly swallows the sea of ​​soul consciousness, forgive him. It's impossible to hold on for a month. Let's wait for another ten days and then do some reasoning."

Before the female cultivator could speak, Bai Chong's expression changed and his tone became slightly relaxed.

The female cultivator said nothing more, her beautiful eyes slowly closed, and she once again fell into meditation with her eyes closed.

Bai Chong glanced at the female cultivator, a vague meaning flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and closed his eyes again.

These two peak gathering monks seemed to have some intentions towards Qin Fengming, but they were not as peaceful as they appeared.

At this time, Qin Fengming was still standing upright, facing the tall stone monument that was very clear in front of him. There was no expression on his face, his eyes were empty, and there was no color to show.

The ancient scroll he held in his hand was originally a brown-red scroll. The colorful rays of light that appeared at this moment were even more dazzling. Some extremely mysterious and strange lines appeared in the colorful rays of light. With the dazzling rays of light, they seemed to break away from the surface of the scroll. meaning.

If someone saw Qin Fengming in such a state at this time, they would definitely think that he was just a statue holding a strange scroll in his hand.

Time continues, passing day by day.

In the colorful mist, there was still no sound. There seems to be no change in the fog state.

In the blink of an eye, a full month has passed since Qin Fengming entered the colorful mist.

In the tall cave, there was silence. Two female cultivators, a man and a woman, were meditating with their eyes closed on a rock. Deep in the cave, a cluster of colorful mist continued to surge slowly. Everything seemed extremely peaceful.

Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the colorful mist in the distance. The sound was dull and hazy at first, as if coming from deep in the throat.

But just between breaths, a clear cry containing majestic spiritual power rang out clearly.

The sound surged and reverberated back and forth in the tall cave.

As the sound became louder and louder, an extremely terrifying sound wave was transmitted from the sound. The colorful mist that originally gathered and never dispersed, under the raging impact of the sound waves, actually broke away from its confinement and began to spread towards the cave.

Amid the turbulence of the sound waves, the two Fusion monks opened their eyes for the first time. When they looked at each other, their eyes showed shock.

As the energy contained in the sound waves surged, the body-protecting auras of the two people suddenly became sharply distorted and deformed under the impact of the sound waves. The sound of the buzzing seemed to be shattered by the sound waves.

The expressions of the two people changed suddenly, and they quickly made secrets, and suddenly drove the spiritual power in their bodies with all their strength, and injected it into the body-protecting spiritual light outside their bodies.

"Ah, fellow Daoist Qin didn't have his consciousness melted by that weird devouring force, and he was actually able to drive his spiritual power to emit such terrifying sound wave effects."

Looking at the colorful mist spreading all around in the distance, Bai Chong, who had a stern look, his eyes flashed solemnly, and his words came out in a hurry. There was a hint of surprise in his words.

He had entered the colorful mist before and understood the words and spiritual patterns on the stone tablet thirty or forty feet away.

He was deeply aware of the colorful mist and the weird aura contained within it, and he was even more afraid of the unpreventable and terrifying aura in the stone tablet.

And he knew that once he really fell into that terrifying artistic conception, it would be too difficult to escape. Unless he could completely see through the hundreds or thousands of spiritual patterns in that artistic conception, he would have to fall into it. Turn into bones. Among the monks who fell into the colorful mist, there were many late-stage and peak cultivators.

If he hadn't prepared a powerful back-up move in advance and was far enough away from the stone tablet, he would have turned into a mummy and ended up stranded in the colorful mist.

Moreover, Bai Chong also knew that as long as he got close to the stone tablet seventy or eighty feet away, the alchemy sea in his body would be imprisoned, making it difficult to activate even a trace of mana.

But at this moment, the endless sound waves clearly contained majestic spiritual power.

Fairy Qianyue also had a look of horror on her beautiful face. As a person from Chiyan Mountain, she knew much more about this place than Baichong.

For thousands of years, neither the theosophical monks nor the Xuanling monks have allowed the colorful mist to spread all around. But now, this impossible thing has appeared in front of us.

Listening to the sounds coming from the mist, it was obvious that the young man who entered it was expressing the stagnation in his heart.

Looking at the colorful mist in the distance, the female cultivator felt increasingly puzzled and shocked by the young monk who could mobilize the magic power in his body and make the mist disperse.

The sound wave lasted for more than ten breaths before suddenly stopping.

As the sound waves disappeared, the colorful mist that originally filled the surrounding area returned to its original location. It seems that it was just bulging just now, but now it is recovered again.

Just when the colorful mist fell back, the mist suddenly rolled suddenly, and then the two sides parted, and a figure walked out of the mist unhurriedly.

"The two Taoist friends have been waiting for a long time, and Qin finally saw the faces of the two Taoist friends again. The stone tablet was really weird and terrifying, and Hao Xuan was imprisoned by it, unable to escape, and fell into it."

The figure shook, and Qin Fengming appeared in front of Fairy Qianyue and Bai Chong. Although his expression was calm, there was also a hint of fear. He looked back at the colorful mist behind him, and the fear in his eyes kept flashing.

"Fellow Taoist Bai really admires me. Fellow Taoist is perfectly fine. Could it be that in just one month, he has seen through the changes in the various mysterious spiritual patterns in the artistic conception, broken free from the confinement of the terrifying forbidden aura, and escaped from the trap soberly?" ?" Looking at Qin Fengming, Bai Chong's eyes flashed. Although the shock was gone, he still said solemnly.

Although Fairy Qianyue did not speak, her expression clearly showed that she wanted to know what Qin Fengming had experienced in the colorful mist.

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