Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Hmph, no matter whether you have passed through the heavenly tribulation of the Xuanzun Realm or not, since I have left seclusion, before the Qinggu Festival begins, go to the God-killing Realm and see who you are and how you can actually do it. Escape from Mo Ze."

The red-haired old man murmured, greatly surprised that the person who killed his clone did not fall into the hands of Mo Ze.

After thinking about it for a while, he quickly made a decision.

The Qinggu Festival will start soon, but he doesn't think it will take long for him to go to the God-killing Realm.

It would be enough time to kill the person who killed his clone, and then start preparing to enter Qinggu.

At the same time, the red-haired old man was extremely curious. When Sha Suo entered the God-killing Realm earlier, the murderer's realm was just the realm of the Demon King, who had to overcome the Demon Lord's heavenly tribulation. But in just less than five hundred years, he has already advanced to the peak of the Demon Lord, and is on the way to the realm of the Xuan Lord.

Such a rapid cultivation speed was beyond the red-haired old man's expectations.

He was shocked in his heart, but he wanted to capture the opponent, and then search for the soul to see if other interfaces could really advance the monks so quickly?

Looking at the jade token in his hand, the red-haired old man's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt.

He really didn't take it too seriously when dealing with the Yuan Shen of a person who had endured the Heavenly Tribulation of Xuan Zun.

The old man waved his hand, and suddenly several transmission notes appeared in front of him, and a whisper sounded from his mouth. As the fluorescence flashed, several transmission notes disappeared and shot out, disappearing without a trace.

After making arrangements, the red-haired old man regained his composure and began to perform the technique.

"The devil said that no one can survive today."

In a vast sea area with rolling waves and surging water, there was a place where energy was agitating for hundreds of miles, and several monks were fighting fiercely.

A cold word suddenly rumbled across the sea of ​​energy.

"Hmph, junior, don't talk nonsense. Your methods are not weak, but after all, you are only one person. If you still want to survive, stay away obediently. Brothers and I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, you will be like the rest of the Xin family today. , fell and died in this vast place.”

A cold snort sounded, tit for tat, without flinching at all.

"I really don't know whether to live or die. The devil is in a very bad mood right now. Since you don't know what is good for you, today the devil will use some means to capture your soul and sacrifice it for a while." The voice came again, full of violence. He wanted to extract the other person's soul and refine his soul when he opened his mouth.

As the words came out, a thick black mist suddenly spewed out, and an icy coldness immediately filled the place.

"Ah, brother, why is this magic mist so cold? And it also has such a confining power."

As soon as the mist appeared, among the people who were surrounding to attack one of the young monks, one of them suddenly felt a chill in his heart and shouted urgently.

What this person attacked was a long whip that turned into a strange python.

The long whip flashed, and as soon as it came into contact with the black mist, an unspeakable coldness suddenly imprisoned the huge monster python in it. No matter how much this monk, who has reached the middle stage of spiritual connection, urges him, he can no longer control it skillfully.

When he saw this scene, this monk could not help but be shocked.

The opponent was in the same realm as him, but the terrifying power displayed by this terrifying ice-cold magic mist was definitely not something he could easily resist.

"Brothers, this person's magical powers are extremely astonishing. If I am not mistaken, he should have the secret skills of the immortal world. We will quickly use our most powerful magical powers to kill him here to avoid long nights and dreams. Lots of branches.”

Suddenly seeing the mist showing such power, a middle-aged monk who was at the peak of spiritual enlightenment flashed with strange colors on his face, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he spoke urgently.

At this moment, he felt both fear and surprise in his heart.

Based on his knowledge, he could naturally see that the methods used by the young monks who were besieged at this moment were extraordinary, and they might be a powerful magical power passed down from the immortal world.

Magical powers in the Immortal Realm are extremely rare in the interface of the Demonic Realm.

If they could obtain a method of cultivating magical powers in the immortal world, for the brothers, it would definitely be several times more beneficial than the benefits gained from annihilating the Xin family.

The Demon Realm monks are already ferocious and aggressive, but now that they see a magical power from the Immortal Realm in front of them, the leader will not be afraid to stop. Instead, the mana in his body surges wildly, and his aura suddenly surges up.

Several other people were shocked when they suddenly heard the middle-aged man's words.

They are casual cultivators, and it is extremely difficult for them to encounter magical scrolls in the immortal world. Even if a fairy world secret technique scroll appears in the auction house, it will definitely be obtained by those families or sect forces.

Even for those sects that have secret techniques from the immortal world, not everyone in the sect can practice them.

Therefore, it is really difficult to meet someone who knows the secrets of the fairy world in such a huge demon realm.

At this moment, they saw that this young monk, who was only in the middle stage of the Demon Lord, actually displayed a powerful magical power of magic mist. Instead of being afraid to stay away, the monks surrounding him were all shocked.

"If you want the method of cultivating Mo's magical power, it depends on whether you have the means. Don't you want to see the full power of this magical power? Mo will do as you wish."

Faced with the siege of several monks whose cultivation level was no less than his own, and who were about to use their own powerful secret techniques to attack together, the trapped young monk did not show any trace of panic.

His expression was cold, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The whole body was filled with mist, and streams of thick black mist spewed out, quickly filling the surroundings. An icy aura that was several times colder than before suddenly swept out.

"Ah, you...you have the soul-devouring magic silk magical power. Are you the sixth avatar of the Anti-Epidemic Emperor, Demon Ze?"

Just as the young monk's mana was surging in his body and he was unleashing a series of mantras, the middle-aged monk who was headed suddenly shouted loudly, and his face showed a look of panic.

As a monk in the Demon Realm, and his cultivation has reached the realm of Demon Lord, he naturally has a lot of experience. After using a strange detection power, the middle-aged monk led by him suddenly saw blue silk threads invisible to the naked eye rapidly intersecting in the thick and gushing magic mist.

Suddenly seeing the blue thread, the middle-aged monk was shocked. Soon, the name of a powerful existence that made him tremble appeared in his mind.

At the same time, he suddenly woke up and knew the true identity of the young monk in front of him.

"Hmph, I realized I was afraid now. It's already too late." The young monk clasped his hands together and spoke in a cold tone. He had already used the last magic formula in his hand.

"Run away quickly, this attack is not something we can resist."

Upon hearing the young monk's confirmation, the middle-aged leader immediately shouted. Before the sound could be heard, he had already shot up with a flash of green light, using some powerful escape power.

The other monks were no less knowledgeable than the middle-aged monks. When they heard the name of the Soul-Eating Demon Thread, they were already frightened. Without any hesitation, they all swayed away and used their own escape techniques to escape.

"If you don't leave your life behind, you can escape and dream." The cold words sounded, and the already rapid black mist suddenly dispersed at a faster speed, doubling in size in an instant.