Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Hey, this is interesting. This puppet thing is not a physical entity, but a condensed ghost. This is the first time I have encountered such a method." Blue light flashed in his eyes, and Qin Fengming let out a cry of surprise.

Seeing the tall body in front of him suddenly collapse, Qin Fengming quickly recovered from the shock.

Just now, even with his clear eyes, he could not see through the reality of that huge thing. It was actually a gathering of ghosts. Such a method really surprised Qin Fengming.

The Yin Hun itself revealed the aura of divine soul energy, but on that tall body, Qin Fengming had not sensed the slightest concentration of divine soul energy before.

Such a strange situation is difficult to realize in Qin Fengming's understanding.

Even Fang Liang, who controls the ghosts and ghosts, absolutely does not have such means.

"Hmph, it's hard to attack Qin secretly." Qin Fengming thought in his heart, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and snorted coldly.

As soon as he started speaking, dozens of colorful sword lights shot out from the fingers of his hands.

Amidst the thick demonic mist rolling and surging, dozens of miserable screams followed by banging sounds immediately resounded.

The huge multi-colored sword blades shot out one after another, instantly shrouding the surging and rolling demonic mist in front of him. The sword blade fired, and a dark-colored bone spear flashed out from the magic mist. The spear blade condensed light and touched the colorful sword blades one after another.

What makes people stunned is that the black spear blade that looks extremely sharp and huge, and contains majestic power, only makes slight contact with the colorful sword blade, and all the black light flashes up. Then the condensed light was split in two like a giant tree being split open by a sharp blade.

The five-colored sword blade flashed across the dark spear blade, and struck directly at the ghostly bodies in the magic mist.

A howl sounded out, and the ghostly ghosts were instantly involved in the colorful swords.

The rays of light flickered, and the sword blade shot past. The dozens of ghostly ghosts who were previously invisible in the magic mist and seemed to be about to attack Qin Fengming at the pinnacle of spirituality were swept away by the sword light, and their miserable screams quickly faded away. .

"The little guy's skills are extraordinary. He can actually see through the hidden bodies of those ghosts. The skills and magical powers you practice seem to have a great restraint effect on ghosts and ghosts. The ghosts of the same level are actually under your attack. They were actually injured one after another.”

The voice sounded again, and this time there was some surprise in the words.

"What the seniors said is true. What the juniors have learned has some effect on ghosts and ghosts. If there are all ghosts and ghosts here, seniors should not release them. Otherwise, it is possible that they will be killed and killed by the juniors." Qin Fengming did not hide anything. , the words in his mouth were full of ridicule.

He had already judged that there might be a large number of ghosts and ghosts in Chenhuang Palace. When I saw it at this time, it turned out to be true.

If it were just some ghosts and ghosts, it would be very easy for Qin Fengming to deal with them.

As the words came out of his mouth, Liu Ying Sword flickered, submerged into his palm again, and disappeared without a trace.

"The existence of the Demon Lord Realm cannot hinder you, but can you resist the Xuan Lord Realm so easily?" the voice sounded, without any hint of urgency.

Just as the voice fell, a dark sword blade without any energy fluctuations suddenly flashed out from the thick magic mist behind Qin Fengming. Like a black lightning, it suddenly passed through the magic mist and disappeared silently in an instant. Appeared on Qin Fengming's back.

The black sword blade flashed without any fluctuation, and the narrow blade, which was only an inch wide, hit Qin Fengming's back.

The thick five-color body-protecting spiritual light, under the sharp thrust of the narrow sword blade, did not show any resistance at all, and was broken by the long and narrow sword blade of dark darkness.

But just when the dark sword blade flashed, a slight phoenix cry sounded from Qin Fengming's body, which was standing motionless. The figure wrapped in the colorful glow suddenly had a hint of illusion and distortion.

At the last moment, Qin Fengming still activated the Xuanfeng Aotian Technique and avoided the sharp thrust of the long and narrow sword.

The black sword blade flashed across Qin Fengming's body, and the sharp blade directly pierced his body. There was no sound at all, and a ball of colorful rays of light suddenly flashed up, and Qin Fengming's body wrapped in fluorescent light scattered like debris.

"In the early stage of Xuan Zun, the ghost soul has already condensed into a solid body." Qin Fengming's body flashed and appeared more than twenty feet away. He looked towards the monk who appeared, holding a black thin sword several feet long. , he frowned slightly and said coldly.

The person who appeared in front of him at this moment was a middle-aged monk with a cold face, without any emotion, like an icy statue.

Although his expression was cold, his eyes were shining brightly, showing a murderous and murderous light.

Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness was powerful, and he could tell at a glance that this middle-aged monk was a powerful ghost that had condensed into a solid body.

As he spoke, his expression suddenly became shocked.

Even if a ghost in the early stage of Xuanling has condensed into a physical body, it is logical that Qin Fengming would not be so shocked at this time.

But in front of him, the ghost in the early stage of Xuanling, which made a sneak attack and did not harm him at all, made Qin Fengming's eyes widen in shock.

What shocked Qin Fengming was not the cultivation level of the ghost in front of him, but the long sword in his hand.

The long sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, completely black in color, wrapped in a layer of green light, with no trace of energy fluctuations visible on it. The sword is narrow and long, only about an inch wide and four feet to seven inches long.

Such a long sword seems to be able to break as long as it is touched.

But when Qin Fengming saw this long sword, his heart suddenly agitated and he could not calm down for a while.

The long sword, which is long, thin, and cannot be retracted, is not a commonly used magic weapon among monks. When he saw the long sword used by the monk in front of him, he immediately thought of the sword blade used by the killer he had encountered in the dark sea of ​​Tianhong Realm.

The sword's blade is also slender and as thin as a cicada's wing, and its movement is also suitable for sneak attacks.

"Being able to dodge a deliberate attack by a Xuanzun, you really exceeded my expectations. I just don't know if you can completely pass the test. In front of you is a valley. You walk through it and leave the valley in front of you. Then you can get the Chenhuang Order, you only have one chance, if you fail once, you will completely fall into the Chenhuang Palace."

Just when Qin Fengming looked at the sword in the middle-aged hand and thought rapidly in his heart, that voice came from afar again.

The voice sounded, and the middle-aged monk with a cold expression standing in front of Qin Fengming swayed and disappeared into the thick magic mist.

"Have you walked through the valley in front of you? Okay, Qin will see what kind of attacks are revealed."

Looking at the surging demonic mist in front of him, which instantly revealed a valley with tall peaks on both sides, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed slightly and he spoke calmly.

After finishing his words, his figure already flashed, walking towards the valley ahead where trees stood tall and tall rocks were scattered.