Qin Fengming's divine soul realm, even if both babies have advanced to the middle stage of spiritual connection at this time, is still far inferior to the ancestor spirit of Yunxiao at this moment.
If it weren't for the fact that Patriarch Yunxiao's own soul energy was greatly lacking at this time, and the Xuanwei Shangqing Jue technique itself had a powerful effect in restraining ghosts and ghosts, it would have been impossible for him to resist the opponent's wave so easily.
Huge soul energy confinement attack.
"No wonder I have the courage to confront me. It turns out that your own soul realm has reached such a level. However, just relying on the realm of soul, I can hardly be my opponent. Now I will give you another chance. Are you willing to obediently put that soul in your hands?"
Hand over the body?"
The surprise in the condensed soul's eyes only lasted for a moment, and then his expression condensed and immediately turned gloomy.
"Well, since the senior wants to use force, then you can take action. If the senior can capture the junior, naturally there is no need to ask any more questions. If the junior kills the senior directly here and there, then there will be no more questions.
That's what I said." Qin Fengming smiled slightly and answered very calmly.
As soon as he said this, he had made it clear that he intended to fight with the peak Xuan-level spirit in front of him.
"Okay, I will do as you wish." Seeing such an ignorant provocation from the young man in front of him, Jinghun's face immediately darkened like water, and he snorted coldly.
As the word "good" came out of the soul, Qin Fengming, who was standing still, flashed out his hands. With his fingers moving rapidly, hundreds of colorful sword blades suddenly flashed out, like a thick multicolored torrent, towards the person dozens of feet away.
The spirit monks swept away.
This place is located in an underground cave. The area of the cave is not very wide, maybe not even a hundred feet wide. In such a fight, it can be said that the actions of both sides were greatly suppressed.
Even if the magic weapon is sacrificed, it will be difficult to exert its full effect.
For Qin Fengming, Qing Yan Sword Art is undoubtedly the most suitable method for fighting in such a place.
Feeling the sudden appearance of hundreds of colorful sword blades, Yunxiao Ancestor Spirit couldn't help but shrink his pupils suddenly. He immediately felt the terrifying power contained in those sword blades. The power was strange, as if it was against the ghosts.
Physical cultivators have extremely powerful restraint effects.
Although the other party was only in the middle stage of the realm of divine connection, the situation that occurred after his attack was something that even the monks in the peak realm of divine penetration could not match in the memory of Patriarch Yunxiao.
In this small space, the Qingyan sword blades, in the flash of colorful rays of light, carried aura that almost instantly swept away the majestic soul energy that originally filled the cave.
Facing this wave of multi-colored sword attacks that had a great restraint effect on the energy and aura of the ghosts, Patriarch Yunxiao's heart sank.
The veins on his neck popped out, and he let out a cold snort. Under his cold eyes, ten streaks of gray mist appeared again, crisscrossing in the air, and heading towards the colorful sword blades.
The two sides came into contact instantly, and a series of popping sounds resounded throughout the cave.
The majestic energy stirred, and bursts of dull roars also sounded immediately. The stone walls around the cave suddenly collapsed, and pieces of gravel fell down as the majestic energy swept away.
They turned into dust one after another, dispersed and disappeared on the spot.
"Senior, it's really hard to defeat Qin just by relying on this method. I wonder if there are any more powerful methods?" The colorful glow dissipated, and Qin Fengming stood on the spot, with a faint smile on his face, a look of wind.
Qingyun said with a calm look.
After some actions, Qin Fengming already had a clear understanding of his own methods at this moment.
Xuanwei Shangqing Jue has a great restraint effect on ghosts and ghosts.
After he advanced in cultivation, his ability to restrain ghosts became even greater. At this time, facing a powerful spirit attack from a peak Xuan level, although Qing Yan's sword blade was still at a disadvantage, with its instantaneous effect, it actually
He was in a stalemate with the opponent's powerful attack method.
Moreover, Qin Fengming had already seen the ancestor spirit of Yunxiao standing opposite, and his eyebrows were frowning at this moment.
It was obvious that Patriarch Yunxiao, who was a clone of the Mahayana, really could not have imagined that as a monk in the middle stage of spiritual enlightenment, he could successfully resist this wave of attacks.
The distance between the two sides is only seventy or eighty feet. At such a distance, the attacks of both sides can be described as lightning.
Even if there is a slight mistake in response, you will be attacked by the opponent.
However, Yunxiao's Ancestor Spirit was unable to break through the blockade of the opponent's multi-colored swords despite the full force of his attack. This alone shocked him greatly.
As a Mahayana clone, the attacks he knows how to use his soul to sacrifice are naturally not ordinary methods.
There is no need to say much about the power of a method that can easily kill the ghosts of the gods. But such a powerful attack, but with such results in front of Qin Fengming, how could this not surprise the ancestor of Yunxiao.
"Younger, don't be complacent, I will make it hard for you to laugh now." Facing Qin Fengming's provocative words, Yunxiao Ancestor's eyes flashed coldly, he made a hand seal, and said a cold word in his mouth.
Before he could finish his words, a majestic cold breath suddenly filled the cave.
The cave within a few tens of feet suddenly seemed to have become an ice cave, and the temperature inside instantly dropped below the freezing point.
And as the cold breath surged, the cold breath became stronger and stronger.
In an instant, a horrifying sound of crunching and exploding resounded throughout the vast cave. A rustling sound resounded from the ceiling above the head, and pieces of gravel suddenly fell from above.
As the terrifying icy temperature in the cave continued to drop, the rocks in the cave suddenly became unable to withstand the erosion of the ice and became no longer solid.
Feeling the sudden coldness, Qin Fengming's expression was calm, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Qin Fengming has experienced cold environments many times.
The most icy cold situation was undoubtedly the one we encountered on the Black Mist Island in the dark sea. With that kind of icy coldness, Qin Fengming imagined that even if a Xuan-level being encountered it, he would only perish.
The coldness in front of me was far worse than the coldness of the cold pool in the Ice Valley.
A layer of green flames lingered on his body, and Qin Fengming's expression became more calm and calm.
"You actually have the magical power of magic flames. I really underestimate you. But this attack of mine is not just cold." Jinghun's cold words sounded, and a group of icy aura suddenly condensed in front of him.
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The majestic ice-cold energy swept across, and the ice-cold energy in the entire cave suddenly gathered in front of him.
A huge transparent spherical object suddenly appeared in front of the spirit as the majestic icy energy gathered rapidly.
The transparent spherical object gathered by the icy cold energy was rapidly compressed. In just an instant, a transparent ball as big as the mouth of a cylinder and made of solid ice appeared on the spot.
The spherical thing was spinning round and round, and a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart as if my eyes were frozen when I looked at it.
While the hands were kneading, a cold smile also appeared on the handsome face.
"Junior, I wonder if you can still withstand this blow."