Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

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Chapter 4061: Recruiting Ghosts

Qin Fengming's expression also changed slightly as he watched the long black snakes as thick as his fingers shoot out and instantly entangle the ghost in them.

He had been getting along with Fang Liang for quite some time, but he really didn't know much about Fang Liang's methods, except for the Chaotic Heaven Technique.

As for Fang Liang, who has the body of a monster, he naturally has some innate magical powers that are specially designed to deal with ghosts and ghosts.

Seeing the long black snakes containing majestic Yin energy entwined around the Yin Hun's body, blue light flashed in Qin Fengming's eyes.

Under the gaze of Lingqing, he still saw the true situation of Fang Liang's attack.

The volleys of spirit snakes were approaching the ghost, and the several attacks launched by the ghost did not seem to pose much of a threat to the long black snakes.

Those long black snakes were immediately chopped to pieces by Yinhun Sacrifice's several attacks.

But no matter how many sections it is cut into, as long as the black mist surges and rolls, the sections of the snake body will transform into a complete long snake again, still moving forward, winding towards each other.

Faced with such horrific means, Qin Fengming's heart sank.

If such an attack were directed at him, it would naturally be possible to defeat it with the Qing Yan Sword Jue's restraint effect on ghost attacks. But if it were other monks, they would really be a little restrained.

No wonder Fang Liang was able to defeat the cultivators at the pinnacle of spiritual communication by relying on his own strength. It turned out that the innate magical power of the demon body was so terrifyingly powerful.

As long snakes wrapped around Yin Hun's body, Qin Fengming relied on his spiritual power to see wisps of extremely small gray energy directly invading Yin Hun's body.

Even the gray mist contained in the undead aura that showed off its power just now was unable to resist the wisps of gray energy invading his body.

"Well, the power of confinement by Fang has completely invaded the body, and even a mysterious ghost can't break free. Now let's see if there is any undead thing in this ghost."

The black mist disappeared, and Fang Liang's figure flashed out. In a blink of an eye, the ghost standing on the stone ground appeared without any precautions. It seemed to be a stupid ghost approaching.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, it's better to be careful. The aura of the dead will eventually be harmful to your soul."

Qin Fengming frowned slightly and warned urgently.

The aura of the dead would have invaded his body silently if he hadn't been protected by the profound light of Huan Ji. Even if Fang Liang was a demon, he would probably be affected to some extent.

"Fellow Taoist underestimated Fang Mou too much. Since Fang Mou has imprisoned the ghost body, the undead aura in his body has naturally been completely imprisoned. Otherwise, how could Fang Mou collect the undead things in his body."

Fang Liang smiled slightly and said firmly.

After hearing what Fang Liang said, Qin Fengming didn't say anything anymore.

Fang Liang is not a reckless person. Since he knows that the aura of the dead exists in the body of the ghost in front of him, he will naturally be alert.

"Well, there is indeed a mass of necromantic energy in this ghost body. However, it is difficult to contain ordinary substances like this. But do you have a vessel with you that is not afraid of being corroded by poisonous substances?"

After drinking tea for a long time, Fang Liang opened his eyes and looked at Qin Fengming with a happy expression.

"A vessel that holds highly poisonous things? I can't think of ordinary things, but I have a magic weapon that can condense it into a ball and preserve it." After thinking quickly in his heart, Qin Fengming couldn't help but shook his head.

The strange thing that releases the aura of the undead, you don't need to think about it to know that it is not something that ordinary things can hold. Therefore, in order to be sure, Qin Fengming still thought of the Taotie Qiankun Gui.

As the words came out of his mouth, his hand was already waved out. After putting away the temple, the broken small bowl was also sacrificed.

The mana in the body surged, and the hands quickly formed the spells. Under the stimulation of the spells, a huge restriction wall appeared around the two of them. At the same time, a huge broken bowl was suspended above the two heads.

An illusory beast loomed above the giant bowl.

Fang Liang and Qin Fengming were naturally very relieved, so they sacrificed this remnant treasure without any hesitation.

Fang Liang did not hesitate and used the technique to draw a gray-white mist out of Yinhun's body.

As soon as the fog group left, before it could disperse, the huge virtual beast floating above the two people's heads had already let out a beast roar, opened its huge mouth, and a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared out of thin air, directly pulling the group of only fists away. Large and small gray-white mist balls were inhaled into the mouth of the giant beast.

"Well, even if this small round bead doesn't need to be refined with secret techniques, if it were fired directly onto the body of a monk, it would be difficult for him to resist it."

Qin Fengming waved his hand and took a picture of the huge broken bowl in front of him. He looked at the gray-white bead at the bottom of the giant bowl, which was only the size of a grain of rice. Qin Fengming was shocked and spoke urgently.

"It's really unimaginable that this remnant treasure from ancient times can compress the aura of the dead into such a state. The aura of the dead is inherently difficult to sense, which is enough to make people in the realm of gods unable to detect it. If the aura of the dead wraps around one's body, Presumably, even if there is a Xuan-level being, his soul will inevitably be damaged. And if such a concentrated object of the dead spirit is directly injected into the body, it is very possible to directly kill the Xuan-level being."

Seeing the extremely small gray-white bead, Fang Liang's eyes also showed surprise.

This kind of necromantic substance is an existence that directly corrodes the soul. It is not afraid of the monk's body-protecting aura defense, and even magic weapons cannot destroy it.

It can be said that when a monk encounters it, it is extremely difficult for his spiritual consciousness to sense that it is a dangerous existence.

If you really have a few beads condensed with the energy of the dead, as long as you can drive them, you can use them as a trump card.

This thing is very strange. If one does not have the supernatural power of the sprites, it would be difficult for a Mahayana person to take it out.

Fang Liang was actually just saying that such a strange thing cannot be activated at will.

"How to use this thing, I will study it later. Since there are really ghosts of undead things here, let's collect them here."

Qin Fengming nodded and quickly calmed down.

"Well, yes, it is extremely difficult to search for ghosts, but Fang can use the secret technique of eating ghosts to gather all the ghosts in the surrounding area. However, although the ghosts can be summoned, those ghosts may not obey my orders. In this way, We need fellow Taoists to put in a lot of effort."

The secret technique of eating ghosts can be said to be a secret technique specially tailored for Fang Liang.

He himself is the commander of the ghosts and ghosts, and with the blessing of the ghost ghost secret technique, it can be said that it is extremely difficult for the ghosts summoned to resist.

But the ghost here is not an ordinary existence. It can resist the attack of his own strange aura. This already shows that the ghost here is very different.

"We are moving a little bit, and we must not be greedy for too much. If we attract two mysterious beings to arrive, you and I will be in danger." At this time, Qin Fengming was still very vigilant, and there was no trace of relaxation. He looked at Fang Liang, He warned in a low voice.

Fang Liang nodded, naturally understanding in his heart.

After putting away the magic weapon, the two of them moved and flew away in one direction.

After flying two to thirty thousand miles, Qin Fengming placed his hand between his eyebrows, re-arranged the Four Elephant Sword Formation around him, and then waited for Fang Liang to perform a spell to seduce the surrounding ghosts to appear.