Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

The battle between the two sides can be said to be as swift as lightning and flint. From Qin Fengming's trap in the illusion to the sacrifice of the temple and breaking out, it took only a dozen breaths.

He was able to escape from the powerful secret technique of a psychic monk so quickly, relying on the power of the temple and the restraining effect of Qin Fengming's own clear and clear eyes on the phantom formation.

If it's another gathering monk, trapped in the phantom formation created by the Lingxue Illusory Art, let alone breaking the formation, even stalemate in it, whether it can be done is a matter of debate.

"Lingbao, the old man also has one, so let you see it." Facing the heavy pressure of the tall mountain, Cui Zhenhai's expression was still calm, and he did not show the slightest worry.Seeing that the mountain peak was blocked by his own secret technique, his expression relaxed, and he opened his mouth lightly.

In the voice of the words, a group of black awns flashed on the spot, and a majestic energy was displayed.

As the vitality of the heavens and the earth gathered rapidly, a bell rang instantly and resounded on the spot.

Of course, Qin Fengming knew a lot about Bingli Palace. He knew that Bingli Palace had a chaotic spirit treasure, the Cold Sky Clock.Although Han Tianzhong is very low on the spirit treasure list, it can be listed as a chaos spirit treasure, and its power is naturally powerful.

Seeing the display of majestic icy energy and the sound of bells ringing at this time, Qin Fengming was also shocked.

With the rapid locking of the consciousness, the nervousness eased immediately.

Although the energy fluctuations of this gigantic clock treasure flashed with enormous power, it did not reveal the slightest aura of chaos. It was obviously an imitation of a spirit treasure.

"This is just an imitation spirit treasure, so it can't scare Qin."

"To deal with a mere congregation junior in your area, the old man will need to sacrifice the real chaotic spirit treasure. This imitation of the cold sky bell is enough to defeat your imitation spirit treasure."

As the patriarch of Bingli Palace, Cui Zhenhai didn't want to fight hard like other old monsters. Facing Qin Fengming, although he showed anger, his words were not too harsh.

As the sound of his words sounded, a group of black awns flashed wildly, and a huge black clock as large as Zhang Xu was revealed.When the giant clock was revealed, a chilly aura that was two points colder than Cui Zhenhai's secret technique just now permeated the air.

"Dang!~~" A bell rang through.A series of sound waves visible to the naked eye diffused from the giant clock.

The sound waves filled the air, and wherever they passed, the air was condensed, as if frozen on the spot.

Cui Zhenhai didn't pause at all, as the imitation spirit treasure of Han Tianzhong was activated, his spiritual thoughts rushed out, and under the rapid movement of his fingers, the magic weapon of the giant clock disappeared with a whoosh.With a surge of icy cold breath, it suddenly flashed out from a distance of tens of feet away from Qin Fengming.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!~~" A bell rang, and it resounded immediately.

As the bell resounded, huge cyan sharp blades several feet in length suddenly flashed out of the giant clock, flashed one after another in the air, and slashed towards Qin Fengming who was standing in the white mist amidst the whizzing sound.

Before the sharp blade could reach him, a powerful imprisoning force had already swept in.

Looking at the sharp blades, Qin Fengming couldn't help squinting his eyes.The sharp blade transformed by this sound wave carried so much power that he thought it would be difficult to resist with his means at this time.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Fengming's figure flashed, and he disappeared on the spot.

Although there is a powerful confinement force emerging, it will naturally not affect him in the slightest under the shroud of white mist in the temple.

After the body disappeared in a flash, a majestic mana also gushed out from Qin Fengming's body, and quickly poured into the huge mountain.

The white mist rolled rapidly, and the thick mist quickly gathered towards the location where the sharp blade was slashing.

Facing the imitation Lingbao attack driven by a psychic cultivator, Qin Fengming didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!~~" Amidst the huge bang sound, the tall mountain with a height of tens of feet suddenly trembled violently.The rapid Weng Ming resounded, and Qin Fengming, who had appeared, couldn't help being horrified.

At this moment, the tall temple that he relied on so much revealed a feeling of being out of his control.

With both hands making quick moves, the swaying tall mountain finally stabilized slightly.

There is no doubt that the temple is powerful, but Qin Fengming still cannot fully arouse the full power of the temple at this time. In this way, under the powerful attack of a psychic monk, the temple finally became unstable.

Seeing this scene, Qin Fengming's complexion finally changed with surprise.If the temple can't protect him, then he is really in an extremely dangerous situation.

With a swipe of the hand, a group of emerald green flames flew out quickly, and after being stretched in the air, the sound of dragons singing, birds singing and beasts roaring suddenly resounded.

Under the flash of several huge figures, five figures flew out, flying towards the sharp blades transformed by the giant clock.Suddenly, the shrill birdsong and beast roar resounded.

The Ghost Devouring Fire is the trump card that Qin Fengming relies on very much.

But at this time, in the face of the imitation Lingbao attack offered by a psychic cultivator, the Ghost Devouring Fire, which he relied on so much, was no longer so sharp.Except for the huge green dragon and the fire fox force beast that can completely resist the opponent's slashing by virtue of their own tenacity, the sun bird, fire crow and miasma bird can't fully make achievements.

Under the attack of the icy sharp blades transformed by the sound waves, every time the three firebirds touched, they would be scattered and turned into scattered fireballs.

But under the blessing of Qin Fengming's magic power regardless of the cost, the three firebirds can be restored to their original state in an instant.

Although the ghost fire cannot completely resist the attack of Han Tianzhong's imitation spirit treasure, but with the resistance of the ghost fire, the power of the sharp blade has been greatly reduced when it slashes on the temple.

After this fight, Qin Fengming finally knew the frightening methods of the psychic cultivator.

If it weren't for the powerful restraint effect of the ghost fire on the attack of the ice-cold attribute, if it were replaced by other secret techniques, it would be absolutely impossible to resist the opponent's imitation spirit treasure attack.

At this moment, Qin Fengming couldn't help feeling angry.The mana in the body surged, and the hands were once again slapped together.A red and blue sword several feet long was revealed, and he grabbed it in his hand.

Under the rapid rotation of the long sword, several sword blades flashed out, and after being stretched in the air, they formed a blossoming sword lotus, and quickly covered the huge cold sky bell imitation spirit treasure.

Of course, it is impossible for the Xuanwei Qingyan sword to resist the opponent's imitation spirit treasure, but with the defense of Duoduo Jianlian, it can naturally offset part of its power.

With the revealing of the sword lotus, under the urging of Qin Fengming's divine sense, the ghost-eating ghost fire already dodged away, spread out in the air, and flew towards Cui Zhenhai who was watching the battle below.

At this moment, Qin Fengming thought it was impossible for Han Tianzhong to imitate Lingbao's attack.

But as long as he can seriously injure Cui Zhenhai, who is still shrouded under the tall mountain, he can naturally win this battle.

"The junior really surprised the old man. He even has the magic flame secret technique in his body, but if he wants to use the magic flame to transform the monster to do whatever he wants, the junior's thinking is too simple."

Seeing several monsters transformed by magic flames with various powers rushing towards him, Cui Zhenhai snorted coldly, opened his mouth without moving a bit, and a cold light flashed out.

The majestic vitality of the world surged, and a huge ring magic weapon exuding a terrifying aura flashed on the spot.