The old ghost cultivator did not start a fight with Qin Fengming here, but turned around and paddled away in one direction. It seemed that his whole body was not shaking, but his speed was extremely fast, and he was thousands of feet away in the blink of an eye.
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Qin Fengming's body of magic surged, and his whole body flashed with colorful light, and he followed closely.
He stopped and looked at the gathering monks who were following him. The old ghost cultivator also showed caution in his eyes. He made a hand seal with his hands, and black mist suddenly spewed out from his body.
He was cautious and suspicious by nature, and when he saw Qin Fengming following him without any signs of strangeness, he naturally couldn't help but feel vigilant in his heart.
The ghost cultivator had not seen Qin Fengming come out - Pig - Pig - Island - Novel} {hand, and of course he would not have known that Qin Fengming's methods were very restrained against the ghosts and ghosts. Green light flashed in his eyes, and a strange look flashed across his body.
The fog rolled down, and the ghost cultivator suddenly disappeared on the spot.
Being in this densely foggy place, Qin Fengming was already on alert.
The blue light flashed in his eyes, which had already shrouded the ghost cultivator in the mist. But what shocked him was that as the mist surrounding the ghost cultivator surged, the ghost cultivator suddenly disappeared inside.
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However, under the gaze of Qin Fengming's divine consciousness and Lingqing's divine eyes, he did not even see the movement trajectory of the ghost cultivator.
This is the first time Qin Fengming has encountered such a situation since he started cultivating immortality. It was as if the ghost cultivator suddenly turned into mist and dissipated in the mist.
Suddenly, a thick fog suddenly appeared behind Qin Fengming, and the figure of the ghost cultivator appeared out of thin air, making no sound.
As soon as it was revealed, a pair of sharp claws flashed with murderous green light, and they clawed at Qin Fengming's back and straight to the heart.
"Stab!~~" A rapid sound broke through the air, and Qin Fengming's body-protecting aura, under the sharp claws of the ghost cultivator, was like a sharp blade cutting through the water, without any hindrance being revealed.
As the ghost cultivator moved his hands forward quickly, a smile appeared on the ghost cultivator's face.
But just when the smile on his face had not fully bloomed, a short and long blade wrapped in red light suddenly appeared in front of him.
The red light flashed and was attacking the young monk's hands with great force. A cold feeling appeared, and then he felt that his hands were empty, and the front of his arms had disappeared without a trace.
Above the empty arms, two palms that had been cultivated for tens of thousands of years were cut off instantly by red awns.
"Hmph, trying to sneak attack on your young master is really a dream. Tsk!~~"
Amidst a cold snort, a light sneer suddenly entered Gui Xiu's ears.
Accompanied by a strange sound wave, a strange energy directly invaded the sea of consciousness of ghosts and spirits, and the power of the majestic soul suddenly burst out. The sea of ghosts and consciousness, which was originally calm, was like a sudden violent wind.
Suddenly, huge waves began to surge into the sky.
The powerful soul of the ghost cultivator was swept away by the suddenly violent sea of consciousness and was immediately stagnated.
The entire body suddenly lost any consciousness and was sluggish on the spot.
As soon as his body turned, just when the ghost cultivator had just woken up, several magic formulas had already invaded his body. The sea of consciousness fell silent, and the sea of alchemy then became as if it was solidified by some kind of substance.
It is difficult to mobilize the slightest bit.
"Ah! You...you..." Suddenly sensing such a change in his body, the old ghost cultivator standing on the stone ground finally became extremely frightened.
How could he have thought that he, a person in the realm of divine connection, has powerful supernatural powers. In this ghostly and foggy land, even if he encounters a person in the middle stage of spiritual connection, he can tangle with him or kill him with powerful means.
Killing is not an accident.
However, when faced with a cultivator at the top of the Convergence Summit, his hands were cut off without even passing a single glance, and his body was imprisoned on the spot by the opponent.
If he hadn't personally experienced it, as a ghost cultivator who had survived for tens of thousands of years, he would never have believed what he saw in front of him.
What frightened him even more was that the majestic divine soul power invaded the sea of consciousness just now. He clearly felt a divine soul energy that was much more powerful than his own soul that was in the mid-level realm of divine connection.
Looking at the young monk in front of him, the spirit cultivator actually felt a sense of fear in his heart.
He is cautious and suspicious by nature, and generally never takes risks. If he had not known that he would not be able to survive the ninety-five heavenly tribulations, given his nature, he would never have come to break into the Wind Demon Tower.
Although he fell into it, by chance, he managed to retain a trace of his spiritual wisdom. Although it was not enough to restore his sanity, but with that ray of foundation and practicing in this mist that contained the aura of a real ghost,
Spiritual wisdom gradually emerged, and finally he awakened.
It was also because of his cautious nature that he avoided the danger of being killed time and time again in this space, until the monks arrived.
But just when he thought he could see the light of day again, as long as he killed two aggregation monks effortlessly, he could wait for the teleportation to open, escape from this prison, and then let him roam freely in the sea and the sky. A sudden change made him unable to do anything no matter what.
Difficult to accept.
"Huh, Qin said before that even if you don't tell Qin, Qin will find out the answer by himself."
Falling down, looking at the old ghost cultivator who was sluggish and missing his hands, Qin Fengming said lightly without any hint of joy on his face.
Being able to capture and kill the spirit cultivator, Qin Fengming had already made up his mind. But he had never thought that it would be such an easy thing.
When he thought about it, he would definitely have a big fight with the cultivator of gods and ghosts.
But the old ghost cultivator wanted to die himself, and actually wanted to use his strange body skills and powerful supernatural powers to attack him directly and kill him. In this way, he played into Qin Fengming's plan.
Physical attacks and close-range fights were the fight scenes that Qin Fengming wanted to see the most for Qin Fengming, who had experienced the strange aura of dragon bones.
Qin Fengming was naturally familiar with the methods of ghost cultivators, and knew that in this mist-filled place, it was difficult for the opponent's movements to be judged by common sense. Therefore, after entering the ninth level, he directly sacrificed the Liuying Sword out of his body.
He did not ask to use this magic weapon to attack and kill those ghosts, but just let them protect himself.
At this time, the Liuying Sword, after being tempered by the Xuanguang Crystal, was so sharp that Qin Fengming was confident that even his own body could not withstand it. If the defensive shield offered by the aggregation cultivator could withstand the attack of the Liuying Sword, would it be able to withstand it?
, which are also two different things.
The Flowing Fire Sword is extremely special and extremely sharp. It ignores the monk's protective body and can greatly restrain the body's defense. Without the ghost cultivator being unsuspecting, two ghost claws were cut off.
What a shock.
As he spoke, Qin Fengming ignored the old ghost cultivator's shock and waved his hand out, taking him in front of him without any hesitation.
The right hand probed and without any hesitation, it directly covered the ghost cultivator's head.
He didn't hesitate and directly used the secret soul-searching technique on the ghost cultivator who was in the realm of spiritual communication.
After a long cup of tea, Qin Fengming retracted his palm, and an extremely solemn look spread over his young face.