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Qin Fengming was slightly shocked when he suddenly heard the words of the Haiyi Saint Ancestor. Qin Fengming couldn't imagine how terrifying the Mahayana's strength would be if it ranked among the top twenty in the real demon world.
However, he was sure that Master Beidou and Fairy Zixiao were definitely no match for the demon cultivator in front of them.
Even Zhan Meng may not be able to compete with this Holy Lord Demon Martingale.
Qin Fengming was not surprised that the Haiyi Saint Ancestor, who had long since stopped wandering in the Three Realms, knew the name of a junior and his strength.
Although the Haiyi Saint Ancestor cannot leave the Black Lake Sea, it does not affect the collection of information in the Three Realms. You must know that there is a Mahayana Sea Cultivator in the Black Lake Sea.
Facing such a terrifying existence, Qin Fengming felt that it would be contrary to common sense to say that he was not afraid. However, his eyes flickered, and soon a look of determination appeared.
With his eyes fixed on the Holy Lord Demon Martingale, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a strong fighting spirit evaporate all over his body.
"You used to be a top-ranked being in the real demon world, but now you are hiding in the Sansha River in the white wilderness. You are not much stronger. Let Qin give it a try and see how much of your original ability you can still achieve.
Strength." Qin Fengming's face showed determination and he spoke coldly.
His words were not high-pitched, but they were sonorous. When he spoke his words, there were faint sound waves trembling in the void around him.
"Hahaha... This junior really dares to say it. It seems that you are really not an ordinary Xuan-level monk. No wonder I didn't immediately see your level of cultivation just now. Now I will help you and let you know that even if I am injured
Illness is not something you, a Xuan-level monk, can resist." Holy Lord Demon Marting burst out laughing wildly.
As soon as the laughter started, streams of demonic mist like green waves suddenly surged out from the mist around Demon Martingale Saint Lord. The demonic mist filled the air and swept towards Qin Fengming rapidly.
Amidst the impact of the rolling and turbulent mist, a sound of golden swords suddenly came out.
"Okay, Qin will teach you how to use long-range attacks." Faced with the surging, dark rolling magic mist, Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a gloomy word rang out from his mouth.
Following Qin Fengming's words, the monstrous magic fog rolled forward like ocean waves suddenly rose into the sky, and a tall giant body with a body like a mountain suddenly solidified in the fog and appeared on the spot.
The giant's body swayed, and the magic mist on his body quickly solidified, instantly becoming like a blue-black hard rock.
As the tall giant's body unfolded, a wind blade that appeared from the rapid chopping of Jin Ge was mixed with the magic mist, shrouding the world.
Before the tall giant approached Qin Fengming, Qin Fengming felt as if the body-protecting aura on his body had been struck by a sharp blow, and immediately became unstable. A hunting clang sounded, and Qin Fengming waved his hand and launched several attacks.
The spiritual pattern wrapped around the body, and the body flashed and moved.
Naturally, he would not let the huge figure get close to attack. He flashed into the distance, and at the same time, he quickly waved his hands out. Invisible runes flashed along with his figure, and he was thrown out on the path.
Qin Fengming did not walk in a straight line, but moved around the high-end figures.
The tall body is a hundred feet tall, and the huge arms are like thick stone pillars. The huge body seems clumsy, but when you step forward, you can easily pass a distance of dozens of feet.
However, although the huge body was extremely fast, its rotation was obviously slower than Qin Fengming's rapidly moving body.
A figure dodged and moved among the giant arms, like an extremely agile rabbit, and the palm shadows like huge city gates crossed the void and hit the empty space.
"Junior, you think you can be safe without fighting this mist body like this. You are shrouded in my aura and can no longer absorb the energy of heaven and earth. Just by absorbing the Yin Stone energy, it won't take long for your body to be exhausted.
, he was beaten to death on the spot by the old man."
Seeing that Qin Fengming did not collide with the mist body driven by his magical power, Demon Martingale did not feel any strange at all, but suddenly a cold word came out.
Anyone can see that Qin Fengming is simply trying to be cunning and not fighting head-on with the tall body.
But in such a fight, the one who takes the initiative must be the tall body. Because the mist body is activated by the magical power of the Holy Demon Martingale, there is no need to worry about energy consumption.
As for Qin Fengming, who was shrouded in aura and could not absorb the energy of heaven and earth, the final result could be expected by everyone.
Looking at the figure that surrounded the tall body like a train of training rings, the eyes of the female cultivator standing next to Chu Ye suddenly showed an incomprehensible look.
Some were surprised and puzzled, and some were shocked and surprised.
"Impossible! You are not affected by my aura."
As the time continued, a loud shout from Lord Demon Marting suddenly rang out. In the midst of the shout, an even more majestic demonic mist suddenly spurted out, sweeping towards Qin Fengming who was running around the tall mist body.
"Hahaha... I realized it was already too late."
As the more majestic magic mist covered the world, a very happy laughter resounded throughout the world.
The violent and extremely negative demonic mist did not hinder the transmission of this message at all.
As these words rang out, the thick demonic mist that had covered thousands of feet suddenly seemed to have poured into a mass of icy cold breath, freezing the violently rolling and swelling demonic mist.
The surge of mist slowly slowed down, and finally became as calm as pool water.
"You actually placed a large number of imprisoning spiritual patterns in my mist!" The mist calmed down, and the low roar of the Holy Lord Demon Marting came out.
"This demonic aura is extremely suppressive. If Qin is enveloped by this aura without checking, it will be difficult for Qin to overcome it in a short time. However, since Qin has been given time, this restriction is not enough to restrain Qin. Now Qin
It will destroy your demonic body."
Qin Fengming didn't seem to be in a hurry. When the words came out calmly, a thick black mist suddenly emerged from Qin Fengming's body. The mist spurted and collided with the tall body.
The mist fills the air, and even in the majestic magical mist, it is not blocked by the magical mist.
"Hmph, no wonder you were not suppressed by my mist. It turns out that you are a person who is proficient in rune patterns." A rumble of cold snort suddenly came from the mist. Although he was a little shocked, he obviously didn't take it to heart.
At this time, the demonic mist spurred out by the Holy Demon Martingale was filled with a large number of spiritual patterns sacrificed by Qin Fengming. The magic mist was no longer under the control of the Holy Demonic Martingale.
It was also the Holy Lord Demon Marting who was so careless that he never imagined that the peak Xuan-level monk he was fighting against at this moment was actually a being that even Mahayana might not be able to compare with him in terms of runes.
Amidst the cold snorts, a terrifying roar suddenly sounded, and a terrifying beast covered in scales suddenly appeared in the monstrous demonic mist surrounding Demon Martingale.
This was a ferocious beast that horrified Qin Fengming. The beast had eight pairs of thick legs.
There are sharp claws on each foot, which travel in the void, passing through the feet, leaving behind shocking cracks in the void.
As soon as the ferocious beast appeared, Qin Fengming's back was suddenly covered with ice. However, the scales all over the body of the ferocious beast suddenly made Qin Fengming feel that it was difficult to break his defense.
His eyes widened, and a soft whistle suddenly sounded from Qin Fengming's mouth.
When the whistling sound started, it didn't make much waves, but suddenly it suddenly rose into the sky, like huge waves, and swept towards the tall mist body and the flying beasts.
The sound wave rolled over, and the huge soul energy suddenly enveloped the tall fog body and the beast's body.
Suddenly, Qin Fengming, who was still turning his body and waving his arms to hit and shoot at Qin Fengming's tall foggy body, suddenly stopped waving his arms; and the terrifying unknown beast that flew toward him suddenly roared and stopped, and his body paused.
In mid-air.
At this time, Qin Fengming's magical power of stepping on the mountain seal and the sound wave of the soul may not be able to control a Mahayana, but it is still very effective in restraining the fog body formed by the condensed magic mist, as well as the ferocious beast whose specific name is unknown.
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Qin Fengming was unable to stop when he was performing the sound wave feat. The magic formula was activated, and two huge, solid feet that were dozens of feet wide and thick suddenly appeared in mid-air.
One fell towards the tall fog body, and the other stepped towards the ferocious beast.
There was a loud bang, and the tall fog body collapsed directly under the giant feet. But the ferocious beast suddenly withstood the terrifying weight of the huge mountain feet with a terrifying roar and howl.
The force of pressure.
"Junior really has some tricks up his sleeve to be able to activate such a powerful attack. But it still falls short of my shadow body." As the tall mist body collapsed, the words of the Holy Demon Martingale rang out again.