Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

( ) As the girl’s expression changed and she quickly gave instructions, far away in another location, in a tall mountain peak an unknown number of thousands of miles away from Jiuxu Mountain, in a huge cave with an area of ​​over a thousand feet, a monk suddenly appeared Escaping from retreat.

After a moment of stagnation, the monk's face changed when he woke up, and his eyes quickly locked on a place in the empty cave.

There is a small forbidden area. There is a stone table in the forbidden area, and a dark disk is placed on the stone table. Roads of green and black fluorescence were shining brightly on the disk, and strange lines formed by mysterious slender gases were beating in the fluorescence, which looked very mysterious.

There are twenty or thirty more such forbidden square tables and round disks in this cave.

And this monk is obviously the one who takes care of these square tables and round disks.

"This is a Yin Disk that adheres to the destroyed sects in the lower realm. Now it has been triggered. Could it be that the person who slaughtered the sects in the lower realm has ascended to the real ghost realm, and is not far from here? If so, it must be Find him and capture him, otherwise the sect’s destiny will be counterattacked by the cause and effect on him.”

The monk looked at the disc on the square table and murmured.

His expression was calm, and after he finished speaking, his body did not move, but his hands began to make secrets. As the spiritual patterns flew out of his hand and disappeared into the small restriction, a rustling sound resounded.

A mighty icy aura suddenly spewed out from the disc, and instantly enveloped the area several feet around the square table.

Suddenly seeing the icy cold breath that filled the air after the impact, the monk's face suddenly changed, and a cry of surprise came from his mouth: "How is this possible, that the adherent's cultivation level has actually reached the Xuan level?"

With an exclamation in his mouth, the monk immediately jumped up, and several transmission notes appeared in his hand...

At the same time, on an island in a vast sea, in a tall and strictly restricted palace, a monk was suddenly awakened by a sudden aura.

The breath came from a stone platform that was also blocked by restrictions.

On the stone platform, there was something wrapped in black mist at the moment. The mist was steaming and filled with fluctuations, making it look very unstable.

The monk glanced at the stone platform, and a solemn look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"In just a few years, could it be that the man who destroyed the half-spirit came to the real ghost world and also to this world of immortality?" He spoke, and a transmission note shot out.

At the same time that the monk woke up and sent out the transmission note, an almost identical scene was happening in another place in the real ghost world.

This is a place that is also covered by layers of restrictions, and is also guarded by a monk.

Not far in front of the caring monk, there was also something wrapped in mist in a small confinement, and the same situation was happening.

The monk was awakened by the strangeness in the confinement and looked at the mist in the confinement. However, he did not understand the reason for a moment. After a slight hesitation, he sent out a transmission note to invite those who knew about the changes in the mist to come.

No matter where the situation happened, Qin Fengming, who was in the Soul Lake, could not know.

At this moment, Qin Fengming was waving his hands frantically, firing out palm prints one after another, almost falling into a kind of madness.

Of course it's not true madness, because Qin Fengming has already escaped from the suppressed state of Soul Lake that can make him fall into madness.

When Qin Fengming physically used Shaking Yue Palm, he could not use it continuously without restriction. Because every time the Shaking Yue Palm is activated, a large amount of mana and soul energy will be consumed.

Even if Qin Fengming is not in danger of depleting his magic energy, the soul energy in his body cannot support his unlimited continuous use.

However, now, the shaking palms are like a violent storm, and they are launched crazily, with no limit on the number of times.

Being in this space soul lake, Qin Fengming did not need to consider the consumption of mana energy. After Qin Fengming carefully tried it, he discovered that his soul body could completely absorb and activate the surrounding soul energy.

The vast soul lake at his feet provided him with a steady stream of soul energy.

As Qin Fengming frantically absorbed the energy of the Soul Lake and continuously urged the Shaping Yue Palm, his state of mind suddenly fell into a kind of emptiness when refining alchemy.

This feeling of emptiness did no harm to him, but instead gave Qin Fengming an indescribable strange feeling.

The feeling was strange, and he suddenly had an almost demonic clear feeling about the various spiritual herbs in his impression. It seemed that the spiritual herbs he had seen before, or the substances needed for alchemy, were now displayed in his eyes. , so transparent and clear, every bit of it made him feel familiar and understanding.

It was a feeling I had never felt before. The attribute energy contained in those spiritual herbs gave him an understanding far beyond what he had previously known.

The juice and veins in the spiritual grass emerged in Qin Fengming's mind, as if he could easily turn the spiritual grass into extremely pure elixir juice with just a movement of his heart.

As his mind surged, pill prescriptions flashed through his mind. In a blink of an eye, spiritual grasses appeared in front of him, and then an alchemy cauldron appeared, and the spiritual grasses entered the alchemy cauldron.

Amidst streams of multicolored flames steaming, a stream of refined elixir patterns that surged out with just a flash of thought were injected into the elixir cauldron.

Amid the aroma of medicine, pills appeared in front of Qin Fengming one after another.

Furnaces of elixirs were refined and scattered around him in huge quantities.

All the elixir recipes that Qin Fengming had encountered since entering the world of immortality were refined one by one by Qin Fengming.

As all the pill recipes he was familiar with were refined, Qin Fengming's mind did not go silent, but spiritual herbs appeared one after another. Some of these spiritual herbs Qin Fengming had seen and studied before, and some had never been seen at all. things.

Although he could not name those spiritual herbs that he had never seen before, the essence and medicinal properties of each spiritual grass clearly appeared in Qin Fengming's mind.

As medicinal herbs appeared in his mind, articles about spiritual herb ratios appeared.

Qin Fengming's mind surged, the alchemy cauldron appeared, and each elixir was generated. Although Qin Fengming had never seen the refining runes during the refining process, his mind flashed and they immediately appeared in the alchemy cauldron, making him suddenly feel that those refining runes were so familiar.

Qin Fengming never tired of it, each spiritual grass appeared in his mind, and the elixir was refined again and again.

As time went on, it was difficult to escape from that strange situation, and he didn't want to leave either.

While he was immersed in that strange alchemy process, his soul body was not idle. It was still frantically absorbing the vast soul energy in the soul lake, and then waved out one after another Shaking Yue palm seals.

At this time, there were still densely packed figures around him, but Qin Fengming no longer paid attention to them. He just mechanically activated his palm prints to bombard the forest in front of him that was blown away and then reappeared immediately.

The strange process of refining elixirs just by thinking about it seemed illusory, but that feeling made him feel extremely real, as if everything was experienced personally.

Qin Fengming's soul fell into it, and he didn't think about it for a long time.

He didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many furnaces of pills he had refined in his mind. Those unknown prescriptions seemed to appear endlessly one after another, making him trapped and unable to escape.

What kind of scene this is, no one can explain clearly.

Qin Fengming's spirit waved his arms with all his strength, running the spells and offering palm seals one after another, but in his mind, he was refining furnaces of pills with all his strength.

The Soul Lake is majestic, with huge waves surging into the sky, as if the entire Soul Lake has been aroused. The restriction above the dark water is still permeable, and Qin Fengming's spirit is still enveloped in the restrictive fog and cannot leave.

The small space was now filled with roaring and roaring sounds of energy.

Suddenly, the movement of Qin Fengming's spirit, which was being performed crazily, suddenly stagnated, and the crazy refining in his consciousness also stopped, and his whole body suddenly stagnated on the spot.