Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Hao Banyun, Zong Liao and others were already familiar with each other. They had fought together, helped each other, and faced powerful enemies. Although the choices are different now, as far as they are concerned, there is really no life-or-death feud between the two sides.

Seven Mahayana men from both sides gathered together, leading the remaining Xuan-level monks, and slowly approached the huge abyss.

Faced with the gradually weakening smog of dirty dust, no one among the dozen or so people spoke.

Facing the huge black abyss that cannot be explored by their spiritual consciousness, everyone can feel the vast forbidden energy fluctuations filled inside.

What kind of magic circle was arranged here made several Mahayana frown and unable to make a judgment.

"Such a large-scale magic circle, and it relies on the energy of the ghost mist, cannot be arranged by Xuan Gui alone. It seems that most of the magic circles here are made by other people. There have indeed been several formations in my real ghost world. There are people with extremely high attainments in Dharma symbols, and three of them have reached the realm of Mahayana, but then suddenly disappeared, and no one knows their traces..."

Yuan Ming frowned slightly and suddenly said.

"Brother Yuan Ming is saying that the restrictions here may have come from the hands of those formation masters recorded in the classics? And after completing the layout, they were killed here by Xuangui?" Saint Ancestor Qiliang's eyes flashed and he spoke. asked.

He asked, his expression changed drastically.

He suddenly thought of the scheming methods used by the Xuangui Saint Ancestor: decisive and ruthless killing. If he had summoned people with extremely high attainments in formations and spent tens or hundreds of years setting up the formations here, and finally took action to kill the opponent, such a thing would really be possible.

Everyone knows that only the dead can truly keep secrets.

"This may not be true. The masters of formations and runes recorded in the classics did not disappear together. One of them even disappeared after the death of Xuangui. If one of them participated in the layout of the formation here, , and it is possible that he will be killed by the mysterious ghost in the end."

Hao Banyun shook his head and rejected the judgment of Holy Ancestor Qiliang.

Everyone was speechless, but they agreed with Hao Banyun's judgment in their hearts.

Zong Liao looked at the dark abyss ahead, waved his hand and launched an attack. The violent mist suddenly surged, and a green blade dozens of feet long shot out, slashing towards the turbulent filthy mist spurting out from the abyss.

The blade flew, and a thick crack immediately appeared in the void.

As the light flashed, the extremely sharp blade instantly touched the surging mist.

It was like a spear piercing into the vast sea water, without causing any waves. The dim light disappeared, and the swollen and dirty mist was still surging.

"If you want to know what the restrictions are like here, it seems that you need to send people to get close and perform spells one after another." Everyone's expressions froze, and after a moment, Hao Banyun said.

As he spoke, he immediately looked at the remaining three early Xuan level monks.

The moment Hao Banyun looked at them, the three monks suddenly felt cold and cold all over their bodies, and fear surged through their eyes.

It's not that they didn't want to escape. Just now when the world was changing, the three of them struggled to escape from the energy that filled the sky, and they wanted to get away quickly. However, under the glare of Saint Ancestor Qiliang, the three of them did not dare to leave just like that.

Now from Hao Banyun's gaze, the three of them certainly understood what would happen next.

Xuan-level monks are definitely powerful beings in the Three Realms. If you usually enter the Wraith Mountains, you will undoubtedly be the top leader.

When they came this time, they thought they were just traveling with a few Xuan-level monks. Even if they were forced by the other party, they would have a chance of escaping. But who would have thought that seven Mahayana people would suddenly appear in this team.

Now being monitored by seven people, the three of them immediately knew that this time was a disaster. Approaching the abyss where the pitch-black terrifying magic circle was deployed, there was not even a 10% chance of survival.

"This junior has a mysterious puppet. You can drive it into the abyss and see how the restrictions are inside." The three of them looked pale, and one of the middle-aged monks said urgently.

"The puppet's autonomy is too weak. As long as you can use all your strength to disperse the stirring dust and allow the restricted fluctuations to partially appear, the mission will be completed. As long as this is completed, you can leave on your own." Yuan Ming shook his head and said in a deep voice. .

The three early Xuan-level monks looked at each other with ugly expressions, all of them showing horror.

The danger when approaching the mist stirring in the abyss is unpredictable, and you might be sucked into the abyss by the terrifying restraining power in the mist.

But if they don't agree, the three of them will have no chance of escaping from here.

"Okay, the three of us will work together to see if we can activate the restriction of the lower formation." After all, the three of them have experienced many dangerous situations, secretly made a choice, and quickly made a decision.

The three early Xuan-level monks used their own methods, and several huge magic weapons appeared in the void. Their auras swelled around them. Without any further hesitation, they approached the huge abyss ahead.

The three of them moved very slowly, and the magic weapons they each used did not move far away. They only slowly explored forward in front of them.

Stopping at the edge of the abyss, six mysterious-level magic weapons shining with various colors of light and surging with violent energy flashed in the void. The energy of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered together, instantly stirring up the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth for several miles.

"We each activated a magic weapon and simultaneously exploded ourselves on the edge of the dirty dust and mist." The middle-aged monk suddenly said. The other two people did not answer, but nodded in agreement with solemn expressions.

The three Xuan-level monks pointed their fingers, and immediately three huge and shining magic weapons flew out, slashing towards the dark abyss not far away.

The three of them are not low-level monks, but powerful beings among the monks. They have experienced countless dangers in their lives, and they have fought many life-and-death battles. Of course, they know how to make the best choice for themselves.

Three huge magic weapons shone with rays of light, scattered the lead clouds, shattered the void, and suddenly bombarded towards the abyss.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three roars sounded almost simultaneously.

There was a roar and explosion, and three blasts of explosive energy more than a hundred feet apart suddenly appeared. The violent energy surged, and three terrifying sonic boom waves suddenly impacted the surroundings.

"No, detonate the remaining magic weapons quickly." However, at the same time as the three Xuan-level magic weapons exploded, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded in the mouth of an early Xuan-level monk.

As soon as he spoke, the dust and mist suddenly surged in the deep and dark abyss, and silver light suddenly flashed out.

In an instant, thick bolts of lightning suddenly struck out, silver light shone across the sky and earth, and they were engulfed in three blasts of explosive energy.

The majestic explosive energy that was originally violent and surging suddenly stopped scattering like a deflated giant ball, and then quickly became thinner.

In almost the time it took to take a breath, silver lightning flashes that were obviously a bit thicker than before suddenly appeared, like a group of pythons flying away, and shot towards the three monks who were retreating rapidly.

Three groups of explosive energy reappeared, but this time they were useless in front of the thick lightning, unable to withstand the moment. The arcs of silver light flashed wildly, and the three of them were enveloped in it.

There was no scream or scream, the lightning suddenly fell back and disappeared into the abyss. At the same time, the three early Xuan-level monks disappeared without a trace, leaving no relics or ashes.

The eyes of everyone in the distance were frightened, their expressions were dull for a moment, and they had no words to speak.

"If Zong's judgment is correct, the restraining array arranged in the abyss should be the rumored Tianjue search and killing array!" Suddenly, Zong Liao spat out a sentence.

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