A huge palm like a city gate fell down, crossed the void, stirred up a terrifying hurricane, and suddenly hit the ground hard. Suddenly the rocks collapsed and the strong winds shot out.
The giant palm was raised, but there was no figure of Qin Fengming below.
A figure flashed, and a small body appeared out of thin air ten feet away from where the giant palm landed, perfectly avoiding the giant palm's blow.
This thick mist is extremely viscous and trapping, and even powerful physical and magical powers cannot completely break through that terrifying binding force.
However, Qin Fengming was not trapped by the fog.
Facing the unknown treasure of the Han Ning Sect, Qin Fengming had already secretly used the Magic Light and Shadow Technique. The area of two to three hundred feet in radius was enveloped by the invisible stars of the Magic Light and Shadow Technique. The power of the Magic Light and Shadow Technique did not disappoint Qin Fengming.
Using the Demonic Light and Shadow Technique with all his strength, his body seemed to turn into a heavenly sword, cutting through the void. The thick mist was like a withered body. Under the intense energy of space and sharpness, the body was destructive and unstoppable.
"Junior, even if you hide your cultivation and are a true Mahayana, you can't even think of escaping when enveloped by the divine aura of the Ten Thousand Spirits Array. What's waiting for you is a crazy giant palm slap."
The old woman shouted, and the ocean-like mist surged. The speed of the twelve giants with huge bodies increased greatly, and they immediately surrounded the area where Qin Fengming was.
This Ten Thousand Spirits Array requires twelve groups of monks to form a magic circle and perform special soul condensation techniques to condense tens of thousands of ghosts and ghosts together to form a huge soul body to attack and kill.
The soul body is not only solid and tough, but it can also perform various powerful spells under the control of the monks in it, and launch tens of thousands of ghosts and ghosts to attack together, which is unspeakably powerful. Moreover, the soul body aura has a powerful binding and blocking effect.
Because of the force, no matter who falls into it, they will be trapped by the breath and cannot use rapid movement techniques to dodge.
If you can't dodge, you will only be attacked by twelve huge bodies condensed by all the spirits. No matter how powerful you are, it will be difficult to exert your strength. In addition, those condensed ghosts of all the spirits are immortal and are not afraid of being cut by a knife or axe.
Even if the body is blown apart, it can be re-condensed. Therefore, the Ten Thousand Spirits Bowl and Ten Thousand Spirits Formation are terrifying and powerful, and are regarded as the existence of the Han Ning Sect's sect.
According to the classical records of the Han Ning Sect, there was once a Mahayana who was trapped by the Ten Thousand Spirits Bowl. Finally, the Mahayana escaped from the trap by using forbidden techniques.
It can be said that with the presence of the Ten Thousand Spirits Bowl, Hanning Sect has the strength to compete with Mahayana.
Now facing a Xuan-level monk, the old woman would not take it to heart. Even if the number of monks forming the magic circle was reduced by half, she did not think that a mere Xuan-level monk could stand in the body of a god condensed by all spirits.
Escape with your life under attack.
The old woman was suspended in the air, with a dozen Han Ning Sect monks beside her. Looking at the vast area where the soul mist was rolling below, everyone's tense mood slowly relaxed.
The old woman raised her head and looked at the two peak Xuan-level monks who were floating in the air in the distance and had not been involved in the mist. She did not send anyone to fight.
She already knew that the most powerful among the three monks was the middle-aged man. As long as he was captured and killed, the other two would not be a concern at all.
There are restrictions around Han Ningzong, and she is not worried about the two of them escaping.
The old woman and the other Han Ning Sect monks sneered at the two people in the distance, their sinister eyes locked on the two, causing the two top Xuan level monks to feel chills all over their bodies.
"Why are you so happy? Do you really think that you can capture and kill the young master with only those ghosts? It will be time for you to cry later." The two people who came with Qin Fengming were frightened, but naturally they would not show it.
, one person sneered, and shouted loudly from a distance.
In fact, both of them knew that if Qin Fengming was killed, there would definitely not be a good outcome for them.
But at this moment, even if the two of them were sure to escape, they did not dare to really abandon Qin Fengming and leave. If the man escaped from the fog alive and saw that the two of them were no longer here, the consequences would be serious.
"I don't know whether to live or die. I am trapped by the great formation of all spirits, which is the treasure of Hanning Sect. No Xuan-level monk has ever been able to survive. After that person is killed, his soul will become one of the ten thousand spirits.
And when the time comes, you two will also follow in his footsteps."
Someone sneered and regarded the two of them as dead people.
The old woman and everyone were relaxed, thinking that the victory was within their grasp, when Qin Fengming, shrouded in thick mist, was also dealing with twelve huge ghosts with a smile on his face.
His figure shot out in the mist, with great speed. He kept dodging the slaps of palm prints one after another. A radius of two to three hundred feet was almost covered by palm prints, one after another, with constant roars and explosions.
The body of the huge ghost flashed rapidly, and its giant palms danced, forming groups of terrifying winds. Countless winds roared, and the surrounding thick fog seemed like a roaring ocean. Huge waves surged and slapped high in the sky.
If it were another Xuan-level monk, even if his body was not hit by the giant palm, the surging winds would still be enough to tear his body into pieces, causing his flesh and blood to scatter and fall into the air.
However, Qin Fengming was not afraid.
His whole body was covered with a layer of scales, and his body turned into a sharp blade, whizzing and slashing, rushing left and right. The thick and turbulent thick mist could not stop it, and it shot out players amid the slaps of palm prints all over the sky.
Walking becomes more and more comfortable.
The most shocking thing was that as Qin Fengming's body shot up, ghostly bodies suddenly appeared out of thin air in the mist.
Qin Fengming's body flashed, and the ghosts and ghosts in the places he passed disappeared one after another.
Those ghostly ghosts that suddenly appeared have lost the ability to move one by one, and they seem to be demented, without the slightest bit of aggression.
These ghosts are obviously the condensed ghosts of twelve tall ghosts, but now, they have actually separated from the bodies of the tall ghosts and appeared in the thick mist.
Of course, the ghost did not escape on his own, nor was it dropped by Qin Fengming's magic attack. Instead, it was forcibly separated from the tall ghost by Jin Shi's weird magical power of transforming into mist.
Qin Fengming was astonished. These ghosts were slightly different from ordinary ghosts. Their bodies were more solid, and their soul energy was more abundant, as if they had condensed into a physical body on their own. If the Golden Devourer swallowed one, it could be as good as dozens of ordinary ghosts.
No wonder Jin Yanshi was so excited when he sensed it just now that he couldn't suppress it and tried his best to get Qin Fengming to release it.
The old woman of the Han Ning Sect was at peace in her heart, and while she was waiting for the twelve huge ghosts to kill Qin Fengming, the two peak Xuan-level monks who came with Qin Fengming also gradually became calmer.
Seeing that the terrifying and agitated fog showed no signs of stopping, the two naturally understood that Qin Fengming was not killed immediately in the fog. As long as he was not killed instantly, they had strong confidence in Qin Fengming.
The Great Formation of Ten Thousand Spirits, which can resist even the Mahayana, can kill a Xuan-level monk in no time. There will definitely be huge variables involved.
"Why didn't you kill that kid for so long?" Finally, a monk from the Han Ning Sect lost his peace of mind and spoke with a gloomy face.
"That junior is just a Xuan-level monk. Logically speaking, even if the power of the twelve spiritual bodies is weakened, he should be able to crush them easily. Why are you still struggling with him for so long?" Someone frowned and echoed.
The others did not speak, but their calm faces just now became solemn again.
When the two people who came with Qin Fengming from a distance saw the expressions of everyone in the Han Ning Sect, joy suddenly appeared in their eyes:
"Hahaha... You now know how powerful it is. If the young master dares to stay here, he will not be afraid of your Han Ning Sect's sect-suppressing treasure. Now, obediently collect the Ten Thousand Spirits Formation and take out half of your Han Ning Sect's treasures.
Otherwise, your Han Ning Sect will be completely removed from Tianhong Realm."
The words were like thunder, suddenly resounding across the sky and the earth, the vast mist shook, and huge waves surged.
"Don't talk nonsense, old man. I, the treasure of the Han Ning Sect, never return empty-handed, and I will definitely kill that junior among them." Someone immediately retorted, but the expression of the person who said the words was not firm.
"It's really ridiculous. Your so-called All Souls Formation seems to be shrinking right now, and it's about to be destroyed by the young master."
The fellow monks were just talking nonsense, but when everyone heard the old woman's words, their expressions suddenly changed, and their eyes revealed extremely fearful and worried looks.
"Ah, run away quickly, we can no longer insist on condensing the body of the gods." Just as everyone in the Han Ning Sect was frightened, several almost identical screams suddenly came out from the mist in the sky.
As the sound rang out, the monstrous fog that was surging fiercely suddenly fell back rapidly, as if something huge in the fog suddenly collapsed.