Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 1013 Borrowing
Sitting cross-legged in another space of the Senran scroll, Dialect flicked his fingers, and the four Qiankun bags that had been erased from the imprint of his spiritual consciousness opened one after another, and then the contents fell out with a clatter.

Seeing these unremarkable items in front of him with his dialect consciousness, Daoist Hu couldn't help curling his lips and said, "However, there are a few Nascent Soul cultivators, what good things can you search for?"

Hearing Daoist Hu's words, Fang Yan chuckled and poked around, a few items had already been taken into his hands, but they were four jade talismans, the most common communication jade talismans in the cultivation world, after holding several communication jade talismans in his hands Only then did the dialect speak to Taoist Hu and said, "These people are Nascent Soul cultivators, but the people behind them are distracted cultivators."

"The people behind them? Could it be that you took them captive with that in mind?" As for dialect's temper, after many years of getting along with each other, Daoist Hu is already familiar with it. I was never afraid of provoking others, but now I'm planning to hold a few Nascent Soul monks, I think it's an old grievance back then.

When the ancestors of the Hua family and Guiyinzi were killed before, the dialect had already roughly mentioned the events of the year with Taoist Hu. Regarding the fact that the dialect, which was only a Nascent Soul cultivation base, was able to confront many distracted monks and finally escaped. Hu Daoren couldn't believe it at the beginning, but now he has no doubts at all. I think the distracted monk behind these people is also the one who chased and killed the dialect back then.

Hearing Hu Taoist's words, Fang Yan said casually: "Of course, otherwise why bother so much, but it's hard to say whether the other party will be hooked." Afterwards, after a slight pause, Daoist Hu noticed that the dialect urging the kung fu had invaded the space where those people were again. In just a split second, there were a few wisps of breath in Fang Yan's hands, but it was the spirit breath of each of the four people. Immediately there was also an extremely skinny figure.

Ignore the reactions of the other Nascent Soul cultivators who have been stripped of their spiritual aura in the space over there. Although they don't have the heart to trouble the Nascent Soul cultivators, the dialect will definitely not be polite to them Even the idea of ​​taking care of one or two, when they shot Brother Xingwuwu, their end was already doomed, and it was Dialect's mercy that he didn't kill them directly.

The cultivator captured by the dialect was the one who claimed to be a disciple of Taoist Chenming. Until this moment, he saw the true face of the senior master who had captured all his senior brothers for the first time. Suddenly, he was captured by the dialect. There is no expression on his face like the bark of a dead tree, only the light in his eyes is full of panic, and he doesn't care about throwing his Qiankun bag over there, the things inside have been scattered all over the place, and he doesn't care about it. The spirit stone scattered over there is a life-saving thing for me. Seeing the dialect of sitting cross-legged, this monk should beg for forgiveness, but he forgot that his body has already been restrained by the other party, and even his spiritual consciousness is difficult to awaken. When he was separated from his body, it was difficult to make a single movement of his body, and naturally it was difficult to make a sound. In panic, he could only look around helplessly, wanting to know what this senior wanted to do, but found that the other party threw him casually. On one side, he didn't ask himself anything immediately.

Soon, the Nascent Soul cultivator saw Dialect move his hands slightly, and a series of mysterious formation runes flashed out. Seeing such a scene, the Nascent Soul cultivator who couldn't speak or move his hands felt very strange. His face turned pale with astonishment, the Thousand Illusion Sect is not good at fighting and killing, even when fighting with people, it mainly uses the magic array and illusion killing technique, just like the Tianxiang Mishen Arrow used by Qi Weiwei when dialect once encountered it. However, he is very familiar with the formation method, even if he is only a Nascent Soul cultivator, this monk also saw that the runes in Dialect's hands are extraordinary, comparable to his master and uncle.

As the movement of the dialect over there accelerated, a series of runes flashed. For a moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator only saw a flash of brilliance over there, but he couldn't see the dialect in it integrating a strand of his spiritual consciousness into it. Among the runes, these runes were finally connected with the four soul breaths in his hands, and finally merged into the four communication jade talismans. After a while, the flashing brilliance disappeared, revealing the figure of the dialect again. If the Nascent Soul cultivator activates his consciousness at this moment, he may be able to find some changes in the communication jade talisman that originally belonged to him, but he can't care about these now. In an instant, he sensed a force invading his soul of the sea of ​​consciousness At the same time, a dialect voice sounded in my ears: "Are you Chen Ming's disciple? Just borrow your memory to see."

At this time, the Nascent Soul cultivator knew why the other party chose him alone. Before he regretted that he had just talked about his identity, he felt dizzy and then lost consciousness. A wave of fluctuations had invaded the soul. In the process, he flipped through his memory, and when he woke up again, he found that he had been sent back to the space where he had been staying for decades, and beside him were his three senior brothers, looking at him eagerly, thinking What to ask but can't communicate at all.

"Dialect? What did you find?" The voice of Daoist Hu sounded from the sea of ​​dialect knowledge.

"Maybe there is hope. Two of these four people are disciples of Taoist Chen Ming, especially the one just now, who is also her favorite disciple."

"It's a bit difficult to use a few Nascent Soul cultivators as bait to catch distracted cultivators. Not everyone cares as much about the people around you as you do." Hearing the words in dialect, Daoist Hu's voice sounded again.

"You have to try to find out. Besides, I didn't plan to borrow them at first. I just borrowed their Jade Talisman of Communication. This is what I really need to rely on."

As he spoke, Fang Yan showed Taoist Hu a mark of divine consciousness that was sealed by numerous runes: "I noticed someone in the Great Soul Sect was urging this mark of divine consciousness, presumably it was this middle-stage cultivator who was distracted. I can't hold back anymore, but I don't know if it's Taoist Chen Ming or Taoist Piao Huan, it's best for both of them to come together."

The imprint of divine consciousness shown in the dialect is of course not the imprint of divine consciousness in the Qiankun bags of those Nascent Soul cultivators, nor the imprint of divine consciousness in their Jade Talisman of Communication, but the one taken from Xing Wuwu back then. One, if it weren't for this imprint, Xing Wuwu would not have been chased and killed by those Yuanying monks of the Thousand Illusion Sect, and they would not have fallen into the hands of dialect. Most of the time, only the last ray fell into the hands of dialect. The reason why he left this imprint of divine consciousness was that dialect wanted to find its owner to repay the pursuit of that year. God monks, whether it is Chenming Taoist or Piaohuan Taoist, are the people who chased and killed him back then, and dialect doesn't care whose mark it is.

If it wasn't for the other party's initiative to activate this imprint of divine consciousness, Fang Yan wouldn't have the idea of ​​making trouble for them. After all, he was a mid-stage monk of distraction. No matter how strong Fang Yan was, he was still an early-stage monk of distraction. Or compared to a monk like Zhandi Wudi, Dialect is more confident in injuring or even killing the opponent when fighting head-on, but if he wants to directly kill thousands of illusion sects, the current dialect does not have the strength, but if he loses, he can do it instead. The dialect is ready to fight, and the mid-stage monks who are distracted like Guiyinzi will be extinguished by the dialect. Taoist Chenming and Taoist Piaohuan will not be much stronger than Guiyinzi.

He had already connected with Dialect, and after a few words, Taoist Hu knew Fangyan's plan, and his expression was shocked immediately: "Fangyan, let's quickly find a suitable place to make arrangements, if they really dare to come, haha."

"I hope they really take a fancy to this imprint of divine consciousness."

This kind of thing does not need to be reminded by Taoist Hu. After dealing with a few communication jade talismans, the dialect figure has already flashed out of the magic weapon space of the Senran scroll, and urged the figure again to go in the direction of the interstellar communication array. This time the speed is very fast. After a long time, there was a flash of thunder behind Dialect, but after a few ups and downs, he was already standing beside the interstellar teleportation array.

Following a burst of space fluctuations, Fang Yan's figure disappeared from the Great Soul Star, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived on a strange cultivation planet. Fang Yan swept around slightly, and did not step out of the teleportation array at all Push the formation again to send it out.

The sneak attack on Sap is naturally better in a hidden place. A place like the wild land of the Great Soul Star is certainly suitable, but it is by no means an ideal place for dialects. It is best to have an interstellar teleportation array like the Tairan Star back then. But a remote planet where few monks set foot is good.

(End of this chapter)