Although Qin Fengming knew that in this Lanyin Valley, it was absolutely impossible to get the Blood Demon Tower in the other party's hand, but even under the close contact just now, it still made him feel a lot in his heart.

At this time, there are two imitation classics of Lingbao on his body. He knew very well that refining imitation spirit treasures was not the same as refining magic weapons, so he planned to experience the specific form of imitation spirit treasures up close.

After seeing this, Qin Fengming had a feeling of seeing the sun.

He had actually seen the kind of runic spell he had just dabbled in from the imitation of the Blood Demon Tower in front of him. This made his heart suddenly flutter.

At the same time, it also gave him some understanding of the power of the imitation of the spirit treasure.

Lingbao imitation is not a matter of talk. Although the Huang family's imitation of this artifact has some flaws, Qin Fengming is sure that this treasure is the natal magic weapon that encounters the cultivators of the Convergence Realm, and it definitely has the power to fight.

The Aggregate Realm Monk can be said to be the top of the many monks in the lower interface.

The strength of the Infant Transformation Peak Cultivator is so strong that he can almost turn over rivers and seas, move mountains and crack canals, but in front of the Convergence Realm Cultivator, it is absolutely difficult for the Infant Transformation Peak Monk to withstand his blow.

At the beginning, in the Hopeless Sea, Qin Fengming had witnessed the battle of the three gathering overhauls, and the scene was really shocking, although it was dozens of miles away, it still made Qin Fengming's heart tremble.

In the forbidden land of the Jiaolong clan, he once fought head-on with a Jiaolong of the Convergence Realm, if it weren't for the fact that the forbidden land was really special, and the Jiaolong overhaul didn't kill the killer, he would definitely not have left alive that time.

Facing the small red pagoda magic weapon held by the young man, Qin Fengming was sure that he would definitely have the strength to resist the magic weapon of the Gathering Monk without falling behind.

That young monk drove the pagoda, it only unlocked the ban seal on the first floor, and it could run rampant in the ghost handsome realm, if the five layers of prohibition were fully opened, what kind of terrifying level would the power of the Blood Demon Pagoda reach, even Qin Fengming didn't dare to imagine.

Of course, if the five-layer ban is fully opened, whether there is anyone in the Huang family who can control it is also a matter of two words.

You must know that although it is said that the imitation spirit treasure can be controlled by the lower interface monk, the premise is that it can only drive part of the power of the imitation spirit treasure.

The Huang family's Blood Demon Tower magic weapon, judging by Qin Fengming, may have some flaws, but after all, it is a thing made of imitation of the Upper Realm Blood Demon Tower's spiritual weapon, no matter how bad its power is, it must be a little more powerful than the natal magic weapon of the Convergence Monk.

With such a close induction, seeing the tiny spirit patterns on the imitation of the spirit treasure, Qin Fengming finally understood in his heart at this time that his master Manghuang Mountain, as a holy place for refining, had never heard of anyone refining a spiritual treasure imitation after dozens of generations of amazing refining masters.

The only imitation of the spiritual treasure of the treasure of the town sect is still obtained by the ancestor of the mountain.

The reason for this, it was only at this time that he finally understood that when refining the imitation of the spirit treasure, when refining, he needed to add the kind of rune spell that was more advanced than the spell. And the rune spell is not something that the lower interface monks can know.

If he hadn't come to the Ghost Realm and had the chance to enter the Eight Extremes Gate and get the obsession and guidance left by the power of the Upper Realm, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to know about this kind of mysterious spirit pattern.

At this time, thinking back to the imitation of the Moon Slashing Sword Spirit Treasure that Ouyang Chen had driven at the beginning, Qin Fengming was even more convinced that his imitation was definitely an imitation of the Spirit Treasure that was extremely low-ranked.

Standing in the distance, Qin Fengming had no strange expression on his face, and his expression was still extremely calm.

"Hmph, are you still afraid that you can't succeed, then you will see you in the secret realm of Huangquan Palace then, and then you will want to escape again, and you will not think about it. The young man surnamed Huang glared at Qin Fengming angrily, and he was secretly frightened in his heart, the other party was still able to escape from the distance under the lock of the Blood Demon Tower, which really surprised him.

The young man surnamed Huang knew in his heart that this Blood Demon Tower was not an ordinary magic weapon that could be compared.

Although it is only a layer of prohibition, and its power is only equivalent to the magic weapon power of the early monk of the Ghost King, its own attribute effect is extremely powerful. If it is locked by the breath of the Blood Demon Tower, no matter how the opponent dodges and dodges, he will never want to escape from his attack.

The middle-aged monk on the opposite side seemed to only have the late realm of the ghost handsome, but he was able to escape so easily, this was the first time that this young monk had encountered such a thing since entering Lanyin Valley.

However, the young monk was suffering from not being able to completely release his cultivation, so he could only hold his breath secretly, but he was not sure that he could capture the middle-aged monk who was two or three hundred zhang away.

Because at this time, he had already understood that since the other party was able to obtain five tokens placed by the Zodiac Sect alone in this dangerous Lanyin Valley, his means were definitely among the outstanding.

He knew that the reason why Qin Fengming was able to escape from under the red blades was because as soon as he entered the rock, he drove his body to the extreme, and used the dragon tortoiseshell shield to resist the opponent's blow.

Although the power of the blood-red sword blade is not bad, with its power of only one layer of the Blood Demon Tower, it naturally poses no threat to the dragon tortoiseshell shield.

Since it was difficult for either side to shake the other, of course Qin Fengming would not entangle with the other party anymore, he hugged his fist at the young man again, turned around and ignored the monk, his figure flashed, and shot towards the exit of Lanyin Valley.

Although it had greatly suppressed the speed, it was still faster than most Ghost Shuai Realm cultivators.

Seeing Qin Fengming move away, the young monk also restrained his mind, released his divine sense, and once again locked on to the two ghost handsome peak monks who were flying away cautiously, and shot towards the front of the two.

At this time, there was not much time left from what Huang Daozong had said at the beginning, and Qin Fengming did not need to fight with anyone anymore, but wanted to leave this valley as soon as possible.

Although there were still monks fighting on the road, Qin Fengming would not stop any longer.

But when they reached the area where they had entered the valley, there were already two Ghost Monarch monks sitting cross-legged on a low peak.

Within ten miles of those two monks, two or three hundred monks gathered.

Most of these monks had gloomy expressions on their faces, and only a few of them had slightly calmed expressions. Although everyone is in the late stage or peak realm of the ghost handsome, the bloody sighting seen on this trip to Lanyin Valley is unique.

Many monks and monks fell in the Lanyin Valley, and everyone who survived was lucky.

Qin Fengming glanced at it slightly, then lowered his figure in a no-man's land, stopped in a mountain forest, and sat down cross-legged.

"All the Daoists who participated in this trial competition, although there are still a few hours before the appointed time, if that Daoist friend wants to leave this place, he can leave Lanyin Valley now. As long as you go to that high platform and hand over the jade plaque, you will be considered to have completed the competition. And when we reach the vicinity of the old man, we must not fight and kill again, otherwise the two of us will immediately kill the offender. ”

Two hours later, the two Ghost Monarch monks opened their eyes at the same time, then glanced at the surrounding area, and one of them stood up and spoke loudly.

Although its voice is not loud, under the blessing of energy, it is dozens of miles away.

The bloody competition in Lanyin Valley finally came to an end.