Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming became increasingly uneasy as his figure flew away. He always felt that this trip was a bit strange, which made him feel that this trip would be extremely unstable.

If you think about it carefully, it will make people feel that this matter is very strange and full of doubts.

Yuan Ming's status in the Qianhun Palace is not low. Logically speaking, even if the Heavenly Ghost Holy Master of the Xuangui Palace realizes that the Holy Ancestor Xuangui has a back-up plan, he should send his confidants to take action. Generally speaking, he will not invite outsiders and use the help of others. To deal with such secret matters.

However, this was not the case. Not only did they arrange means for many monks to participate, but they also attracted Yuan Ming to participate. Such a situation was strange and surprising.

Qin Fengming's mind flashed, and he had a feeling that the Mahayana who came this time was not just Yuan Ming and Qiliang Saint Ancestor, but there must be others. The number may not be one or two.

Qin Fengming was not worried about this. In situations where the enemy is overt and we are covert, he is fully confident that he can leave safely.

The group of twenty people was so powerful and filled with aura that they passed by. Even if there were ghosts and ghosts, they would instinctively dodge, and not many dared to show up to intercept them.

However, after the group of people fled for three days, the four people from Yuan and Ming who were leading the way suddenly stopped.

Everyone stopped and looked at the solemn-faced Yuan Ming and the others, all of whom were puzzled.

Just when Yuan Ming and others stopped, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a chill on his back. He suddenly felt that the fog hundreds of miles ahead to his left became intense.

Being shrouded in the mist of the Wraith Mountains, even the spiritual consciousness of a monk at the top of the Xuan level can only detect two to three hundred miles.

The area where the abnormality occurred at this moment was too far away and no one could sense it.

"There should be a wraith disaster, and the scope seems to be quite large. Even if we dodge now, we can no longer do it. We are surrounded by wraiths and ghosts."

Yuan Ming's expression suddenly became solemn, his eyes were stern, and he said in a deep voice.

"How can we encounter the ghost disaster? It is expected that the ghost disaster will not appear for another twenty or thirty years?" Everyone's expressions changed with shock, and they all questioned.

However, no one could doubt it, and soon everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they realized that the two to three hundred miles in front of them had been obscured by the surging ghost mist.

Amidst the dark fog sweeping across the sky, ghosts with grotesque shapes and solid bodies roared and shot towards everyone.

"You must know how difficult ghosts are to deal with.

Now that we have encountered it, we must break through the blockade of ghosts and ghosts. No one from below should hide their secrets, use all their strength, and work together to carve out a path. "Yuan Ming's face was gloomy and he said coldly.

As he spoke, four skeleton puppets appeared in front of him.

These four puppets were obviously at the peak of the Xuan level. Each of them held a huge dark machete. Their bodies were filled with aura. As the giant blades danced, they flew directly forward.

The black-clothed monk also waved his hand, and dozens of mysterious ghosts appeared, howling and flying forward.

Both of them obviously did not want to reveal their own strength, so they both resorted to external objects.

The remaining people had no scruples and used their own methods. Various magic weapons appeared. The mist surged into the sky, and the violent aura swept across. They followed Yuan and Ming and flew forward.

Qin Fengming was still following behind the crowd, holding a steel whip in his hand that seemed to have no special aura, chasing the crowd and flying forward.

Of course, Qin Fengming wouldn't worry about ghosts and ghosts. He really wanted to stop and capture a few of them to see if the golden bite could swallow them.

Therefore, he deliberately lagged behind. Almost as soon as everyone was swept away by the ghost mist, he was already hundreds of feet away from everyone.

Qin Fengming's move did not attract the attention of other monks. It was impossible for everyone to have Qin Fengming's leisure at this moment.

Those among the crowd who knew about the terror caused by ghosts and ghosts naturally followed the people of Yuan and Ming with all their strength, not daring to fall behind. And those who do not understand the horror of disaster will not be cautious when seeing the expressions of other monks.

Almost no one paid attention to the fact that an early Xuan-level monk fell behind him and was swept away by many ghosts and ghosts.

Qin Fengming's body was submerged in the army of ghosts and ghosts, and his face became slightly solemn at first. However, it only took a moment for the expression on his face to return to calmness.

These grotesque ghosts, emitted by the Golden Devouring Aura, actually fled three or four feet away from his body.

The aura on Jinbite's body is also effective against these ghosts without intelligence.

Relaxing in his heart, Qin Fengming immediately waved his arm, and an arm like a horned dragon appeared out of thin air, suddenly thrust into the group of ghosts and ghosts, and a sharp claw flashed, directly catching a ghost in front of him.

"Well, Golden Eater is not picky about these ghosts!" Qin Fengming was pleasantly surprised that these ghost ghosts can be devoured and refined by Golden Eater.

Feeling relaxed in his heart, Qin Fengming suddenly showed a smile on his face.

To others, the Ghost Mountains are terrifying, but to Qin Fengming, this is a rare benefit. The more ghosts there are, the more attractive they are to him.

With the help of the golden breath, Qin Fengming began to travel back and forth among the ghosts and ghosts all over the mountains and plains, and began to capture the ghosts.

Suddenly, Qin Fengming's body suddenly stopped on the spot, his eyes flashed, and a surprised look suddenly appeared on his face.

He actually felt a familiar aura sweeping through the mist of ghosts that filled the sky.

However, before he could identify it carefully, a feeling of coldness suddenly appeared all over his body. He suddenly felt a terrifying aura coming over him, as if he was being targeted by something terrifying and powerful.

It's just that the feeling of terror goes away as quickly as it comes.

Soon, the familiar aura and terrifying feeling disappeared, as if they had never appeared before. Qin Fengming was suspicious and quickly sensed the surroundings with all his strength, but he couldn't sense anything at all.

After a while, Qin Fengming stopped paying attention to what he sensed and began to collect ghosts and ghosts.

Countless ghosts were taken into the magic circle in the Xumi space by Qin Fengming while he was in a daze, and large swaths of ghosts disappeared. His body was like a huge black hole, and all the ghosts in the mountains he passed seemed to be sucked in out of thin air.

Amidst the countless ghosts and ghosts that cover the sky and the sun, the monks' spiritual consciousness cannot go very far at all. This allows Qin Fengming not to worry about being noticed by others.

The realms of these ghosts are different, some are comparable to Xuan-level beings, and some are only at the level of ghost generals.

Qin Fengming swung a sword, but he was unable to kill a ghost in the Ghost Lord realm with one blow. As the mist swept across, the body of the ghost that had been chopped in half instantly regrouped without any damage at all.

To kill these ghosts, special means must be used, which not only consumes mana energy, but also consumes a lot of soul energy.

Qin Fengming certainly has the means to kill these ghosts, but he is reluctant to kill these ghosts at will, which will be of great use to him.

Qin Fengming has never seen what the ghost crystal is. Now his interest is not in the ghost crystals, but in trying to collect as many of these ghosts as possible.

The target of this wave of ghosts and ghosts was obviously not the crowd. Although a large number of ghosts deliberately surrounded the crowd, a larger number swept past and swarmed away into the distance.

Even so, the ghosts all over the mountains and plains continued for several hours before they left this world.

The vast ocean-like ghostly ghosts moved away, and the golden aura quickly disappeared.

Qin Fengming rushed into the remaining ghosts and ghosts, removed the armor's majestic magic power, and allowed the ghosts to bite them. The body was in tatters, even the armor on the body had been deliberately damaged in several places, and flesh and blood appeared on the exposed skin, which was very bloody and tragic.

Qin Fengming slashed with the steel whip in his hand and fled from the group of ghosts, looking very embarrassed.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Fei managed to survive until now with one person's strength?" As Qin Fengming's figure flew away, a voice of surprise suddenly rang out in the mist that was still fighting in the distance.

There was a loud bang, and each ghost ghost was killed on the spot.

The figures appeared, all of them pale. Although their bodies were not as shocking as Qin Fengming's, there were many scars on their bodies.

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