Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

The Soul-devouring Beast was originally refined from the spirit of the Yin Soul Beast.

Although the ghost beast also likes to eat ghosts, it does not have the powerful aura of the soul-devouring beast.If it was a ghost beast at this time, then naturally the ghosts and ghosts around would not be so quiet and let it be devoured by the other party.

With the characteristics of ghosts, no matter how high the level of the ghost beast is, under the brutality and ignorance, the ghosts will definitely swarm up, and they will come forward and bite without fear of death.

Seeing the Soul-devouring Beast devouring it comfortably among the densely packed ghosts and ghosts, Qin Fengming felt relaxed. Without the existence of gathering ghosts, in this enclosed space, the Soul-devouring Beast naturally had nothing to worry Qin Fengming about.

With a movement of his body, he flew away in one direction.

Wherever he passed, thousands of ghosts and ghosts flew in front of him, intending to trap and kill Qin Fengming on the spot.

Faced with these mindless spirits, Qin Fengming also frowned slightly. The clear sword light can naturally kill these weak ghosts completely, but for Qin Fengming at this time, killing these spirits will not do him any good.

If killed by him in large numbers, the Soul-devouring Beast will lose a large amount of soul to devour it.This is not Qin Fengming's wish.

With a wave of his hand, he sacrificed the cup of chaotic purple energy, and more than a dozen bands of purple light appeared, shaking and interspersed rapidly, guarding him in a radius of tens of feet around him, preventing the spirits from approaching.

Needless to say, the purple light belt is sharp, but its blow cannot directly kill the ghosts, it just sweeps the Taoist spirits aside to make way for the passage.

Although Qin Fengming didn't move very fast, he still leaped over a thousand miles away.

Looking at the border covered by a thick layer of black mist in front of him, and the incantation patterns looming in the mist, Qin Fengming's eyebrows also raised slightly.

With his knowledge, he can't see that the edge of this enclosed space is protected by a layer of tough walls, just looking at the majestic energy contained in the dark mist and the flashing Dao Dao runes , Qin Fengming's heart tightened immediately.

Since this soul clock is an imitation spirit treasure, its rune spells are naturally powerful.

And the location of this place, presumably, should be an area of ​​the Soul Requiem Bell for storing ghosts. If the barrier wall is not tough, then it is really too low-level as an imitation spirit treasure.

Standing in front of the shield wall, although he knew in his heart that even if it was an attack, it would be impossible to break through with his ability, but Qin Fengming still swung his hands out, and immediately hundreds of huge clear sword lights several feet long flashed out, swarming towards Yin The forest wall covered with fog.

The colorful horses flashed fiercely, and they touched the wall wrapped in mist in an instant.

What surprised Qin Fengming was that hundreds of clear sword lights shot away, and the momentum was so shocking that even a cultivator who gathered the peak would definitely not dare to face the peak directly.But after such a huge wave of attack submerged into the mist, it didn't even make a single sound, and just disappeared without a trace.

Even the ability to devour magic weapons that is stronger than that of the temple seems to be slightly worse than what I saw at this time.

"Hey, this Soul Requiem Bell is really extraordinary. It can block Qin's attack so easily. It seems that it is difficult to break through the barrier with conventional methods."

Seeing that only the black light was flickering, and his attack disappeared, Qin Fengming couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

Looking at the misty wall in front of him, a trace of haze appeared on his young face.

He can accept being trapped here for a while, but if he is always trapped in this closed space, it will definitely not be a good thing for Qin Fengming.

The purity of the yin qi here seems to be no worse than the place where the yin qi permeates in the realm of ghosts and souls, but to Qin Fengming, it is difficult to say that he can advance to the level of It is naturally necessary to find a way to get out of this place in the realm of the gods.

Looking at the thick fog in front of him, Qin Fengming sank into it and scanned carefully, hoping to find the weak point in this space.

But to his disappointment, the location here is the same as in the original temple, and there is no abnormality at all.If you want to leave, you can only think of it as the owner.

Standing still, Qin Fengming's expression was gloomy, with fierce eyes flashing in his eyes.

After a cup of tea, Qin Fengming's expression returned to normal, his eyes flickered with perseverance, his body flashed, and he flew towards the Soul-devouring Beast.

At this time, he no longer thought about how to break through the wall of space.

Since Ghost Network has absorbed 2000 million ghosts into this space, he will definitely go to the so-called soul lake and sacrifice these ghosts in the soul lake.

At that time, the Soul Bell will be released naturally.Only then can he leave this place safely.

If he wants to understand this verse, Qin Fengming naturally doesn't have to worry about anything.

As soon as he arrived at the Soul-devouring Beast, the state of the little yellow beast in front of him shocked Qin Fengming's heart.

In less than half an hour, the little yellow beast with a little bit of gold on its body was already covered with most of the golden hair.As the laser moves, it is like a golden ball rolling.

Although the little beast's current state and aura did not change much.But Qin Fengming glanced with his spiritual sense, and could still find that the little beast's body was already filled with soul energy.

In less than half an hour, Qin Fengming had no way of finding out how many ghosts the Soul-devouring Beast had swallowed.

Under the connection of mind and mind, he didn't feel any discomfort from the little beast. Although Qin Fengming was a little worried, he didn't take any action to stop it.

Time passed slowly, Qin Fengming stopped beside the Soul-devouring Beast, and did not move any more.

At this time, there are thousands of ghost cultivators in the ghost network in the place where the immortals are buried, and it can be said that the horror in their hearts is beyond words.

Ever since Qin Fengming broke the magic circle that imprisoned the ghosts, 3000 to [-] million ghosts, as well as ghosts in the Ghost Commander Realm who had bodies but failed to produce spiritual intelligence, flew away in all directions like a river breaking a dike.

Ghost Network powerfully drives the Soul Requiem Bell, but only [-]% of the [-]% is forcibly incorporated into the Soul Relief Bell. Seeing tens of thousands of ghosts and ghosts roaring away in the red mist, everyone in Ghost Network felt helpless. pole.

Under the nourishment of the red mist, those ghosts have become extremely ferocious. With the help of the magic circle, they can restrain the ghosts, but without the magic circle to restrain them, those ruthless ghosts who have no sense, even if they are ghost monks, come forward. It will also swarm up and attack wantonly.

If he is attacked by hundreds of ghosts led by a few handsome ghosts, even a ghost monk may fall into it.

Guiluo and other cultivators in the realm of ghosts, who watched tens of thousands of ghosts go away, gathered together with extremely gloomy faces.But everyone didn't realize at this time that the journey below them was several times more unbearable than losing tens of millions of ghosts.

Nearly 2000 million ghosts were taken into the confined space by the Soul Requiem Bell, and thousands of ghost cultivators quickly gathered around Ghost Network.

Glancing at the people present, Guiluo's face was gloomy, exuding an oppressive aura, and he didn't say much. With a shout, and with a wave of his hand, the three only surviving monks at the top of the Ghost Monarch controlled the Soul Bell. The monk flew deep into the place where the immortals were buried.