Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

For Qin Fengming, his heart was filled with joy for this encounter with the old monster Miaoxie.

Because this time he took action, it was the first time in a real sense that he fought with others with the strength of the early stage of spiritual connection, and he was fighting with a real peak spiritual monk.

Although he had tried his skills before in Ten Thousand Stone Forest, they were only monsters of the same level. It is really difficult to test the extent of the power of his methods.

The man from the Winged Tribe in front of him is truly a person at the pinnacle of divine connection.

The attack just now gave Qin Fengming a rough understanding of the strength of this notorious Miaoxie old monster. Although the huge bird just now is not his trump card, it is definitely a secret technique that he values ​​​​very much.

This is equivalent to his own Qing Yan Sword Technique. As long as he sacrifices it, it will be enough for him to achieve a certain result.

From this point of view, his own Qing Yan Sword Technique can easily break the opponent's secret attack, which is enough to make Qin Fengming happy. This naturally shows that the Qing Yan Sword Technique that he uses most frequently is enough to compete with the powerful secret technique of a monk at the top of the spiritual realm.

A wave of attacks destroyed the huge monster bird, and Qin Fengming was naturally very happy.

"With your ability, can't you really tell whether a person is in the early stage of spiritual enlightenment?" Qin Fengming stood still, and when he saw that the thick mist did not sweep forward again, he had no way of taking action and replied. .

In the early stage of spiritual communication, it can be said that it is of no use to both parties in the struggle.

When monks fight, what they compete for is the strength of their means. There is really no need to tell clearly what level the other party is. The old man asked this question just to find a reason for his method to be broken.

When Qin Fengming spoke, his fingers were already pointed at the center of his eyebrows. The glow flashed, and a huge sword blade appeared in his hand.

Among the people of the Winged Clan, although there are many monks who do not know how to refine magic weapons. But this is not absolute. Some powerful people still have powerful weapons. It is also common among the Winged Clan to refining magic weapons as one's own destiny.

At this time, Qin Fengming casually sacrificed the object of his destiny. With the blessing of Huanxin Jue, he could be sure that the old monster Miaoxie would never know that he was not from the Winged Clan.

"Old man, now, it's time for you to try Qin's methods." Qin Fengming's words immediately resounded as he took the gift of his life.

As he spoke, the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword in his hand quickly appeared on the spot.

The sword light flashed, and the huge sword blades condensed light and emerged. Under the rapid movement in the air, they immediately gathered together to form huge sword lotuses, whistling rapidly, strangled towards the blue mist in front of them.

Qin Fengming certainly knew that the thick green mist in front of him was a secret technique of the demon clan.

The aura carried by the sword light of the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword can be said to have an extremely powerful purifying effect on the mist transformed by this secret technique.

As the huge sword lotuses flashed, the thick green mist covering a thousand feet in radius was cleared away almost instantly.

The land in front of him was empty, and the old man who was invisible in the thick fog had disappeared.

"Hmph, this junior's magic weapon is quite sharp. It broke through my secret technique in an instant. But the next blow will kill this junior." Just when Qin Fengming took action to clear the thick fog in a large area in front of him, A disembodied, perverse voice whose location was difficult to determine suddenly resounded around the body.

Upon hearing this sound, Qin Fengming immediately stopped holding the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword in his hand.

He has extremely rich fighting experience and knows that taking random shots at this moment has no value.

It was only Qin Fengming's first encounter with Old Monster Miaoxie, but he already knew in his heart that the word "Miaoxie" in Old Monster Miaoxie's name was definitely more than just a title. There must be a profound meaning in this.

Ever since the old monster was hiding in the main hall, it has already explained the problem.

This is the pinnacle of the Winged Clan's divine power, and his magical power of transformation and invisibility is definitely among the best.

Standing still, Qin Fengming was fully alert, and the silver spirit shield was already suspended on his back, protecting his figure. He has a long sword in his hand, ready to use it at any time.

Just when Qin Fengming became wary, a very strange wave suddenly appeared within a thousand feet around him.

This fluctuation is said to be strange, but Qin Fengming's powerful spiritual consciousness cannot see through the source of this fluctuation.

And although he sensed the space around the fluctuations, no matter how locked his consciousness was, it was difficult to sense the specific energy contained in the fluctuations. This feeling is somewhat similar to what I felt in the main hall.

Qin Fengming's sense of vigilance had just surged, and he suddenly felt that the void where he was seemed to be extremely distorted, and then the place around him immediately became illusory.

Looking around now, I saw that the mountains where the Wu family was previously had disappeared.

He actually seemed to be transported into a closed space.

Before he could make up his mind, eight illusory and flickering figures suddenly appeared in all directions around him without any warning, completely surrounding him.

Although the figure is illusory, it can still be seen clearly. His ordinary appearance, ordinary movements, and the object he held in his hand were all a spear that was several feet long with sharp light flashing.

Among these eight figures, it is difficult to tell which one is the real existence. It seems that the eight figures are all real, but it seems that none of them are real.

There was almost no pause. As soon as several figures appeared, they quickly attacked Qin Fengming's body from all directions. The spear in his hand flashed a cold light, and an extremely majestic energy was wrapped around it, which seemed to contain the ability to pierce the void.

Facing the eight figures and eight sharp spears coming rapidly from all directions, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed.

Before the sharp blade came, an extremely terrifying and majestic force of confinement of heaven and earth energy had already completely enveloped Qin Fengming on the spot. The feeling of stagnation before came to his body again.

Before the sharp gun blade touched his body, there were sharp stabbing sensations, accompanied by the terrifying power of confinement, which also acted on him at the same time.

If it weren't for the strength of the Qing Yan sword and shield he had re-sacrified, the sharp aura of the eight gun blades alone would have been enough to kill an early stage cultivator on the spot.

Facing such a scene, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly tightened. The object in the opponent's hand is obviously a natal magic weapon.

The opponent was a person at the pinnacle of divine power, and he struck with all his strength with the object of destiny in his hand. Its power was so powerful that Qin Fengming was not sure whether the object of destiny in his hand could resist it.

Of course, he didn't dare to really compete with the other party for this natal attack.

But at this time, if he wants to use other magic weapons to intercept, there is no time to rush. And even if allowed, Qin Fengming would not sacrifice six or seven powerful weapons at the same time.

Being able to sacrifice six or seven magic weapons at once in the Nightmare Moon Realm is absolutely unique. It's so unwise that Qin Fengming doesn't dare to try it casually.

Although his expression showed a solemn look, Qin Fengming's heart was still extremely calm. Because at this time, his spiritual thoughts had already locked a huge skeleton in it. As long as his spiritual thoughts move, the dragon bone that has saved his life several times will appear in his hand.

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