Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The appearance of the old man named Ding made everyone present slightly startled, but no one stopped him. Because the old man has the symbol of the Quefu tribe on his body.

Everyone had already seen the female cultivator who was in a coma, but no one knew who the female cultivator was. When I heard the old man exclaiming like this, I naturally understood the identity of the female cultivator. She should be a junior among the old man's clan and came to Black Pine City to take the test.

Seeing the old man named Ding appear in front of him, Qin Fengming felt relieved. Without stopping him, Fang Liang directly sent the female cultivator to the old man.

Seeing the female cultivator lying on her back and slowly flying towards him, the old man surnamed Ding looked nervous and hurriedly reached out to take the female cultivator into his hands.

Looking down at the female cultivator, the old man's expression changed again.

"Senior Qin, why did Ziruo become like this?" The old man said again, looking up at Qin Fengming, his expression showing anxiety.

"Qin doesn't know what happened to Miss Ding. However, the meridians in her body are very strange. I'm afraid she may be in danger of death. Fellow Daoist Ding, you'd better seek out the holy hands of your clan for treatment." Qin Fengming had a good time and was not worried about the powerful enemy. Huan Si, but there is something strange.

Hearing the words of the old man named Ding, he also spoke calmly.

Although he didn't know what happened to Ding Ziruo, the old man named Ding knew in his heart that the young monk in front of him did not lie to him, and the appearance of his junior at the moment was not caused by the young man in front of him.

"Brother Ding, get out of here quickly." Before the old man named Ding could say anything else, an acquaintance immediately reminded him.

Although the old man surnamed Ding felt a little reluctant to give up, he was only an aggregation monk and naturally could not influence the decisions of the spiritual monks in his clan. Looking at Qin Fengming, he reluctantly hugged the female cultivator and retreated with difficulty.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, if you don't give me, the Quefu Clan, an explanation today, never think of leaving Black Pine City. Even if you offend the Linghan Merchant Alliance, we, the Quefu Clan, will demand this explanation today. If you don't want to perish here, Jin advises Fellow Taoist, you'd better tell me what you did to the Tongtian Pillar and compensate me, the Quefu Clan."

Jin Shaotian looked gloomy, stared at Qin Fengming, and said in a deep voice.

He was quite wary of Qin Fengming and knew that the other party was not an easy person. Although he did not think that Qin Fengming could escape and ascend to heaven under the siege of so many Quefu monks, he also did not think that the other party would not be able to resist.

At this time, he was still able to feel confident, which made him always feel uneasy in his heart.

Someone had previously said that there was a thick prehistoric aura in Black Pine City, which shocked Jin Shaotian's heart.

Of course Jin Shaotian knew what the prehistoric aura represented.

Back when he was in the ruins of Jiyang Palace, he had felt some prehistoric aura permeating the air. But at that time, the three of them encountered trouble and were imprisoned by terrifying restrictions, so they could not move forward to watch.

Now, the prehistoric aura appeared again in Black Pine City, which suddenly connected him with the young man in front of him.

Mihuang Xuanbao exists, and it can protect a realm. Its power is so powerful that even the spiritual monks cannot resist it.

But he didn't believe that Qin Fengming could control a real Mihuang Xuanbao.

That kind of level treasure cannot be controlled by a mere spiritual cultivator. Even if it is a mysterious being, it is difficult to say whether it can drive a mysterious treasure to exist.

Therefore, this also made him highly doubtful that Qin Fengming had a mysterious treasure.

But since everyone in Black Pine City was swept away by the prehistoric aura and fainted,

As a monk from Black Pine City, he naturally wanted to verify this matter.

If this Tongtian Pillar really contains ancient things, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Quefu Clan.

"What? Do fellow Taoist Jin really intend to rely on the large number of people to make me and the other three surrender?" Looking at the Jin brothers and sisters, Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a terrifying and ferocious aura spewed out, a compelling force. The terrifying anger in his heart suddenly spread to the surroundings.

The aura was so forceful that all the cultivators present could not help but tremble in their hearts.

"Hmph, how can it be possible for three mere cultivators to rebel against the will of God? We, the Quefu Clan, will see how capable the three of you are and how capable we are of escaping from our Black Pine City." The old woman had lost her patience at this moment. He waved his palm out, ready to take action immediately.

This old woman did not participate in intercepting Qin Fengming, so she naturally did not see Qin Fengming and Fang Liang take action.

Although she had heard some from other monks, she did not think that the two of them could calmly deal with the situation when hundreds of monks gathered together to form a combined attack formation in Black Pine City.

"Qin has always said that I will not offend others unless they offend me. Now Qin is standing here. If anyone dares to attack Qin today, ten monks from your Quefu tribe will be killed on the spot. If you don't believe it, you You can give it a try." Qin Fengming's eyes showed a rare coldness, and the words in his mouth were even more bone-chilling. He looked at the people around him and shouted decisively.

His words were sonorous and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"Hmph, you are not ashamed of your words. A person who is just in the middle stage of theosophy dares to say such arrogant words in front of a magic formation composed of several theosophy monks and hundreds of aggregation monks. He really thinks that we, the Quefu Clan, are easy to bully. No? Su wants to see what means you have to dare to say such big words."

As soon as Qin Fengming finished speaking, a late-stage spiritual cultivator who came with the old woman immediately turned cold and flew out with a gloomy look, directly facing Qin Fengming.

Before anyone else could say anything else, they raised their hands, and suddenly a black mist suddenly appeared, turning into a hurricane and sweeping towards Qin Fengming.

The hurricane roared, and the terrifying wind roar was immediately transmitted.

Qin Fengming only felt a very sharp aura suddenly sweeping in along with the black mist. In the flash of blue light in his eyes, dense and countless sharp black flying needles that were several inches long were displayed in the sweeping black mist. Within the mist.

Each flying needle is dark and shiny, with a layer of fine black fluorescence shining on it.

Without touching it, Qin Fengming already knew that those flying needles contained terrifying poison.

"Okay, this counts as one blow."

Qin Fengming watched the fog sweep in, without showing any panic in his eyes. As he spoke cold words in his mouth, a thick mist spewed out from his body.

The thick mist instantly filled the area dozens of feet in front of him.

Under the stench that filled the air, the thick black mist immediately merged with the mist containing countless flying needles.

There was no sound at all, the wind howled, and the hurricane-like black mist immediately submerged into the thick mist. It was as if the thick mist opened a huge mouth on its own and swallowed the black mist directly.

"Ten Quefu tribe monks, explode!" At the moment when the black mist was swallowed up by the mist, a calm word came out of Qin Fengming's mouth.