The terrain here is undulating, and there are tall peaks dotted here and there. Without being able to fly in the air, unable to release spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings, and covered by dark red mist, the monks are like first-order mortals, and their methods have become...
Scarcity.
Fighting with his physical body, Qin Fengming really is not afraid of any Mahayana.
Running rapidly in the dark red mist, feeling his whole body being cut by wisps of sharp breath, Qin Fengming showed no fear on his face.
There was a dragon bone breath wrapped around his body, and mist silk blades swept across, leaving only marks on Qin Fengming's body that were like needlepoints scraping his skin, and would not hurt his meridians and bones.
The mana and soul energy in the body have been completely suppressed and can no longer function.
Holding the nearly two-foot-long dragon bone tightly with both hands, Qin Fengming's body was like an agile ape, his feet stepped on the ground quickly, and his body was like a sharp arrow flying out, extremely fast.
Biyun Lost Trace is a technique of lightening one's body that relies entirely on the physical body. It is perfect to use it in this strange place at this moment.
"Hmph, if you want to kill the seven of us with just your physical strength, you simply can't do it. If you have the time, you'd better find the horoscope as soon as possible."
Qin Fengming stopped and heard bursts of flesh squeaking in the fog in the distance, and then heard Han Xufeng's cold words.
The banging gradually stopped, and the twenty figures quickly separated, running towards the mist-filled place in the distance.
The stabbing sounds resounded one after another, and the miserable cry of a monk was heard immediately. Amidst the splash of blood, a ball of flames steamed up, submerging a body in it.
A Mahayana who was extremely difficult to kill in the outside world appeared to be very fragile here, easily falling into the mist, causing all the nearby monks to feel chilled in their hearts and their eyes became extremely wary.
There are many peaks here, but they are not densely packed. Most of the peaks are far apart.
By this time, everyone has already made some judgments about this area, that is, most of the spiritual arcs in the mountains are hidden in the peaks. As long as they are not too close to the peaks, they will not trigger the spiritual arcs hidden in them.
The arc light appears.
But there are exceptions. A few spiritual arcs fly out from the ground, making it difficult for passing monks to guard against them.
The monk just now was wrapped in three arcs of spiritual patterns that rushed out from a rock on the ground and fell into it.
Qin Fengming followed the others, not deliberately avoiding the mountain wall. Instead, he specifically looked for a path close to the mountain peak.
For a moment, a stabbing sound resounded, and various arcs of spiritual patterns flew, bombarding the thick keel in Qin Fengming's hand. Green light flashed, there was a bang, and groups of purple-red fluorescence appeared from the keel, and spiritual patterns emerged.
As it wandered around, the purple-red keel became more and more translucent, and it was gradually hard to tell that it was a keel.
Qin Fengming held the dragon bone in his hand, with a look of great excitement on his face.
Because he slowly felt that his hands seemed to be integrated with the dragon bone. Every time the arc of spiritual patterns touched the dragon bone, he seemed to be able to hear a dragon roar that seemed to come from an ancient dragon.
The sound was ethereal, not real, as if it didn't exist.
But Qin Fengming sensed the trembling sensations transmitted from the dragon's bones, and seemed to really hear the dragon's roar resounding in the endless distance.
This was very mysterious and filled Qin Fengming's heart with excitement and expectation.
The arc of the spirit pattern had a great effect on the keel. Qin Fengming no longer paid attention to the astrolabe for a while, but focused all his attention on the keel.
Qin Fengming ran from one mountain peak to another. Every time he reached a mountain peak, he raised a huge dragon bone with both hands and knocked it on the stone wall.
This kind of collision with the mountain wall can draw out the arc light of the spiritual patterns within it.
Suddenly, Qin Fengming had just crossed a mountain peak, and a vast area with thin fog suddenly appeared in front of him.
There is a solitary peak standing in the middle of this area. This peak is taller than most of the peaks encountered before. From a distance, it can be seen that this peak looks like a huge dragon head.
In the tall mountain peak shaped like the mouth of a giant dragon, a flashing purple disk is quietly suspended. It is the fixing astrolabe.
At this moment, there were twenty monks confronting each other on both sides of the tall mountain peaks, and the Ice Sting Ancestor was also among them.
The fixed astrolabe at this time was obviously also affected by the aura here. It did not absorb the energy of heaven and earth, nor did it escape and hide.
Qin Fengming suddenly woke up. He had been following a feeling in his heart and did not deliberately find the direction of everyone. Now that he thought about it, the feeling in his heart was a certain connection between him and the fixed astrolabe.
He has never inspired the fixed astrolabe, but he often plays with it and has used various spells on it countless times in the hope of stimulating it. It seems that it is this that makes him associated with the fixed astrolabe.
"Qin Danjun? You didn't fall in the Wind Blade Valley?" Suddenly, a cry broke the calm of the scene, causing the expressions of more than a dozen monks to change suddenly, and they all looked in the same direction.
Qin Fengming's figure happened to come out from behind a mountain peak. He saw the crowd, and naturally some of them also saw him. He could no longer dodge if he wanted to.
"The senior is worried about his pregnancy, but the junior is lucky to have survived."
Qin Fengming didn't want to meet everyone. It was best to quietly use the dragon bones to collect the spiritual arc light here. But now, even if he wanted to put away the dragon bones, it was too late.
Previously, he was worried that everyone would see the dragon bone and know its secrets, but now, he is no longer afraid.
"Qin Dan is fine, it's really a blessing among misfortunes," Han Xufeng was pleasantly surprised and nodded to Qin Fengming.
"I really didn't expect Qin Danjun to be able to leave the Windblade Valley safely and take the risk to come here. Can the thing in Danjun's hand be able to resist the invasion of the dark red mist here and protect himself without power?"
An old man spoke, his eyes flashing brightly, as if he was greedy.
Qin Fengming knew this old man, and he was the one who took the detoxification concoction he refined in Danhuang Pavilion.
The fact that this person can stay here shows that his body is powerful and his methods are extraordinary.
"Yes, Qin came here with the help of this item." Qin Fengming said calmly and without any concealment.
After hearing Qin Fengming's words, everyone present, except Han Xufeng, Qingkui Saint and a few others, had greedy expressions on their faces.
"My little friend is Qin Fengming and Qin Danjun. He has also arrived at the place where the dragon fell. He has not yet fallen. It's very good. I, Holy Master Qingkui, have something to trouble me. Of course, that matter does not involve danger, and Qing can make a statement
Making a blood oath will not be detrimental to the little friend. I wonder if the little friend is willing to listen?"
Suddenly, Saint Qingkui's eyes were bright, and he suddenly said something that surprised everyone in Hanxufeng.
Saint Qingkui clasped his hands behind his back, with a calm expression. He stood on the spot. Although there was no majestic Mahayana aura emanating from him, an invisible aura was like a towering mountain, which was very extraordinary. Although Han Xufeng and the others were the top beings of the Ten Halls, they stood
In front of middle-aged people, just that kind of scornful aura is far inferior.
He knows Holy Venerable Qingkui and has heard of Holy Venerable Qingkui for a long time.
When he was in the lower realm and had just obtained the temple, he learned about the name of Saint Qingkui from the spirit of Yiyang's clone. Later, he learned that Saint Qingkui had once led people to attack the Wanxiang Palace, and had an affair with Saint Sansha.
Have fought.
In Qin Fengming's impression, Saint Qingkui should be a man with a ferocious face, arrogant actions and harsh words.
But the middle age in front of me is actually far from the Mahayana in my impression.
Qin Fengming's eyes flashed and he didn't speak for a moment. He didn't know what this Mahayana of the real demon world, who had a bad reputation in the three realms, had to say to him.