Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The black mist is so fast that even if the five cultivation levels have all reached the escape speed of the monks in the middle and late stages of the Demon Lord, they cannot be faster than the speed of the black mist.

Shouts of exclamation sounded on the spot one after another as the black mist quickly filled the air.

A majestic icy spirit aura permeated the air, and the five demon monks who had just confronted the young monks were all shrouded in the black mist that swept up.

Five monks, three in the middle stage of the Demon Lord, one in the late stage of the Demon Lord, and one at the peak of the Demon Lord.

A wave of monks with such strength, no matter where they are placed, can definitely be regarded as a wave of powerful existence.

Even if they encounter two demon lord peak cultivators, the strength of five people is enough to deal with them.

However, this time, in front of a mid-level Demon Lord monk, five powerful beings just guessed who the other party was. They lost their will to fight and quickly fled and started walking.

The five people's attempt to escape caught the attention of the young monk who was standing on the spot.

Seeing the five people fleeing without a fight, his heart was relieved, and a trace of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If the five people really work together and use their powerful attack powers, although the young monk is sure that he will not be in danger of death, it will take a lot of means to deal with it.

If this were to happen, it would be difficult for him to capture the five of them in one fell swoop.

The five powerful demon kings were swept away by the sudden expansion of the soul-eating demonic mist, but the young monk did not show too much joy.

While the hands were making secrets, a loud shout was heard.

A series of terrifying blades only as wide as a finger suddenly appeared in the magic mist, like slender fish swimming rapidly in the sea water.

These blades are covered with a layer of dense blue light.

The blade passed through quickly, and densely packed slender blue threads suddenly appeared in the dark magic mist. Silk threads flashed past rapidly, and an unspeakable cold and sharp aura suddenly filled the air.

The already extremely cold dark magic mist became even colder as countless sharp and cold blue threads swept across it rapidly.

As soon as the five monks were swept away by the mist, they immediately felt an unbearable coldness invading their bodies.

Before the panic was revealed, the sharp threads contained in the sharp aura had already swept around the five people, wrapping them up in an instant.

Three miserable screams sounded almost one after another.

Amid the screams, two huge roars suddenly resounded through the thick black magic mist.

Immediately afterwards, two strange mists of different colors suddenly shot out from the thick fog, turned into two escaping lights, wrapped around the two figures, and shot away.

"Hmph, it's so easy to leave." A loud shout rang out, and two waves of magic mist suddenly swept out, and then shot away with two rays of light.

The speed of these two mists was obviously two points faster than the sudden escape of light.

Suddenly, he felt the terrifying black magic mist coming quickly behind him. His face was already pale when he escaped from the light. After using some secret escape technique, the two monks who narrowly escaped from the magic mist suddenly turned sallow.

The two of them knew in their hearts that if they were involved in the black magic mist again, there would be only one possibility waiting for them, that is, they would die and there would be no possibility of survival.

Moze, that is a clone of the Epidemic Emperor.

He was originally cruel and ruthless, but this time he provoked such a murderous god. The two monks who escaped felt extremely regretful.

If they knew that this murderous god was visiting the Xin family, no matter how brave they were, they would not come.

Not to mention the fear of the reputation of the Epidemic Emperor, the magical method used by this clone to become the Epidemic Emperor was something they could not easily break.

Seeing that two waves of dark magic mist were about to sweep over their bodies again, the two monks who desperately escaped from the magic mist saw blood red in their eyes, clenched their teeth, and the magic formula surged up in their bodies again, and they were about to cast it again. That life-saving magical power that extremely consumes essence.

Although the two of them knew in their hearts that if they used their life-saving secrets one after another, they would have to stay in seclusion for a long time before they could recover.

But at the critical moment of life and death, the two of them could no longer think about it.

It is much more cost-effective to lose your essence than to lose your life.

However, just when the two of them were frightened, they quickly activated their magic power, stimulated the potential in their bodies, and each performed some strange secret technique, they suddenly discovered that the dark magic mist that was only ten feet away from them suddenly shot back. , returned to the rapidly surging mass of magic mist.

"I spared your lives today. Next time I encounter a demon, I will definitely kill you two completely."

A shout sounded, and the rapidly surging dark magic mist stopped on the spot and stopped moving forward.

The two monks who suddenly saw such a situation felt as if they had been granted amnesty. Each of them quickly harnessed the escape light and quickly went away without stopping, disappearing without a trace.

"Could this breath be the breath of the spiritual monk who was able to overcome the tribulation? This...how is this possible?"

Although the black magic mist stopped at the spot, it was not put away. The young monk shrouded in black mist looked at a strange jade medal in his hand with a gloomy expression and murmured in his mouth.

The jade tablet in his hand was very strange. There was a faint cyan mist surging on it, and an unidentifiable aura filled the air from the mist.

The young monk felt this aura and frowned sharply.

This young man was none other than Mo Ze, a monk from the Outer Demon Realm who had had two battles with Qin Fengming.

At this time, Moze really couldn't believe that the aura of the alien monk sealed in the jade tablet connected to his soul was showing such fluctuations at this moment.

He knew very well what this kind of fluctuation represented.

This undoubtedly shows that the monk from another world is going through the heavenly tribulation at the moment, and is still advancing to the heavenly tribulation.

Mo Ze was so convinced because he knew that it had only been a few hundred years since the alien monk had overcome the Demon Lord's Heavenly Tribulation. If it is a minor disaster, it will take thousands of years to come.

And if it is affected by someone else's tribulation, it will not cause the aura in the jade tablet to agitate at all.

In this situation, there is only one possibility, and that is that the person is going through the Xuanzun Heavenly Tribulation at this time.

Moze was shocked when he thought that in just a few hundred years, a spiritual monk could go from the early stage of Demon Lord to breaking through the bottleneck of Xuan Lord.

He has long wanted to leave the demon realm interface and enter the spiritual world.

But the spiritual monk with whom he had a breath connection was actually no ordinary being.

The two have fought against each other more than once. Whether it was when the opponent was going through the Demon King's Heavenly Tribulation or the Demon Lord's Heavenly Tribulation, Mo Ze had appeared and introduced the opponent into the God-killing Realm.

But both times, it ended with the spiritual monk gaining the upper hand.

Mo Ze originally wanted to wait until he advanced to the realm of Xuan Zun and the other party passed through the Xuan Ling Heavenly Tribulation, then introduce the other party into the God-killing Realm, and then end it with him.

In Moze's view, since he has already devoured one clone, he only needs to devour one more to reach the Xuan level. As for the spiritual monk, even if the resources on the interface are rich, it will be difficult to compare with his rapid advancement. But the current situation shocked Moze greatly.