Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

With solemn eyes, the expression of the old man surnamed Shi suddenly lost his previous indifferent expression.

With his hands clasped together, several curses were shot into the dense fog ahead. A burst of shrill ghostly howls suddenly began, and the mysterious master-level ghosts in the mysterious realm who had never made a move suddenly began to howl loudly. Three of them even leapt out, carrying more than a dozen ghost master-level ghosts in the realm of the gods, and rushed forward.

Since ghost master-level ghosts cannot kill the young people on the opposite side, there will naturally be no problems if the three mysterious master-level ghosts, which are equivalent to the monks in the realm of mysterious spirits, take action.

The old man stared at the two huge clouds of mist that were rolling in front of him and seemed to be devouring each other, with a sharp light in his eyes.

The psychic young man in front of him seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Although those ghosts were things that had been sacrificed by the old man, he could not directly control them with the power of his spiritual thoughts like Fang Liang. The old man was able to control thousands of ghosts by relying on a kind of ghost magic power he had practiced. He used special spells in the magic power to let those ghosts who had no intelligence and only knew how to kill use their instinct to attack. set objectives.

This method of driving the ghost to attack naturally cannot be compared with being able to directly control the ghost to attack.

It is precisely because the old man cannot have direct soul contact with the ghosts in the fog, which naturally prevents him from knowing the specific status of the many ghosts in the thick fog at this moment.

In the mist at this moment, Fang Liang and Jin Yan were in separate places, capturing the trembling ghosts, or using the strange mist to directly devour the source of the ghosts.

On the other side, two tall, hill-like giant puppets worked together to force the ghosts who tried to escape back to Fang Liang and Jin Yan.

Qin Fengming and the second soul did not stop at this moment. Instead, they stood on a lotus platform. Under the protection of a forbidden wall, they each used spells to capture the souls of the gods in front of them, and then imprisoned them. , sent directly to the Sumeru space and handed over to the second Dan Ying for processing.

He never expected this time that this old man in the late stage of Xuanling, whose hidden magical powers were beyond imagination, would abandon his own powerful magical powers, secret techniques and magic weapons, and instead release numerous ghosts and ghosts.

Facing thousands of ghosts, other monks might be horrified and suddenly lose their will to resist.

However, for Qin Fengming, the joy in his heart when he saw so many ghosts appeared was even greater than when he suddenly saw a large number of spiritual herbs that were hundreds of thousands of years old.

No matter how precious the spiritual grass is, Qin Fengming can't use it at this moment.

But there are a lot of ghosts and ghosts, but they are what he needs urgently at this moment.

Whether it is Fang Liang or Jin Yan, they both need countless powerful ghosts. And for him to practice the magical power of Life Soul Silk, he also needs a lot of Yin Soul Source.

Even He Xuan, who is currently refining the bones of evil corpses, needs the soul source to replenish his own soul infant energy.

When encountering such a good thing, Qin Fengming and Fang Liang would not miss it, so they tried their best to integrate this rare luck.

"Impossible. How could you, a person at the top of the first-level spiritual realm, be able to survive for so long under the attack of three mysterious master ghosts and dozens of ghost master ghosts?"

Seeing that after the three mysterious master-level ghosts joined the fight, the young monk's extremely corrosive mist did not show any abnormality at all. The eyes of the old man surnamed Shi suddenly widened, and a shout immediately sounded from his mouth.

Three Xuanling-level ghosts, in this mist, can be said to be able to overwhelm an early Xuan-level monk.

However, the person opposite him who was at the peak of his spiritual power was still able to maintain a stalemate. How could this not make the old man surnamed Shi doubtful?

"Do you have any powerful magic circle that can be activated out of thin air?" Suddenly, the old man surnamed Shi thought of a possibility and said urgently.

Back when he was in Miwanghai, Qin Fengming had boarded the damaged Flying Eagle Boat and assisted a powerful Xuanling master from the Flying Eagle Palace to repair the damaged restriction circle of the Flying Eagle Boat.

At this moment, seeing that three mysterious masters, hundreds of ghost masters, and thousands of ghost king ghosts were unable to kill Qin Fengming, the old man immediately thought of the powerful magic circle.

Only a powerful magic circle could allow him to explain clearly what he saw in front of him.

"Hmph, even if you have a powerful magic circle, can you still withstand the combined attacks of dozens of mysterious masters, hundreds of ghost masters and thousands of ghost kings' ghosts?" The old man said bitterly, and he had already fired the magic formula in his hand.

The mist in front of him suddenly rolled up, and howls came out one after another. Horrible ghosts appeared ferociously in the mist, and they flew towards the even bigger mist in front of them like one after another.

The old man surnamed Shi himself did not believe that with so many powerful ghosts, even a monk at the pinnacle of spiritual realm could not break through the magic circle.

His hands danced rapidly, and a series of spells shot out, quickly disappearing into the mist.

But what shocked the old man surnamed Shi was that after nearly ten thousand ghosts completely entered the opponent's extremely corrosive and toxic mist, although the mist was more violent than before, the fight never stopped.

As time passed slowly, the terrifying ghost roars gradually became weaker.

Seeing such a situation, the expression of the old man surnamed Shi became extremely gloomy, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know why for a moment.

Although the opponent's Yin Mist was extremely extraordinary, it was not yet in the eyes of the old man. The Yin Mist he used was powerful enough to restrain the opponent's Yin Mist.

But at this moment, he really didn't know what kind of methods the other party used, and he actually resisted the joint attack of more than a dozen Xuan-level ghosts. If the opponent's magic circle can do this so easily, then its power will definitely be enough to fight against the late and peak Xuan level.

However, it is really difficult for such a powerful array to achieve such power if it only relies on one array disk.

Puzzled in his heart, the old man surnamed Shi suddenly changed his mind and immediately made a hand gesture with both hands, intending to take back thousands of ghosts.

But what made his expression suddenly change was that after he performed the curse, the thousands of ghosts that were supposed to swarm back did not rush back to him as usual after he performed the curse.

It was as if the ghost suddenly lost control of the spell.

"Ah, not good!" An exclamation suddenly came from the mouth of the old man named Shi.

As he spoke, his hands quickly waved out, and a ball of gray-white mist suddenly appeared in front of him.

The air mass rotates rapidly, and the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth quickly gathers.

In just an instant, a solid gray-white ball appeared in the middle of his hands.

Without any hesitation, he pushed hard with both hands, and a solid ball containing terrifying vitality shot out, flying directly towards the thick mist thousands of feet away.

Amidst the rapid sound of breaking through the air, a dark space crack suddenly appeared.

The ball fired, and the terrifying icy breath immediately filled the air. The surrounding wind suddenly made a thin crackling sound, as if the dark wind in the cave was instantly frozen by the ice.

"Hmph, you really didn't succeed in killing Qin." A shout suddenly resounded at the same time as the old man sacrificed the ball.

As the words came out, the thick mist that was already rapidly swelling suddenly became more violent.

Huge sword blades of dazzling colors suddenly appeared. The sword blades were wrapped in colorful rays of light and slashed forward. Wherever they passed, the void became distorted and deformed.