Although separated by more than a dozen tortoiseshell barrier shields, Qin Fengming still felt a chilling force invading his body and enveloping him. Although that aura had yet to reach him, the divine sense within Qin Fengming had already trembled, and he had narrowly avoided falling unconscious.
Only by rapidly circulating the magic power within his body was Qin Fengming able to expel the aura that so fiercely attacked his divine sense.
He had never expected that the Ghost Mother Divine Sand would possess not only such powerful icy properties, but also toxins within it that could severely damage divine sense.
Even so, Qin Fengming's divine sense was now so powerful that he naturally had not the slightest fear.
Three of the several tortoiseshell barrier shields around him shattered in an instant. Qin Fengming merely knitted his brows slightly, then stabilized himself as magic power surged rapidly through his body.
"Hmm? He actually wasn't invaded by the powerful aura of my Ghost Mother Divine Sand. Junior, it seems you really do have some ability." Seeing that the expected scene had not occurred, Elder Li could not help uttering a startled sound.
"Hmph. You think a mere handful of ghostly objects can do anything to this Qin? Old bastard, your methods are still lacking. Whatever tricks you have, use them all. Let's see whether you can do anything to this Qin." A sharp glint flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes, and he spoke with a mocking laugh.
Hearing such insolent words from the young cultivator before him, Elder Li snorted coldly and said nothing more. With a thought, the enormous gourd in the air suddenly began to roar. A mass of blue sand twice the volume of the Ghost Mother Divine Sand from before abruptly appeared.
With a flash, it spread into