Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"I will sacrifice myself to the temple first and let the spirit weapon of the temple sense it to see if the true body of Fairy Yao Xi is here." Looking at the hazy, dreamlike land of clouds and mist in front of him, Qin Fengming calmed his mind and said. .

Hearing Qin Fengming's words, Qing Yu's eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise.

She knew that Qin Fengming came here this time for a top Mahayana from the corner human race in the spiritual world. But she never thought that Qin Fengming would have the spirit of Mahayana with him.

A Mahayana spirit has been following Qin Fengming. This situation is too incredible.

"Fairy Yao Xi's spirit has not experienced the hurricane quenching in the Chaos Realm. You must let it appear so as not to cause any trouble." He Xuan frowned slightly and reminded her urgently.

Qin Fengming's heart moved. He had never thought about this.

The temple had been activated before, but not all of them were activated, and Fairy Yao Xi did not appear. Now we need to communicate with the female cultivator's spirit, and naturally we need to arouse her aura, which will cause the temple's weapon spirit to appear in the shroud of the laws of heaven and earth in the chaotic world.

"It shouldn't matter. With the temple guard, the chaotic hurricane cannot harm the weapon spirit." Qin Fengming thought for a while and judged.

Hearing the exchange between the two, Qingyu's eyes flashed. Qin Fengming carried a powerful treasure from the Jiaoren tribe with him, and the weapon spirit in that treasure was actually the spirit of Fairy Yao Xi from the Jiaoren tribe.

Although the weapon spirit is formed from the split soul of a monk and has the spiritual consciousness of a monk, the split soul has been integrated with the magic weapon after all, and it can be regarded as another form besides the soul.

A magic weapon with the Mahayana soul as its weapon spirit was actually carried by Qin Fengming. This situation was really unimaginable to Qing Yu.

A small mountain peak suddenly flew into the air, and as soon as it was suspended, a white mist surged up. The mist surged, and an energy vortex immediately formed around the small mountain peak.

As the violent energy in Qin Fengming's body surged, he wrapped in spells and sank into the mist vortex. The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly seemed to be summoned, and crazily gathered towards the mist vortex.

In just an instant, the mist vortex had grown rapidly, and the energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles was attracted and converged towards the place where Qin Fengming and the others stood.

Feeling a terrifying wave coming out of the rapidly growing vortex, Qingyu frowned quickly. Such a majestic energy wave made her suddenly feel invincible.

Looking at the tall archway appearing in the hazy white mist,

A towering sense of intimidation enveloped Qingyu's heart.

"Senior Fairy, we have arrived in the Realm of Chaos, please show up to see us." Qin Fengming was suspended in front of the more than 400-foot-tall temple, calling directly with a voice in his mouth.

However, what surprised Qin Fengming was that in the past, as long as the temple activated such a state, he could easily communicate with the temple's weapon spirit, but this time there was no response.

"Senior Qi Ling, please show up and see me."

The voice came up again, and it was obvious that there was tremendous magic power contained in the voice. However, the mist in the temple surged, and waves of humming echoed back from the temple, but the figure of the weapon spirit did not appear on the spot.

Looking at the mountain peaks shrouded in white mist in front of him, Qin Fengming was speechless.

He fully thought that as long as he sacrificed himself to the temple, the artifact spirit inside would be able to appear and communicate with the trapped Fairy Yao Xi. However, this chaotic world was obviously weird and the artifact spirit could not appear at all.

His mind flashed, and Qin Fengming suddenly understood something.

This world of chaos is special, and the Mihuang Xuanbao among the three realms cannot be activated in the world of chaos. Although this clan-suppressing treasure of the Horned People is not a rare thing, it is obviously suppressed by the laws of the Chaos Realm and cannot allow the weapon spirits in the temple to communicate with the outside world.

"Someone is coming, and there are quite a few of them."

Just when Qin Fengming frowned and was thinking in his heart, Qing Yu suddenly spoke quickly.

Qin Fengming's heart tightened, and he immediately pointed with his fingers. The tall temple shrank rapidly in the turbulent fluctuations, and returned to Qin Fengming's hands in an instant.

And as the huge fluctuations quickly disappeared, several rays of light appeared in the distant sky.

The colors of the escaping light were different, but they all shot towards the three people at a fast speed, like lightning. Those rays of escaping light were not hidden, but appeared clearly in the void.

Qin Fengming's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sense of vigilance surged in his heart.

The people who can come here are naturally not ordinary beings. Because this area has been regarded as the most dangerous place by the monks of the three realms.

Qing Yu and He Xuan stood beside Qin Fengming with equally serious expressions.

The sound of piercing the sky roared, and five figures stopped in front of Qin Fengming and the others.

They were four men and one woman. Among them was an old man, with a ruddy appearance but gray hair, and three long strands of beard hanging down his chest. He looked like an immortal and had a pure demeanor.

On the left side of the old man is a female nun with a cold face. She is very handsome. She looks to be in her thirties. She is wearing a moon-white dress with lines on the skirt and a light pink flower embroidered on the chest. Colorful flowers, the female nun Tingting hanging in the air, look out of this world bright and beautiful.

Next to the female cultivator, there was a male cultivator with an imposing manner and a green jade flute in his hand. He had a delicate appearance and was actually a young cultivator who looked to be only around twenty years old.

This young man looks young, but there is a murderous intention looming in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He is obviously a decisive and ruthless person.

There is also an old man on the right side of the old man. This old man is obviously a monster race. Although his appearance is half or eight times that of a human race, he has a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and thick hair on his cheeks and neck. He looks like a person of the monkey race. .

The person on the far right is a male cultivator of about forty years old. He looks clean and neat in a blue robe, with a fair face and lightning-like eyes. His whole body is filled with aura, and there are wisps of coldness emanating from him.

"Three little friends, what's the smell just now made me feel familiar?" As soon as the five of them stopped, the old man among them immediately glanced at Qin Fengming and the others, and said suddenly.

As the old man spoke, he quickly explored the surroundings with a solemn expression.

"This aura hasn't dissipated yet. Such an aura makes me feel like I haven't seen it for a long time. What is it? Please tell me three friends." The old man's eyes flashed, and there was a puzzled look on his face.

"Who are you?" Qin Fengming did not answer the old man's question, but scanned the five people, finally landed on the old man, and said.

"You three don't look like Mahayana Taoist friends in the Three Realms. Tell us about your origins." However, the five of them also did not answer Qin Fengming's question. The demon monk's eyes suddenly turned cold and he said.

He stared at the three of them, his voice strong and threatening.

"They are another group of people who rely on their old age and are too lazy to pay attention to them. Let's go and go somewhere else." Qing Yu tugged at the sleeves of Qin Fengming's robe and whispered.

Qingyu didn't send any sound, so his words naturally reached everyone's ears, and they were undoubtedly very harsh.

With such words, Qing Yu seemed to Qin Fengming to be very polite.

"Hahaha... This little girl dares to speak like this. It seems she has a background. Who is your elder master? Is he around here?"

The old man laughed, seemingly lifeless, and spoke the words while looking around.

In fact, there are not too many Mahayana in the Three Realms. Although we are in the Three Realms, it is not impossible to encounter them.

There are many very prestigious exchange meetings in the Three Realms that are dedicated to Mahayana. Such exchange meetings take place very often, usually only once every hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of years. In high-level exchange meetings, monks from the three realms still meet frequently.

Especially those Mahayana that are extremely famous in the three realms, their reputations are well known by monks from all walks of life.

Like Patriarch Jiao Wei, Fairy Yao Xi, Wu Rong and other powerful beings, there are very few Mahayana people whose names are unknown in the Three Realms.

The old man among them had a fairly easy-going temperament and didn't pay attention to Qing Yu's harsh words.

"My master is not something anyone can see if they want to." Qing Yu said, his eyes flashing with coldness.

"Hmph, the little kid is so disrespectful to his elders. It seems that he lacks discipline. Today I will educate you for your master and let you know the etiquette of respect and inferiority." The old demon clan man did not speak, and the young man felt cold for now. He snorted and said in a very unkind tone.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, as if a fight was about to break out at any time.

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