Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

As Zihao let out a low shout, the red mist that had been surging continuously and had not diminished at all under Qin Fengming's powerful attack suddenly surged up.

Under the sudden surge of mist, Qin Fengming's rapidly moving figure immediately stopped on the spot.

He put his hands behind his back, and there was no strange look on his expression. It seemed that he had been mentally prepared for the change in the fog around Zihao in front of him.

Qin Fengming used the Sky-Splitting Dragon's fingerprints from beginning to end in this attack. For him, of course, not only this attack method can threaten Zihao, but he needs to be familiar with the magical power of dragon fingerprints.

Practice makes perfect, and this applies to any skill or magical power.

Although the Sky-Splitting Dragon Fingerprint is an Immortal Talisman Technique, it naturally consumes a lot of mana and soul energy. But what Qin Fengming used was only the most basic first level of magic.

If it were other monks, the consumption of the first layer of magical power by using the Sky-Splitting Dragon Fingerprint in this way would naturally be quite large, but for Qin Fengming, this consumption is really nothing.

As the dragon fingerprints were sacrificed one after another, Qin Fengming's understanding of the Sky-Splitting Dragon fingerprints became more and more refined.

Just imagine a monk who would use a magical power hundreds or thousands of times in a period of time without end.

Even if someone has this intention, it is absolutely impossible for him to sacrifice his magic power one after another without any concern like Qin Fengming. It can be said that apart from Qin Fengming, it is really hard to say who can do this kind of situation.

By continuing to use the technique, Qin Fengming had of course already known that the dragon fingerprint alone could not harm Zihao at all.

Now that Zihao is willing to fight head-on, Qin Fengming is also very happy.

Seeing Zihao's figure reappear, Qin Fengming's brows suddenly wrinkled rapidly.

At this moment, Zihao's appearance, suspended in mid-air, has changed. His previous middle-aged appearance disappeared and was replaced by a young face.

His face is so young that he seems to be several years younger than Qin Fengming.

At this time, Zihao not only looked younger, but also looked much more handsome than before.

If Qin Fengming hadn't been besieging him and was sure that he wouldn't be able to escape, he would have thought that the person in front of him had been replaced by another monk. Looking at Zihao in front of him, Qin Fengming frowned and was speechless for a moment. He really couldn't tell what was going on.

Qin Fengming's heart was even more shocked as his spiritual consciousness scanned the people in Qingbo in the distance. He suddenly discovered that the expressions of everyone in Qingbo at this time were even more surprised than him.

Zihao, who was floating in front of him at this time, obviously had such an appearance that no one in Qingbo had ever seen before.

The moment Qin Fengming regained his consciousness, his heart suddenly moved. His consciousness quickly locked onto a delicate figure. This beautiful figure is the female cultivator who had talked with Qingbo before.

At this time, the beautiful female cultivator named Fairy Yingyi did not have much surprise on her face.

She stood in the ice and snow, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her white teeth gently biting her red lips, her eyes clear, as if she was lost in some kind of thoughts.

Although Qin Fengming glanced from a distance, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

The female cultivator is extremely beautiful, and the clothes she wears are different from those of Shao Hong, and also different from those of Fairy Yaoluo. Her entire body is covered by a layer of fine down feathers, making her look otherworldly. feel.

She stood in a land of ice and snow, and the surrounding ice and snow hurricanes seemed to have become less violent and raging because of her stay, as if she had become a world of its own.

Qin Fengming paid close attention to this female cultivator, not because of her beauty, but because Qin Fengming suddenly felt something strange in the female cultivator's eyes.

What exactly this feeling was, he couldn't understand for a while. Of course, this was not the time for him to spend time figuring this out.

As Zihao's figure appeared, a faint green mist suddenly filled the air from his body. The original red mist was instantly absorbed into it, and then disappeared without a trace.

A scimitar trembled slightly behind him, as if it could slash out at any time.

In Zihao's right hand, there is a strange tree root bone that shines with purple and black fluorescence. This bone glows with a faint red light, which complements the black and purple fluorescence, showing a strange sparkling atmosphere.

Qin Fengming's eyes first glanced at the strange bone, and he felt a tremor in his heart.

It seemed that those bones had a strange power that could make his eyes wander.

"You've been attacking for so long, now it's time for Zihao to perform some magic." Zihao appeared in the air, his arms slowly stretched out, and a violent icy breath suddenly filled the air from his body.

Along with the icy aura, there is also a huge spiritual energy.

The breath was cold, and the soul energy was condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye. As Zihao's words fell, hundreds of blades several inches long and as wide as a little finger condensed out.

The blade of a sword flashed with a murderous cyan light, suspended in front of Zihao, and a cold and sharp aura suddenly spread from in front of him.

"Hey, these condensed blades of yours actually made Qin feel a strange spiritual aura."

Facing the cold blades in front of Zihao, Qin Fengming frowned slightly, let out a soft sigh, and suddenly spoke without even the slightest movement of his body.

Regarding spirits, Qin Fengming can be said to be more sensitive than the real ghost world.

There are even more ghosts and ghosts that have fallen into his hands. At this moment, there was no spirit in the aura in front of Zihao, but Qin Fengming sensed a strange spirit aura.

As he spoke these words, Zihao, who was secretly performing a spell and looking at Qin Fengming with cold eyes, suddenly changed his eyes, and surprise appeared in his eyes.

The look of surprise only appeared briefly, but it immediately disappeared again. When his eyes were focused, an extremely ferocious expression appeared on his face.

"Today, you must die here!" His eyes suddenly appeared, and a deep voice sounded on the spot.

As the voice came out, Zihao's hands suddenly waved up, and phantoms of his arms immediately appeared in front of him. The shadow of his arm flickered, as if Zihao suddenly turned into a thousand hands and arms.

In an instant, a buzzing sound like the flapping of locust wings sounded on the spot.

The sound was not too loud. It was mixed in with the surrounding hurricanes and could be described as inaudible. But just this buzzing sound suddenly caused a huge wave of energy to appear all around.

An energy hole more than a hundred feet wide, like a huge funnel, suddenly appeared above his head, and the majestic cold energy poured into the huge funnel like water pouring down a river.

Connected to the bottom of the huge funnel is Zihao, who is waving his arms rapidly.

In an instant, Zihao's body seemed to have become a bottomless pit absorbing the energy of heaven and earth. The violent and mixed energy of heaven and earth rushed into his body, making his clothes all squeak.

Facing Zihao's technique that caused such a strange phenomenon in the world, Qin Fengming's heart immediately tightened.

At this point, how could he dare to remain indifferent? With almost no hesitation, he quickly retreated in a flash. At the same time, he raised his right hand, and a huge sword blade flashing red and blue fluorescence appeared in his hand.

With the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword in hand, Qin Fengming suddenly felt at ease.

However, just as Qin Fengming retreated quickly, a rapid and delicate voice suddenly came to his ears: "Fellow Daoist Qin, hurry up, hurry up and stop Zihao from performing the spell. What Zihao cast is the evil shadow magic. If the spell is completed, you will definitely fall into a dangerous situation."

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