Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Until now, Xiao Bing had not said why she brought Qin Fengming to the Yousen Realm. Qin Fengming did not continue to ask.

It's not that he forgot about it, but that he didn't want to ask why.

To avoid being tricked by Xiao Bing, he was lured into helping each other.

However, one thing Qin Fengming is still sure of is that Xiao Bing's coming to the Yousen Realm to plot something must not have really caused any major conflict with the Star Soul Pavilion.

If the two sides were really incompatible, how could Xiao Bing dare to come and provoke him again and again in the face of a sect whose power was more powerful than the Mastiff Vine Mountain Range?

The figure flew away again, and the mist filled with the spirit of death appeared around Qin Fengming again.

This place is indeed as Xiao Bing said, the forest world is filled with a strong aura of the dead.

Although the two of them seemed to have passed through the space passage without any danger and were free to fly around in the forest world, the reality was definitely not the case.

This secluded forest world filled with the aura of the dead is definitely not something anyone can come to just because they want to.

This interface is full of deathly silence and coldness. That kind of coldness is not the coldness felt by the body, but the coldness felt by the mind.

The surroundings were completely silent, without any living creatures. Apart from the howling mountain wind, no insects or birds could be heard.

And no one said that the horror of the undead energy could be resisted by resisting it. This kind of breath, which is not afraid of the barrier of the monk's protective spiritual light, can directly contaminate the monk's body and invade the monk's body.

If a monk is let into the body by the spirit of death, it will corrode the monk's soul.

The purity of the undead energy that filled this forest world was much richer and purer than what Qin Fengming had seen in the Qinggu space, and the power was naturally much more powerful.

If the body is contaminated by the aura of the dead, even if it is Mahayana, it will definitely take a lot of means to remove it.

As for Xuan-level monks, if they do not have effective means of resisting the aura of the dead, as long as their bodies are contaminated by the pure aura of the dead, their souls will inevitably be damaged and their realm will plummet.

With no one to rescue him, it is certain that he will fall into the mist.

Of course, if there is no practical means to resist the invasion of the undead spirit, the Xuan-level monks would simply not dare to enter the undead mist on the mastiff vine interface.

There is no way to enter the space channel and come to the forest world.

Qin Fengming's eyes flashed, and he patrolled the surrounding fog, intending to see what kind of existence the undead demon soul Xiao Bing mentioned was.

However, after flying for hundreds of thousands of miles, he did not see a so-called undead spirit appear.

Xiao Bing flew away, changing her previous lively temperament, her lips were tightly closed and she was speechless. It seems that he has many fears and dares not to be careless in the slightest.

"The vast hilly land ahead is a place where I almost died when I came here. There are undead demon souls in it. The undead demon souls have no intelligence and have weird bodies. They cannot specifically distinguish the realm. It cannot Fear of the Five Elements attack can contaminate the magic weapon. If we are not completely sure, we might as well take a detour."

Stopping on a gentle terrain, Xiao Bing said with a slightly solemn tone.

Recalling the dangerous situation when she first arrived, Xiao Bing was still worried. Although she has magical means to resist the aura of the undead, she is still quite wary when faced with the undying spirit of the undead.

Seeing Xiao Bing's expression, Qin Fengming was greatly moved.

To be able to make Xiao Bing, who has always been fearless, look like this is enough to show how terrifying the so-called undead demon soul is.

"If the undead demon soul is really powerful and difficult to resist, we may encounter unspeakable dangers if we enter it together. You stay outside this area first, and I will enter it myself to see if there is any way to kill the undead soul. Kill the demon soul. Even if I lose, I am sure to escape safely."

Qin Fengming had a thought in his mind and suddenly said.

"Do you really want to kill the demon spirit? Even if you kill the demon soul, you can't collect the energy of the undead that can be transformed into a body. If you want to practice some kind of magical power, you can collect the energy here. The mist of the undead. The demon soul of the undead is too powerful, and it may come to you at the wrong moment, and it will be extremely difficult to clear its aura."

Xiao Bing was surprised and tried to persuade Qin Fengming.

"It's okay, you can stay here later, don't enter it." Qin Fengming shook his head slightly and said again.

After finishing his words, he flew directly towards the hilly area covered by the fog in front of him.

At this moment, Qin Fengming's heart was full of expectations. To him, the aura of the dead souls was a thing of great benefit, and the more, the better.

Whether it is his own soul-devouring ghost fire or gold-devouring souls, a large amount of pure necromantic energy is needed.

Needless to say, Golden Bite will never refuse no matter how much undead energy there is. And if Qin Fengming wants the spirit of death to form a powerful force in the soul-devouring ghost fire, the amount required is also extremely considerable.

Integrating the necromantic energy into the soul-devouring ghost fire requires a lot of necrotic energy to be integrated into the soul-devouring ghost fire little by little, just like the cultivation of a monk. The process is long and the amount of necrotic energy required is equally huge.

Qin Fengming had obtained many demonic flames, some of which were cultivated by monks, and some of which were generated by heaven and earth.

However, most of the magic flames are unable to manifest their own special power in the soul-eating ghost fire. The reason is that the number of those magic flames is too small.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that the soul-devouring ghost fire has been refined in Qin Fengming's body for a long time, and its power has greatly increased. If you want to carry other demonic flame attributes, you must have sufficiently pure attribute demonic flames in the soul-devouring ghost fire.

The abundance of necromantic energy on this small interface made Qin Fengming full of expectations for the soul-devouring ghost fire.

"The aura of the dead here is indeed strong, but I don't know what kind of existence the demon soul of the dead is." Qin Fengming murmured to himself as the mist surged around him.

At this moment, Qin Fengming was surrounded by a mysterious light, and a layer of burning demonic flames appeared on his body.

Feeling the rich necromantic energy filling the mist, the surprise in his heart was much higher than the vigilance.

"Hey, what is this? How come the spirit of death contained in it is so pure." Suddenly, Qin Fengming's floating body suddenly stopped in one place, his eyes flickered with blue light as he looked somewhere ahead, and he let out a soft sigh.

In a low-lying hilly area directly in front of him, there was a liquid-like black thing.

The area of ​​that mass of material is not small, it is more than ten feet in diameter. Although the ground was bumpy and uneven, the dark mass was round and round, like a ball of crystal black viscous juice dripping on the ground.

The juice is thick and contains the majestic aura of death.

The thick dark mist surrounding the juice turned into wisps of tentacle-like mist flow as it approached the juice, swaying above the dark juice as if caressing the juice.

Faced with a strange situation, Qin Fengming became wary.

"This is the demon soul of the dead!" Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from Qin Fengming's mouth.

It wasn't that Qin Fengming was suspicious, but that the liquid-like substance suddenly changed and swelled the moment he stopped. Although it was slow, it was difficult to escape Qin Fengming's eyes.

However, just as Qin Fengming exclaimed, under his gaze, the jet-black juice suddenly shot out and shot toward where he was standing.

The speed is no different than the attack of a Xuan-level monk.

"Hmph, it's really weird." A cold snort resounded, and Qin Fengming's figure immediately appeared.

A ball of juice came over, completely covering Qin Fengming as a shadow.

When Qin Fengming reappeared from dozens of feet away, a strange body suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is a monster body like an octopus in the sea. Under a huge head are dozens of long rope-like tentacles.

The tentacles are soft, swinging slowly in the mist, sweeping them like ripples, spreading far away in the mist.

Using close range sensing, Qin Fengming could feel that there was a deathly aura in this strange body that suddenly made him feel chilled by his spiritual consciousness.

It seemed like just looking at him could make his entire body freeze.

"It seems that this thing is the undead demon soul that Xiao Bing mentioned. Well, Qin will see how powerful this undead demon soul is." After seeing the body in front of him, Qin Fengming let out a cold snort.

As he spoke, before the demon soul could attack again, the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword had already been swung out.

Immediately, several long sword blades wrapped in electric light flashed, slashing towards the huge head and body with dancing tentacles in front of him.

A shrill howl suddenly resounded amidst the piercing sound of electric light.

"As Qin thought, any ghost spirit will be restrained by the power of thunder and lightning." The screams started, and Qin Fengming's excited words came out.