Chapter 6729 The Power of the Dragon Bone

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 with the dark red mist blocking the situation, the monks are like first-order mortals, and their means have become scarce. .

Fighting with his physical body, Qin Fengming is really not afraid of any Mahayana.

Running rapidly in the dark red mist, feeling his whole body being cut by wisps of sharp aura, 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 needle tips 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 keel tightly with both hands, Qin Fengming's body was like a nimble ape, his feet stepped on the ground quickly, and his body shot out like a sharp arrow, extremely fast.

Biyun Mizong is a technique of lightening one's body completely with the help of the physical body. It is perfect to perform 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 astrolabe quickly."

Qin Fengming stopped and heard a sudden sound of skin and flesh squeaking in the fog in the distance, and then heard Han Xufeng's cold words.

The banging gradually stopped, and more than twenty figures quickly separated, running towards the mist-filled place in the distance.

The stabbing sounds were heard one after another, and the miserable cry of a monk was heard immediately. Amidst the blood splashing, 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. All the monks nearby felt chill 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 had already made some judgments about this area, that is, most of the spiritual arcs in the mountains were hidden in the peaks. As long as you are not too close to the mountain peak, the arc of spiritual patterns hidden within will not appear.

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 spiritual arcs that rushed out of a rock on the ground and fell into it.

Qin Fengming followed behind everyone,

The body does not deliberately avoid the mountain wall. Instead, we specifically looked for a path close to the mountain peak.

For a moment, the sound of stabbing resounded, and arcs of spiritual patterns of various colors flew out, bombarding the thick dragon bone in Qin Fengming's hand. Green light flashed, banging and popping, and groups of purple-red fluorescence appeared from the keel. Spiritual patterns appeared and wandered around, making the purple-red keel become more and more crystal clear, and it was gradually difficult 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 voice was ethereal and unreal, 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 peak to another. Every time he reached a 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 in 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 lone mountain peak standing in the middle of this area. This mountain peak is taller than most of the previous ones. From a distance, it can be seen that this mountain 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 floating quietly. It's the fixed 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 not deliberately looking for 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 activated the astrolabe, but he often takes it out to play with, and has used various spells on it countless times in the hope of activating it. I guess it was this that made him related to 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 everyone, and naturally some of them also saw him. If I try to dodge again, I can no longer do so.

"Senior is worried about me, but I'm lucky that I didn't die."

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 keel, he couldn't. 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 Danjun is fine. What 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, except for a few people such as Han Xufeng and Qingkui Shengzun, everyone present had a look of greed 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 I will make a blood oath and it will not harm my little friend. I wonder if my 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 put his hands behind his back and looked calm. He stood on the spot. Although there was no majestic Mahayana aura emanating from him, an invisible momentum was like a towering mountain, which was very extraordinary. Although Han Xufeng and the others were among the top beings in the Ten Palaces, their scornful aura when standing in front of the middle-aged people was far inferior to them.

Qin Fengming's eyes flashed, suddenly showing surprise.

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 heard about the name of Saint Qingkui from the spirit of Yiyang's clone. Later, I learned that Saint Qingkui once led people to attack the Wanxiang Palace and fought with Saint Sansha.

In Qin Fengming's impression, Saint Qingkui should be a man with a ferocious face, arrogant behavior 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.

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