Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

( ) The technique of evil eyes, also known as divine eyes, is extremely offensive. It can be said that the opponent's divine eye has more offensive power than Qin Fengming's Lingqing divine eye.

The magical power of the divine eyes that directly invades the mind of a monk and creates some kind of illusion is very powerful and rare.

Fortunately, Qin Fengming had a way to deal with illusions. He had comprehended a lot of psychedelic spirit patterns in illusions back then. If he was on guard, it would be difficult for the other party to achieve success with this divine eye technique.

"Hey, the little guy has some skills. No wonder he was able to capture several people of the same level by himself. I Yanhun, I don't know which of them is a fellow Taoist of the same level. Please come forward and see him."

Qinghe said, Yan Hun still didn't pay much attention to Qin Fengming, but looked at everyone in the Duan family, looking around.

Seeing that Yan Hun looked down upon him so much, Qin Fengming was not annoyed. He smiled slightly and said, "There is indeed a Mahayana senior around Qin, but you are not qualified to see him."

Suddenly hearing Qin Fengming's extremely irritating words, Yan Hun's eyes showed an icy coldness, and his whole body suddenly evaporated with a ball of energy like a raging flame. He said coldly: "Then I will kill you here to see if you are qualified."

The flames surged suddenly, and an extremely cold wave suddenly filled the air, like ripples, slowly approaching Qin Fengming.

As the waves rippled, Qin Fengming could sense that the void suddenly made a harsh, shrill sound, as if countless knife tips scratched the hard steel surface, making a disturbing scream.

It seemed that this sound could invade the monk's body and cut his soul and mind.

There is a word "flame" in the name of Yanhun, which obviously means that he possesses some kind of magical flame power.

But the steaming flames that appeared at this moment were far different from ordinary demonic flames.

"Yanhun's cultivation has soul-burning demonic flames. You should not be afraid of a soul that is comparable to Mahayana. But you have to be careful of his rapid body attacks." Just when Yanhun's body was steaming, a sound transmission entered Qin Fengming's ears. .

In response to Le Chan's reminder, Qin Fengming became more vigilant. Qin Fengming has encountered many soul-burning demonic flames. Some magic flames have the effect of eroding the soul and mind of monks.

It's just that the demonic flames of Yanhun are so powerful that they can cause damage to others with just their breath.

The soul-burning demon flame can be regarded as a pure soul attack. Qin Fengming is really not afraid of divine soul attacks. The magic formula inside the body moved slightly, and a layer of soul mist suddenly appeared around the body.

In the surging mist,

A series of spiritual patterns appeared and shot out.

"Hmph, if I want to sneak attack on your young master, even if you are a Mahayana man, you can't do it." Just as Le Chan's message fell, a cold snort sounded on the spot. As soon as the words appeared, a palm blade suddenly shot out of the air in front of Qin Fengming.

The palm blade is not big, only two or three feet in size. The palm seems to be wide and thick, but the slash flashes, and an extremely sharp air-breaking force appears. Just for a moment, a space crack appears in the void.

The palm blade slashed downwards, with the intention of cutting Qin Fengming in half with a slash across his shoulder and back.

However, a purple light appeared out of thin air and blocked directly in front of the palm blade. A banging sound followed, purple light rose into the sky, and energy shock filled the air.

Qin Fengming felt a wave of coldness hit him, and the clothes on his body immediately made a tearing sound. His skin and flesh hurt, and marks appeared.

Although the palm blade that suddenly appeared in front of him was blocked and broken by the Xuan Zi Sword, the sword wind carried by the palm blade was still extremely capable of cutting. It actually passed through Qin Fengming's protective aura and swept over him.

That is to say, Qin Fengming's physical body is strong, otherwise he would have been injured just by the wind of sword.

Seeing that Qin Fengming didn't dodge the Yanhun's attack, Lechan felt so anxious that she couldn't jump out. She never imagined that Qin Fengming would dare to attack Yanhun head-on.

Not only Lechan, Duan De and all the Duan family monks were also dumbfounded and kept their mouths shut for a long time.

Only the Hai Yi Saint Ancestor and the Red Demon looked calm and showed no signs of surprise.

"Let's see how many blows you can withstand me!" After one blow failed, a loud shout rang out.

With the words shouted, one after another palm blades appeared twenty or thirty feet in front of Qin Fengming. The palm blade flickered, slashing at Qin Fengming from all directions.

In an instant, Qin Fengming's body was covered by palm blades all over the sky.

The sound of wind resounded, the light of the blade shone, and the void was suddenly filled with a crack that suddenly appeared and then quickly closed, and Qin Fengming's figure suddenly disappeared.

A loud banging sound followed, and a sharp wind immediately swept across the vast world.

Everyone in the Duan family, Saint Ancestor Haiyi and Red Demon retreated and stayed away from the world of fighting.

"Yes, you actually withstood this wave of attacks from me. Your physical body is really far superior to people of the same level. I'm afraid you are no less tough than fellow Taoist Mahayana Body Refiner. If you continue to attack, I think you won't be able to resist it. If If I defeat you with such an attack, I will definitely be ridiculed by my colleagues. Next, please invite that Mahayana Taoist friend to show up, and I will have a few words with him."

A surprised voice sounded, Yanhun stood still and did not continue to attack. His eyes flashed towards Qin Fengming, but there was not much anger on his face.

Yanhun knew how powerful his attack was. Even among monks of the same level, there were generally very few people who were willing to stand still and let him attack. However, the mysterious monk in front of him actually did this.

As the banging sound disappeared, Qin Fengming's figure also appeared on the spot.

At this moment, Qin Fengming's clothes were in tatters, and his body was covered with scars. Although it was covered in blood, the injuries were obviously not too serious.

Qin Fengming's face was slightly pale, the Xuanzi Sword was floating behind him, and in his hands, he was holding a huge skeleton, which was the dragon bone.

Although a dragon bone carrying a complete innate spirit pattern was not broken at the moment, under the attack of Yanhun, it had become flashing with light and energy surged. It had obviously reached the limit that the dragon bone could withstand.

If Qin Fengming hadn't integrated the mysterious spiritual patterns on the keel, the keel would have been shattered by the flame soul's attack long ago.

Looking at the dragon bone in his hand, Qin Fengming became very worried about Yan Hun's strength.

Yanhun only used this kind of attack and did not add any other means. If this situation continues for a while, Qin Fengming cannot guarantee that he can still survive with only the dragon bone and Xuanzi Sword.

Qin Fengming felt relieved when he saw that Yan Hun maintained his identity and stopped.

His eyes flashed slightly, and a cold word came out of his mouth again: "The Mahayana man is not here, but if Qin is captured, the Mahayana man will definitely come. If you don't defeat Qin, you are not qualified to see the Mahayana man. Yes, Qin has always heard that your Wanhun Sect is very good at enslaving ghosts and enslaving souls. I met you today and wanted to see how powerful it is."

After Qin Fengming finished speaking, provocation suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Hmph, if you want to see the ghost and god skills of our Ten Thousand Souls Sect, the four of us can show you the skills without the help of our ancestors. I just wonder if you dare to enter our Ten Thousand Souls God-killing Formation?"

Before Yan Hun could speak, a shout suddenly sounded in the villa.

Shouting resounded, and the four Wanhun Sect monks who had retreated reappeared.

After hearing the words of the four people, Yan Hun's expression moved slightly, but he did not speak to stop him. Instead, he looked deeply at Qin Fengming, as if he wanted to see something from him.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, the Ten Thousand Souls God-killing Formation of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect is a combined attack formation that can gather the power of several monks to surround others. There are countless ghosts and ghosts in it that cannot be killed. They are trapped in it. There are no people below the Mahayana. I heard who could survive."

Before Qin Fengming agreed, Duan De's rapid sound transmission had already reached Qin Fengming's ears.