Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

() Seeing that the other party was only in his forties and already in the late stage of foundation building, Qin Fengming couldn't help but admire him secretly. For this book please visit...

Male monks generally rarely practice exercises with beauty-preserving effects. Although general exercises have the effect of delaying aging, the face will still gradually age as the age increases.

Opposite me, Huang Xiu looks like he is only about forty years old. His real age is not too high. He may not be a hundred years old yet. At such an age, he has advanced to the late stage of foundation building. This is in the world of immortal cultivation. Among them, he also belongs to the kind of person with excellent qualifications.

"Hmph, you're quite tough, kid. I'll ask you to kowtow and admit your mistake soon."

The black-clothed monk heard Qin Fengming's words, but said coldly, as if he was like fish on his chopping board.

Hearing the words of the monk surnamed Huang, the Chengdan monk who presided over the competition also frowned, but he knew his origins. Although the Xiao family was not afraid of the evil spirit master and apprentice, they did not want to cause trouble, so they did not No words were spoken.

Seeing that the two of them were ready, they waved their hands and the competition was about to begin.

Following the instructions of the old man Cheng Dan, the monk surnamed Huang quickly threw an object above his head and stretched it into the wind. Suddenly, it turned into a huge flag of two to three feet. The whole flag was extremely black and cold. The breath came out from the flag, which shocked Qin Fengming who was standing far away.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk opposite did not make any move, the monk surnamed Huang sneered several times and said coldly: "Boy, I will let you taste the power of my black demon flag."

As his spiritual thoughts moved, the huge flag trembled and shot towards Qin Fengming with a 'swish' sound. When it was twenty feet away, it suddenly stopped, and then the huge flag began to tremble.

As the flags trembled, a thick black magic mist rolled out from the flags and swept away in all directions. In just the blink of an eye, the thick black magic mist enveloped an area of ​​30 to 40 feet in radius. Go in.

Even Qin Fengming, who was standing far away, could not avoid it.

"Hehehe, boy, you are actually trapped by my black devil flag. No matter how powerful you are, you will still have difficulty escaping. Now if you kowtow and admit defeat, I can certainly spare your life, otherwise you will surely perish in this world. I am within the black demon flag."

Seeing that he had successfully dragged the opposite monk into his spiritual weapon, the monk surnamed Huang immediately laughed coldly. It seems that he is confident that with this treasure, he can defeat the opponent.

Just when Qin Fengming was wrapped in the opponent's black mist, Xiao Qinghao and others on the stands were anxious. Although Xiao Qinghao and his clan brothers did not pay much attention to this black flag, but as Chengdan monks They could see that this black flag was extremely powerful.

Its power is definitely higher than those ordinary top-level spiritual weapons.

But what puzzles the two is that the monk surnamed Wei obviously has many powerful talismans with him, but after several battles, he has never used them at all. If he had just sacrificed the talismans, he would have blocked the flag. Close.

But at this time, the two of them could only see the situation within the black mist ten feet deep, but it was difficult to know the situation of the monk surnamed Wei at this time.

Qin Fengming already knew when the other party sacrificed the flag that the spiritual weapon of the other party must be an evil thing, and this thing must also be his greatest support. At this point in the fight, when the opponent comes forward, he will definitely use his best skills in the hope of achieving success with one blow.

Regarding this, Qin Fengming did not panic at all. When the black magic mist enveloped his figure, he had already sacrificed three five-element defense talismans, and three colorful walls immediately appeared around his body, covering him up. Packages.

With this wall on the body, even if a top-level spiritual weapon is chopped on it, it will not be damaged at all.

Thousands of Xiao clan members who were watching the battle were holding their breath and staring closely at the high platform. The monk surnamed Wei has given them too many surprises, and I hope he will not disappoint them this time.

As the thick black fog enveloped the opponent, the monk surnamed Huang immediately laughed ferociously. He sent out his spiritual thoughts, and a sound of howling ghosts and wolves came out from the huge flags in the thick black fog.

When people listen to it, their body suddenly feels a chill.

With the sound of howling ghosts and flags shaking, a large number of demon souls appeared, hundreds or thousands in number. Each demon soul transformed into a human shape and surrounded Qin Fengming in waves. The sound of sobbing immediately filled the black magic mist.

Qin Fengming looked closely and immediately discovered that although most of these demon souls were living souls (that is, mortal souls), one-third of them were monk souls. Among these monk souls, dozens of them had already reached the level of They have reached the foundation building stage, and three of them have reached the peak of foundation building.

Instigated by the spiritual thoughts of the monk surnamed Huang, these souls immediately flew towards Qin Fengming with teeth and claws open, led by the three foundation-building peak demon souls.

Facing these souls, Qin Fengming not only frowned slightly, but with so many souls attacking together, even the Five Elements Defense Talisman could not stop them.

If this monk surnamed Huang met in other places, he would sacrifice the soul-eating beast without hesitation. These ghostly ghosts are a great complement to the soul-eating beast.

But sacrificing the soul-eating beast in front of a dozen old monsters who had transformed into infants would undoubtedly bring death to him. Qin Fengming would not do such an unwise move.

But in the face of these immortal demon souls, it was difficult for him to make a decision for a moment. After a moment of hesitation, he sacrificed the Yin-Yang Tower and let it float above his head, with the black and green lights shining brightly. , cold and hot flames spurted out. As long as those demon souls came close, they would be burned by the two-color flames.

Although it is difficult for the Yin-Yang Tower to defeat the opponent's spiritual weapon, it is enough to protect oneself for a while.

Seeing that the opponent sacrificed a top-level spiritual weapon that looked like a pagoda and successfully blocked the soul released by his own spiritual weapon, the monk surnamed Huang was not too anxious.

He knew very well that the demon soul transformed by his spiritual weapon was immortal within the thick black mist. As long as time passed, the opponent would definitely run out of mana, and he would not be able to help but kill him if he survived.

At this time, Qin Fengming already knew in his heart that the other party's spiritual weapon was a treasure like the Thousand Soul Flag described in "Yin Demon Art". All of them can absorb the souls of monks. The more souls stored in them, the more powerful they are. When they break through a certain limit, they can be advanced into magic weapons.

Judging from the number of ghosts that can be transformed at this time, it is less than a thousand, so the pressure it displays is only comparable to the top spiritual weapons.

Looking at the twenty or so demon souls floating motionless twenty or thirty feet away, Qin Fengming smiled secretly.

These floating demon souls are the souls of those who have built their foundations. It seems that even if it turns into a ghost, the law that strength is respected within it has not changed at all.