Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Of course, Qin Fengming's flight this time was not really to escape from the Tianfeng tribe, but he was still dodging within a thousand miles to prevent Si Rong from catching up.

Qin Fengming is not someone who gives up halfway. If he wants to leave with all his strength, even two Si Rongs will never be able to intercept him. But once he leaves, it will be difficult to preserve the Su and Jiang tribes.

Even if Ni Wenshan takes the responsibility, he will definitely be suppressed by Zhu Ting.

Maybe even Fairy Si Rong will burn her anger on the Su clan. After all, this battle was caused by the enmity between the Su clan and the Hu clan.

Ni Wenshan may be able to protect the Jiang clan, but for the Su clan, which has lost most of its members, he will not be able to protect the Su clan at all when Qin Fengming is far away.

By chasing like this, Qin Fengming was able to ensure that he would not be caught up by Si Rong for a short period of time, but Qin Fengming knew in his heart that if he wanted to win this battle, he could not just escape.

"Look where you are running away?" A loud shout rang out, and hundreds of sharp blades suddenly appeared, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred feet around Qin Fengming.

Enshrouded in the dense blade light, it was no longer possible for Qin Fengming to dodge at will. With his escape speed slower than that of the female cultivator, and being attacked by the opponent, Qin Fengming had no chance of escaping again.

The figure flashed, Qin Fengming dodged several blade lights, and his figure suddenly stagnated on the spot.

The figure flashed on the spot, and a strong fighting spirit suddenly surged from his chest. Qin Fengming has never been afraid of anyone at the same level. Even when he was in the realm of infant transformation, he was not really afraid of the Mahayana clones descending from the upper realm.

Since the female cultivator can withstand the harassment of the demonic mist, how can he, Qin Fengming, be afraid.

"If you don't want to run away, then stay here." Seeing Qin Fengming stop and turn around, a female cultivator's cold words rang out.

Along with the sound, there was also a howling sound that suddenly sounded in Qin Fengming's ears.

With the vigilance in his heart, Qin Fengming did not dare to be careless at all. The blue light in his eyes flashed and he looked ahead to where the wind roar came from. The purple-black sword in his hand was already driven away with all its strength.

Qin Fengming looked particularly hazy as his whole body was wrapped in a terrifying aura of chaos.

The aura of chaos was a very powerful aura when the heaven and earth first opened, and it was extremely corrosive. Qin Fengming really didn't know what kind of energy could resist the erosion of the aura of chaos.

The sound of wind howling suddenly started, and Qin Fengming felt a figure flash before his eyes, and Si Rong's figure had already shot past from the direction of the thorn.

For a moment, I saw Si Rong's hazy figure flashing everywhere around me.

Just when Qin Fengming was wary, not knowing whether to swing the Xuanzi Sword to strike, a sigh sounded in his ears: "You actually want to put yourself in danger, I'm afraid I will die with you this time." .”

The sigh came from Ruxue. It was obvious that Ruxue did not think Qin Fengming could withstand the erosion of the demonic mist.

Hearing Ruxue's sigh, Qin Fengming was suddenly startled.

"Quickly collect all the spirit beasts and spirit insects into the Taotie Universe Gui. Ruixue, if Qin really can't bear the invasion of the dark mist, take my body and leave immediately."

Qin Fengming suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart at this moment.

Just now, Ruixueyan said that as long as the demonic netherworld mist is around, any living being with intelligence will be corroded by the mist. I am afraid that even the spiritual beasts and insects in Xumi Cave may be affected.

In order to prevent this from happening, Qin Fengming immediately thought of a solution, which was to send all the spiritual beasts and insects into the Taotie Universe Gui.

If there is any treasure that can resist the erosion of the Demon Netherworld Mist, it must be the Taotie Qiankun Gui, which was once the Mihuang Xuanbao. Although it is a remnant treasure, it is definitely not something that can be invaded by any aura.

Just when Qin Fengming was ready, a cloud of cold mist that was not very dense suddenly appeared within a radius of several hundred feet around him.

The mist only stagnated slightly, and then it seemed like huge streams of water, rushing directly towards where Qin Fengming was standing.

It seems that the place where Qin Fengming stopped is a vent, and strong winds from all directions will flow into it.

Facing the sudden strong wind, Qin Fengming's face suddenly changed color. It was only at this moment that fear finally appeared in his heart.

Being in it, of course he could sense that the rapidly rising mist wind was caused by his own attraction.

It's as if the surrounding fog is a conscious and terrifying existence that can find life forms everywhere.

Faced with such a situation, no matter how determined Qin Fengming was, he couldn't help but feel cold all over his body. It’s no wonder that the Demonic Nether Fog can make the spirit of the Brutal Blood Frog flee quickly without daring to come into direct contact with a terrifying existence just by hearing its name.

Without any further hesitation, Qin Fengming immediately waved the purple-black sword in his hand.

Purple sword light, like purple lightning flashing rapidly into the void, suddenly appeared everywhere around him, protecting his whole body, making it difficult for water droplets to enter.

At this moment, Qin Fengming did not urge the Xuanzi Sword to slash at Si Rong, but treated it as an ordinary sword and used it directly with the Piaoliu Thirteen Styles of Swordsmanship.

He doesn't seek merit, but he seeks to be able to block the demonic mist around him.

"Hahaha, do you really think that object of chaos can stop the invasion of the demonic mist? You are really ignorant."

Seeing Qin Fengming actually using the Chaos Spiritual Treasure to cut through the rapidly gathering fog around him, Si Rong's sweet laughter suddenly sounded in the surrounding fog.

Just when the female cultivator laughed, Qin Fengming, who was exerting his sword skills with all his strength, suddenly lost his expression, and the Xuanzi sword that was dancing rapidly stopped in mid-air.

"This dark mist cannot be blocked and dispersed by magic power and chaotic aura."

Feeling the faint cold mist that Xuan Zijian could not dissipate rapidly gather outside his body, Qin Fengming's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help shouting urgently.

Qin Fengming clearly felt that the icy mist was gathering rapidly. Under the rapidly dancing Xuanzi Sword, there was not even a trace of obstruction and it was swept away, but it was like a mass of fundamental elements. The strange existence without any substance directly passed through the barrier of chaotic aura and sword light and touched him.

Before he could react, wisps of icy mist had already entered his body.

Such a strange and strange mist really exceeded Qin Fengming's imagination.

The mist suddenly entered the body, and Qin Fengming felt as if countless tiny nematodes suddenly entered the body, and then swarmed towards the sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter how he drives his mana and divine soul energy, even if he drives the jade soul silk and soul-devouring ghost fire, it will not cause the slightest obstruction to the slender and weird icy threads.

In an instant, Qin Fengming felt that the spirit in the sea of ​​​​consciousness was trembling with coldness, and a series of icy cold threads actually entered the spirit's body one after another.

After sensing this, no matter how bold Qin Fengming was, it was no longer possible to calm down his mood. A look of shock appeared on his face, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.