Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming activated the Xuan Zi Sword at this time, but did not activate it with all his strength to turn it into a dragon shape and attack violently.

Facing 'Zi Hao' at this moment, he did not dare to take the Xuan Zi Sword out of his hand. The mist that Zihao sacrificed was very strange. It was filled with the scent of monsters, and at the same time there was a kind of oppressive power.

Qin Fengming was not sure whether Xuan Zijian would be imprisoned by the other party if he sacrificed it.

Facing 'Zi Hao' at this moment, Qin Fengming felt both vigilance and fear in his heart.

There is no mistake that Zihao is a monk from Kaiyang Land, but the person he is fighting in front of him should be very different from the original Zihao from Kaiyang Land.

Even at this time, Qin Fengming was not sure whether Zihao still existed. Because the 'Zi Hao' he was fighting with at the moment was obviously much stronger than the original one.

Living in the ghost-eating mist, Qin Fengming's magic power surged out like water from a bursting embankment, pouring into the huge sword blade in his hand.

The purple-black sword blade trembled, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded, like waves of dragon roars.

Qin Fengming's words naturally did not stop any longer. He activated the Treasure Control Technique, and the sword blade filled with the vast aura of chaos in his hand began to dance rapidly.

Suddenly, a series of extremely solid long sword blades that were more than ten feet long, like pythons that shook their heads and swung their tails, suddenly flew towards the surroundings.

Although the Xuan Zi Sword has not left his hand, with the blessing of Qin Fengming's mana and soul energy regardless of the cost, the power of the sword energy is far beyond the power of the magic weapon of the peak Xuan level monk.

The sword energy shot out one after another, and in an instant, a huge energy fluctuation appeared in the mist.

The fog suddenly surged, and the originally calm surroundings suddenly became violently turbulent. The sword blade shot forward and instantly sank into the thick branches.

What made Qin Fengming feel slightly happy was that as soon as the extremely powerful spirit sword energy touched the dancing branches and vines, the branches and vines immediately broke like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Ah, this vine can grow new branches on its own, and broken branches will not break apart."

Qin Fengming felt happy in his heart, and then a exclamation came out of his mouth.

Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness sensed it very clearly. As the mysterious purple sword blades shot into the vines, the thick and tough vines were immediately cut off. But those broken branches suddenly turned into identical vines in a blink of an eye, twining towards the Dao Dao Xuan Purple Sword.

At the same time, the cut vines flashed with black light, and new vines suddenly grew again.

The rapidity with which all this happened was instantly revealed when Qin Fengming was shrouded in spiritual consciousness.

Faced with such a situation, the surprise in Qin Fengming's heart immediately disappeared, replaced by an extremely solemn feeling.

"Hahaha, I know it's useless now, junior. Now you obediently sign the mastiff vine contract and accept me as your master. I will spare your life today, otherwise I will have to kill you here."

When Qin Fengming was horrified by what he suddenly saw, an unbridled laughter sounded in his ears. The voice was loud and seemed very domineering.

"No wonder you were able to recover from your severed limbs in an instant. It turns out that you have merged with a powerful vine demon, and you have the talent of the vine demon. Qin is a little curious. I wonder if Zihao's spirit is still alive at this moment? And you are now Is it a vine demon or a monk?"

Qin Fengming was shocked in his heart, but he spoke calmly and coldly.

As the words came out, thoughts flashed in my mind. The situation he was in at this time was obviously difficult for him to deal with.

"Junior, don't you know that if you know too much, you will die quickly? Even if you know the truth, wouldn't it be beneficial to your current situation?"

'Zihao' did not answer Qin Fengming's question, but came with a calm voice.

Hearing 'Zi Hao''s words, Qin Fengming's solemn expression suddenly changed, and a cold snort came out: "You want to accept Qin as your servant so much. It seems that you really have a serious hidden disease. Then let Qin try to find out what hidden illness you have."

'Zihao' repeatedly pointed out that he would be accepted as a servant, which suddenly made Qin Fengming suspicious. His mind turned and he spoke decisively.

As the words came out, perseverance emerged in his heart, and the sword in his hand quickly danced out again.

This time, he did not stop, Daoshuo's long sword blades shot out, like a torrent of thick sharp blades, suddenly appeared around him.

The sword blade fired, a vast purple light shone, and huge waves of chaotic aura swept around Qin Fengming in an instant. The ghosts swallowed the mist and disappeared in an instant.

In just a few breaths, Qin Fengming had already activated twenty or thirty thick sword blades.

If it were Qin Fengming who used the Black Purple Sword like this, it would be difficult for any other monk to last for several breaths. Because under an invisible pressure, even Qin Fengming felt that there was some obstruction in the movement of magic power in his body.

Although it did not pose a great threat to him, the coercion greatly hindered and oppressed his body, making it difficult for him to easily use his mana and soul energy.

And the majestic amount of mana and soul energy required to sacrifice twenty or thirty lines of Xuan Zi Sword Qi is beyond the ability of a peak Xuan level monk to bear.

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the majestic sword energy carried the vast aura of chaos and instantly swept through the world around Qin Fengming.

The sword energy passed by, and the thick and tough vines were cut off on the spot, as if they were destroyed. But in Qin Fengming's mental connection, what he sensed was that more vines appeared on the spot, swarming towards the forward-shooting blade as if they were endless.

In an instant, Qin Fengming's consciousness lost contact with the sword energy he was offering.

The sword energy was submerged in the vines and disappeared.

Qin Fengming, who saw the sword energy disappearing, did not stop. The long sword blade in his hand was still dancing, and the sword energy was unleashed one after another.

He was very convinced that these vines were not entities, but were condensed by the magical power of 'Zihao'. As long as he uses his full strength, it will be enough to make it difficult for ‘Zi Hao’ to continue and destroy this magical power in one fell swoop.

However, just when Qin Fengming got up and activated the Xuanzi Sword to scatter all the vines around him, a burst of laughter sounded in his ears: "Hahaha, junior, you can accept your fate now, let alone you, even if it's you, A Mahayana person who falls into my Manhai Devouring Sky will never be able to escape safely. There is no need for you to swear any more, today is the day of your death."

When the sound reached his ears, Qin Fengming, who was using his Xuanzi Sword to cut through the vines shooting around him, was suddenly startled.

Just when he felt strange in his heart, the demonic mist suddenly surged and rolled around him and suddenly subsided rapidly.

Under Qin Fengming's gaze, the thick and oppressive mist released by 'Zihao' disappeared in an instant and retreated into the distance. In the surrounding area, huge vines appeared immediately that made people feel chilled at the sight of them.

The vines were thick and tough, like ferocious pythons flipping and swinging in the air, and sharp spikes streaked through the void, seeming to stir up the void with twists and turns.

‘Zihao’ was wrapped in a mass of vines, as if his entire body had merged with the densely packed thick vines around him.

Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed, because he suddenly discovered that the area of ​​hundreds or thousands of miles around him was filled with vines carrying sharp needles. None of the Mastiff Vine Interface cultivators who were standing around him were now gone.

"This Sumeru illusory magical power!"

Upon seeing this scene, Qin Fengming suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Apart from illusions, it is impossible for such a phenomenon to occur.

As the blue light flashed in his eyes, Qin Fengming's expression changed drastically. His clear eyes were unable to see through the illusion in front of him.

"If you want to trap your young master, your illusory formation may not really be able to do it."

However, just when Qin Fengming's face suddenly changed, and the smile on 'Zihao''s face was about to bloom, a very determined word suddenly came out of Qin Fengming's mouth.

As soon as the words came out, a curse came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a loud noise like thunder suddenly sounded in a place covered with vines below. The explosion was like a volcano that had been silent for countless years and suddenly erupted uncontrollably.

The violent explosion energy swept across the world, and a radius of several miles was immediately swept away by the huge explosion energy.

Just as an explosion went off, a series of roars also sounded on the spot.

An explosion resounded, and a huge energy impact immediately appeared on the spot.

In an instant, a radius of dozens of miles was immediately enveloped in the monstrous explosion energy...

"Ah, Ivy Demon! That is the innate magical power of Ivy Demon."

"How could there be a vine demon here?"

The explosion roared, and the violent energy impact that stretched to the sky suddenly appeared. At the same time, screams of surprise suddenly sounded in the vast world.

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