Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"Hehehe, don't think that this time you three clans have the existence of Senior Zhan, you can grab that purple token. Whoever gets it at that time will depend on the strength. It is really not enough for only a Xuan-level existence." Too safe."

The female cultivator in the early stage of trance had a sarcasm on her face, she stared at Lin Ying with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said with a giggle.

Although the female cultivator is only in the early stage, her daring to speak out in front of the middle-aged man also shows that her status should not be low in the Quefu clan.

"Then let's see who can have the last laugh." Lin Ying obviously didn't want to entangle with the other party, her jade face turned cold, and she said coldly.

"Huang Daoyou, ten years ago, my Quefu clan entrusted you with your alliance. I don't know if there is a result now?"

It seemed that the middle-aged man at the pinnacle of spirituality didn't care about the fight between the two female cultivators, but instead clasped his fists at Huang Qizhi again and said politely.

It seems that he came here not without a reason, but came here specifically for Huang Qizhi.

"Hehe, don't worry, Fellow Daoist Jin, since you have handed it over to me, the Linghan Merchant Alliance, as long as the deadline is up, it will naturally give the Quefu Clan a satisfactory result. After two years, Fellow Daoist can go to Wanhui City. The things will naturally be sent to fellow daoists.”

Huang Qizhi chuckled, and spoke very easily.He still knows the strength of the business alliance very well. He knows what the other party entrusts, and there will be dedicated people to do it, and the customers will not be disappointed.

"It's so good. If I can get something, I, the Quefu Clan, will naturally be grateful to the Linghan Merchant Alliance."

The monk surnamed Jin didn't have much conversation with Huang Qizhi, after saying a few words, he clasped his fists and left.

Seeing the three of them disappearing into the white mist ahead, Lin Ying regained her expression.Although the two parties have already reached an agreement, that agreement is only a verbal constraint.

At this point in time for the last token to come up, anything can happen.

"Two fellow daoists, it is not an easy task to fight for the purple token this time. There may be a fight at that time. Although the Quefu monks who know the two may not fight, there must be people who don't know , then the two of you should be more careful."

When Qin Fengming and the two were about to enter the mist, Lin Ying told them again.

Qin Fengming nodded, without further words, leading Huang Qizhi into the mist.

In fact, this time we reached an agreement with Patriarch Zhan Yuan to enter the ruins together, the first problem is to get the purple token first.

Without that token, although one can still enter the Sumeru Dimension, it will undoubtedly be much more difficult to find the remains of the Jayang Palace.

Therefore, Qin Fengming was naturally mentally prepared for snatching the token.

This mist is thick and cold, and when the body is submerged in it, one will feel a very strange breath sweeping the whole body, as if the body has a feeling of being in a void.

This feeling is obviously a kind of space atmosphere.

Sensing this kind of feeling pervading all around, Qin Fengming was even more curious about the Sumeru Space in his heart.To be able to cover tens of thousands of miles in this kind of mist is enough to show how huge the Xumi space is.

When the consciousness was released, Qin Fengming felt that within a radius of one or two thousand miles, he could still clearly sense it.

Judging by his state of mind and soul at the moment, if he is an ordinary cultivator at the peak of spiritual power, he can detect a range of one or two hundred miles with all his strength, which is already extraordinary.

And if it is an ordinary person in the early or middle stage of psychic power, it is even worse, I am afraid that they can only detect fifty or sixty miles.The distance of his spiritual detection is far better than others, which is already an insurmountable advantage.

The fog is thick, which greatly hinders the consciousness, but also contains a cold breath.Although this kind of icy cold is hardly a threat to the cultivator, it still requires the cultivator to constantly drive his own mana to resist.

"Friend Huang Daoist, we are waiting here for the token to appear."

After flying thousands of miles into the mist, Qin Fengming stopped on a mountain peak, turned around and spoke to Huang Qizhi beside him.

Since you don't know which direction the token will fly to, just look for a place and wait.

Naturally, Huang Qizhi had no objection, he came here this time just to make soy sauce.He knew the strength of the young monk beside him, even if he really came across that token, the chance of him being able to help him was not very great.

Qin Fengming did not arrange any prohibition, but directly found a huge rock on the mountain peak, and sat down cross-legged.

This fog-shrouded place has a radius of tens of thousands of miles, such a large area, but the number of monks may not even be a hundred.And the consciousness cannot reach far, and there are not many opportunities for monks to meet each other.

In fact, even if you meet other monks, there will not be many people who are willing to fight.

Everyone came here with only one goal, and that was the purple token.Before seeing the token, naturally no one wants to make more troubles.

Two days later, a sound transmission talisman flashed out of the thick fog, and after a flash, it stopped silently in front of Qin Fengming.

"The purple token has appeared, heading to the southeast." The token was activated, and the words of Patriarch Zhan Yuan rang in Qin Fengming's ears.

Hearing the sound transmission from Patriarch Zhan Yuan, Qin Fengming's expression was shocked.

If the mountain gate is located in the center of the mist, then the two of them are now in the southeast direction that Patriarch Zhan Yuan said.

It's just that the area of ​​this cloudy fog covers tens of thousands of miles, and there is still an extremely large area to be found in the southeast direction.

"Huang Daoyou, the flying direction of the token should be where we are, but we need to find and intercept it. This is Qin's sound transmission talisman. You and I will work separately. If you encounter it, send the sound transmission talisman immediately."

Of course, Qin Fengming couldn't bring Huang Qizhi to act together, because of the speed alone, Huang Qizhi couldn't keep up.Therefore, after handing over the two sound transmission talismans to the other party, Qin Fengming shot away first.

Looking at the direction where Qin Fengming's figure disappeared in an instant, Huang Qizhi couldn't help sighing.

Dare to fly away at such a speed in such a foggy place, it is really not something he can do.You must know that the fog here is thick and has great resistance. The faster the speed, the greater the resistance the monk himself will receive.

Flying away at Qin Fengming's speed just now, Huang Qizhi knew in his heart that he couldn't do it.

I'm afraid that as soon as the speed rises, his own flesh and blood will be crushed by the terrifying obstruction force.

Being in a place shrouded in mist, Qin Fengming could still bear this kind of hindrance with his tough physical body.While the figure was flashing, the spiritual consciousness was released with all its strength.A radius of one or two thousand miles was shrouded in his consciousness.

But just when he flew three or four thousand miles away, a sound transmission talisman appeared in front of him again.

"Zhan was besieged by several Quefu monks, and the purple token was handed over to fellow Taoists to snatch it." Pointing to the sound transmission symbol, a rapid voice resounded in his ears.

The person who transmitted the sound was still Patriarch Zhan Yuan.