Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"You want to use these ghosts to trap and kill the demon, but you can't do it yet."

Suddenly, a shout sounded from a distance, followed by several bangs. Following several shrill howls, a monstrous wave suddenly appeared in the distant mountains and forests.

"Junior is looking for death and actually seriously injured my five ghosts in the Mysterious Master Realm."

Amidst the loud banging, the middle-aged monk suddenly exclaimed an angry word. As the sound rang out, fluctuations suddenly appeared all over his body, and in an instant, he disappeared on the spot.

"Demon Commander, be careful, this person can use the power of the magic circle to make a sneak attack." Suddenly seeing the fluctuations in the middle-aged figure, Qin Fengming shouted.

Before Qin Fengming could finish his words, a dull roar suddenly came from a distance.

Amidst the roar, a figure was suddenly ejected, as if being thrown away by some powerful force, and fell towards the distance.

"You can't do anything to the demon if you attack him secretly." The body that was suddenly thrown out flipped in the air and floated steadily in the air. At the same time, a cold snort sounded on the spot.

"Your body is so tough that it can withstand my blow." Amidst the roaring explosion, the middle-aged monk who had just disappeared reappeared in mid-air.

This middle-aged monk's movements were strange, obviously achieved with the help of the restrictions placed around him.

Within the confinement, he can teleport to any direction in the surrounding confinement at will, with great speed and without a trace.

Although Mo Ye seemed to have easily resisted a sudden attack, his body was not as relaxed as his expression showed at this time.

At this time, Mo Ye's energy and blood surged in his body, and his bones all over his body felt a dull pain.

Fortunately, Mo Ye's body was tough enough and he suppressed the surge of energy and blood in his body with all his strength, so he didn't show any abnormality. If it had been any other Xuan-level peak cultivator, even a mastiff beast would have fallen to the ground and become a bloody mess.

You know, Mo Ye is wearing Xingluo Yi at this time.

Mo Ye's figure was suspended in the air, his eyes looking at the middle-aged man with fierce coldness. He did not stay away from the scene, but the spells surged in his body, and he was ready to fight again.

The opponent's attack was powerful and strange, but Mo Ye was not frightened away by the opponent's attack.

The middle-aged man's attack was quick and sudden, but Mo Ye believed that if he went all out, the other party might not be able to attack his body so easily.

When Mo Ye and Qin Fengming fought in the Yuheng Mansion, their speed of movement was also extremely frightening.

Except for Qin Fengming, he had never encountered anyone who could make him feel difficult to resist at close range. Facing middle age, the war in Mo Ye's heart suddenly became surging.

"Senior Brother Chongji, this is a misunderstanding. Please stop for the sake of Yingyi."

Seeing that the middle-aged man and Mo Ye were separated by one blow, Fairy Yingyi immediately flashed and approached the two of them. Before she even arrived, she had already spoken her words.

"No wonder you can withstand my blow. It turns out that you are Mo Ye from the land of Yuheng. I have long heard that your body is powerful. But no matter who you are today, since you have damaged my ghost spirit, you have to pay an equivalent price. . Fairy Ying, this matter has nothing to do with you, please leave here quickly, otherwise it will be bad if you hurt the fairy."

The middle-aged monk locked his eyes on Mo Ye and said coldly.

He spoke without looking at Fairy Yingyi, but he also gave advice to the female cultivator. Obviously he didn't want to involve Fairy Yingyi in the fight.

"Demon Commander, there are restrictions placed in the mountains and forests here. Fighting with them here will be extremely detrimental to fellow Taoists. It is best to retreat from this area before fighting."

Following Fairy Yingyi's words, Qin Fengming's voice transmission also entered Mo Ye's ears.

This middle-aged monk's name made Fairy Yingyi a little afraid, and Qin Fengming's vigilance was greatly increased. Therefore, after thinking quickly in his heart, he immediately sent a message to Mo Ye.

Even Qin Fengming's clear eyes couldn't find the phantom formation restriction of the middle-aged figure.

Although the restriction does not seem to have any attack effect on Mo Ye, fighting here is quite detrimental to Mo Ye.

Upon hearing Qin Fengming's message, Mo Ye's eyes shrank slightly.

Of course, he could see that the opponent's movement just now was based on the restriction below and he was approaching quickly. Qin Fengming attached so much importance to this restriction, so it was naturally no small matter.

"Fairy Yingyi, please step back. Today, Mo will teach this fellow Taoist how to get the rewards he deserves from Mo."

Mo Ye's eyes flickered, but he also didn't look at Fairy Ying Yi and said coldly.

Although the middle-aged monk in front of him, who was full of icy aura, gave him a considerable sense of threat, Mo Ye was the most outstanding person in the land of Yuheng, so he naturally had arrogance in his bones.

Therefore, he did not listen to Qin Fengming's words and leave the area directly, but stopped on the spot to fight.

"Senior Brother Chongji, these two fellow Taoists are Yingyi's friends. If senior brother insists on taking action, then there is no need to worry about Yingyi." Seeing that the persuasion was useless, Fairy Yingyi's embroidered eyes bloomed, and her whole body was filled with aura. .

In an instant, Fairy Yingyi was ready to take action.

Although there are many Mahayana in Youfu Palace, those Mahayana generally have nothing to do and will not pay attention to worldly affairs. Therefore, Youfu Palace has set up seven commander-in-chief positions.

These seven commanders can be said to be the most powerful beings in Youfu Palace. Because each commander has dozens of Xuan-level monks with astonishing talents. Among them, there are also many monks at the late Xuan level and at the top.

To be able to become the leader of Youfu Palace, one does not have to be a direct disciple of the Mahayana to be qualified, but must rely on strength.

Strength, naturally, is about fighting methods.

Although Fairy Yingyi is not a mastiff-vine monk, nor is she a true disciple of Youfu Palace, she understands that there are very few direct disciples of Mahayana in Youfu Palace. The disciples of Youfu Palace are all people with extremely top qualifications selected from the Mastiff Vine interface or the Moon-breaking Space.

Although those who can be selected as disciples of Youfu Palace are not direct disciples of Mahayana, they have all received personal guidance and training from Mahayana.

It can be said that any one person can occupy the top position among the seven major mansions of Mastiff Vine.

As the seven leading beings of Youfu Palace, he is the most outstanding being among these top monks. As one of the seven commanders, Old Demon Chongji is the top person among the seven commanders.

Fairy Yingyi is not a monk of Youfu Palace, but she is a direct disciple of the Mahayana of Youfu Palace. Precisely because Youfu Palace Mahayana rarely accepts direct disciples, Fairy Yingyi's status as a direct disciple of Mahayana makes her status respected.

Even the most powerful seven commanders must be polite when meeting Fairy Yingyi.

But now, Chongji seems to have stopped paying respect to Fairy Yingyi.

Hearing Fairy Yingyi's words, Chongji nodded and did not say anything else. Instead, he suddenly raised his hand, and a ball of transparent energy like a huge water ball suddenly appeared on the spot.

Spatial fluctuations appeared, and the transparent liquid energy suddenly sprayed out.

Suddenly, a harsh buzzing sound like a roaring hurricane suddenly swept through the surrounding world.

Feeling a bone-piercing coldness that instantly enveloped his body, Mo Ye's eyes shot out two rays of cold light, and a cold snort resounded on the spot: "The art of freezing can't do anything to Mo."

As the words resounded, a thick mist like ink emerged from Mo Ye's body. When the fog suddenly rose, a fishy stench filled the scene.