Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Liyang's eyes flashed slightly as he stared at Qin Fengming, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. (Glock Party novel)

He had seen Qin Fengming's skills and knew that the young man in front of him could not be treated as a cultivator at the pinnacle of spirituality. But in his opinion, no matter how powerful the young man is, he is still a monk in the realm of the gods.

There is a big difference between monks, and the energy of heaven and earth that can be mobilized is completely different.

For the same secret technique, the power exerted by the two is absolutely very different.

He did not believe that the young man in front of him would be so powerful that he could kill a powerful being in the middle stage of Xuanling with his own power.

At the same time, he knew that He Hongyi, who had signed a contract with him to become one with the immortal world, was originally a cautious and suspicious person. No matter who he fights with, he will first think of a way out before taking action.

His usual style is to stay away quickly when he sees something bad happening.

With his natural escape skills, even if he exists in the Mysterious Spirit Realm in Qianlong Bay, he cannot even think of being able to catch up.

Looking around, Liyang Zhenren was already convinced that the young man in front of him must carry a powerful being in the Xuanling realm, and he should be an existence in the middle stage of Xuanling or above.

If it were just those puppets in the middle stage of Xuanling, Liyang Zhenren would not believe that He Hongyi would be captured by the opponent.

He signed a special fairyland contract with He Hongyi. Although it does not mean that he will be fatally injured when one party dies, but if one party really dies, the other will be able to sense it immediately no matter how far away it is.

At this moment, there was nothing strange about Liyang Zhenren, so it was natural to be sure that He Hongyi had not died.

"Are you afraid? To tell you the truth, Qin is the only person here. If you want to fight Qin and kill Qin, then you and I will leave Qianlong Bay and go to the sea outside to fight. Qin I would like to see how powerful the late Xuanling being is."

Qin Fengming looked at the powerful Xuanling late-stage existence with deep eyes, without any hint of fear on his expression.

"Hmph, it's so easy to escape. I've already escaped once, but this time, you can't even think of escaping safely again." A cold snort sounded out, and a scorching light suddenly spread out from Liyang's whole body, and a ball of orange-red light filled the air. , suddenly wrapped around his body.

This is not the first time that Liyang Zhenren has dealt with Qin Fengming.

Naturally, he knew that the young monk in front of him had too many things to attack at once, so as soon as he came up, he used his defensive magical power.

This layer of orange-red light was not the first time Qin Fengming had seen Master Liyang use it.

When he was on the Chenhuang Palace Square, Liyang Zhenren had used it once.

After the fusion, Qing Yan's sword light touched this orange-red light group. It barely showed any power before being melted and resisted by the orange-red light group.

This thing is not an ordinary thing, but the poisonous sac of a mysterious dragon-shaped monster with Zhulong bloodline that Master Liyang cultivated using a special sacrificial method to create a supernatural power similar to Qin Fengming Huanji's mysterious light.

This kind of light group is extremely powerful and has extremely terrifying corrosive power on the five elements.

In addition, Liyang Zhenren added hundreds of various poisonous materials to it, and this light group, which he called the candle-eclipsed light, was powerful and terrifying.

With this protective magic light guard, Master Liyang can be sure that no matter what means the young monk in front of him uses, he will never be able to break through his protection.

The magic light suddenly appeared, and Liyang Zhenren's hands were already slapping out.

"Junior, today you will fall under my magical power of phantom sun."

A cold shout sounded, two silver fist shadows suddenly appeared, and a rumble of golden swords was heard. Like two thick silver lightnings, carrying heaven-shaking power, they suddenly shot towards Qin Fengming's body.

As soon as the silver fist flew out, it immediately expanded greatly, and the clanking sound became even louder.

In the wild flash of silver light, the two silver fist shadows suddenly transformed into a giant of tens of feet.

In an instant, like two scorching suns, they appeared above the vast mist-filled sea.

The scorching sun suddenly appeared, and an extremely hot and terrifying aura suddenly swept out.

In the aura, there are sharp blades that seem to be hidden in it.

Above the sea that had just been freezing cold, the water suddenly boiled violently like hot magma.

Within a radius of several hundred feet, the fog disappeared, and the void twisted, as if it wanted to burn the heaven and earth.

Liyang Zhenren is astute and knows that the young man in front of him has many tricks, including attacks that threaten Xuanling's late stage and peak existence. Therefore, as soon as he came up, he launched the powerful attack that he relied on most.

His mind is sharp and ruthless, which is not unrelated to his position.

You know, Yiyang Zhenren's true body did not sacrifice a clone of him.

There are other clones wandering in the spirit world at the moment. As long as one clone advances to the Mahayana, its main body will put away the other clones and cultivate the Mahayana clone with all its strength.

The more monk clones, the better.

The more advanced one's cultivation is, the more one can realize that some mysterious aura of heaven surrounding the monk will be separated by the clone.

And this kind of separation, the higher the cultivation level of the clone, the more separation there is.

What is that strange aura that is hard to touch and does not know what it is? Even the existence of Mahayana is difficult to explain, and there is no specific name to describe it.

But any Mahayana being will feel it.

It is precisely because of this that although any monk knows the benefits of avatars, not everyone who has truly reached the Mahayana practice avatars. At least not to practice Mahayana clones of the same level.

As the clone most likely to advance to the Mahayana, Liyang Zhenren naturally knows this.

Therefore, he is always cautious and considers everything carefully before doing anything rashly. But once he takes action, he goes all out.

Ever since he saw Qin Fengming's methods, he had regarded the young man in front of him as a person of the same level. Therefore, as soon as he made a move, he went all out and did not give Qin Fengming any chance.

"If you want to kill your young master, you can't do it without just taking action."

Qin Fengming did not show any fear when he suddenly saw the dignified late-stage Xuan Ling master, regardless of his status as his favorite, directly attack him as a mere cultivator of theosophy.

He snorted coldly, and the Xuanwei Qingying Sword that had been clenched in his hand had already danced away before the two silver fist shadows of Liyang Master appeared.

At the same time, two green lights flashed out, shooting out before the thick multicolored sword blades.

The green light flashed, and as soon as it flew away, it immediately expanded.

In an instant, two blue hurricanes with a thickness of twenty feet suddenly appeared. The hurricane was green, carrying a supreme power that could destroy the world. It was like a terrifying hurricane blowing from the netherworld, and it quickly swept towards the two. Boxing shadow.

The hurricane roared, and the aura contained in it made people's consciousness just touch it a little, and they felt the emergence of a sense of annihilation that would shock even the soul.

It was as if there was an extremely deep ghostland within the hurricane, which could make the monks involved in it fall to death, with their vitality extinguished and their souls shattered.

The Sun Devouring Talisman, from its name, is enough to know where its main power comes from.

A powerful existence that can swallow up all the essence and yang, how could its power be any worse.

Qin Fengming, who had sacrificed the Sun-Eating Talisman, did not stop. The long sword in his right hand danced rapidly, and hundreds of sword blades shot out. In an instant, a huge sword lotus made of dozens of sword blades appeared, overwhelming the sky. Like, shrouding the real person in Liyang and going away.