Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 1020 I'm Sorry
A few days passed by, and Taoist Hu still couldn't feel the slightest power coming into Dialect's body, but he knew that this power did exist, because he sensed the change of Dialect's cultivation base and aura.

Many people dream of the good thing of being able to easily improve their cultivation base. Fang Yan has encountered such a good thing now. Fang Yan's cultivation base has improved rapidly in just a few days, which is equivalent to more than a hundred years of cultivation. If things go on like this, the middle stage of distraction is just around the corner, but both the dialect and the Taoists are a little nervous, it is really a bit too weird to improve like this.

The reason is that the unknown force mentioned earlier in the dialect, as time goes by, its flashing frequency becomes more and more frequent. In a few days, this force appeared several times intermittently. The power of fame is not controlled by the dialect at all, even under the strong suppression of the dialect, it still pours directly into the body of the dialect, even the Taoist Hu, who is a top-grade spiritual weapon star burial robe and a spiritual body, is not aware of it at all , You know, today's dialect has completely refined the Star Burial Robe, and the same is true for the magical treasures and spirits that are connected with each other, and the strangeness of this power can be seen.

All kinds of suppression can't keep him out. No matter how reluctant Fang Yan is, he can only accept them all with a smile. Fortunately, Fang Yan has always been condensed, determined, and full of mood, even compared to distracted mid-stage monks. Otherwise, if the cultivation level has been improved so much in just a few days, it may not be known that the inner demons have already appeared. Even so, Dialect did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Every inch of the Sea God's Soul could be touched. As a result, no matter how dialect searched, it was difficult to find anything wrong. Those powers seemed to be owned by the dialect itself, without the slightest barrier, not even a trace of stagnation.

"Fang Yan, this is your own strength at all." Daoist Hu also noticed this situation, and after searching for the same, he couldn't help but said.

"My own strength?" Hearing Hu Taoist's words, he was trying his best to scan the depressed dialect in his heart, and suddenly a light flashed in his heart, could it be?

In the past few days, I was only worried that this strange power would cause harm to me, but I ignored something. In an instant, Fang Yan suddenly remembered something. Among them, this power comes from the Xuanlan Realm on the other side of the blood-colored passage, and after refining his clone body, he has been placed in the depths of the secret realm of the Tianxing Zongmen for his own development. It is only reasonable that the power comes from one's own avatar, and only between one's avatar and the main body can there be such a situation of intercommunication of power without any stagnation.

It's just that I have only heard that the main body lends power to the clone body, unless the main body is seriously injured. When did I hear that the clone body gave power back to the main body? Cut it off, saving a hundred years of painstaking practice, if it is really his own consonant lotus avatar body, could it be that his cultivation base at this moment is already higher than his own body?
After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan came to a conclusion that no one would believe if he said it out. However, after thinking about it carefully, Fang Yan somewhat confirmed his guess. Fang Yan knew that his avatar body was different from others, not only The only spiritual object is the consonant lotus of the king rank. When refining, a slag spirit pill was incorporated into it. If only the cultivation qualifications are considered, the body of the dialect is not as good as this spiritual object itself. The body of his clone, coupled with the effect of the slag spirit pill, made his aptitude even better than before, even if the one that Xiyan took came from the same source as him, it couldn't be compared.

Dialect still remembered that just after the successful refining, he realized that the aura of the clone body was not weaker than his own body. Although it was absurd to say that the clone body was more cultivated than the body, if it happened to his clone body, it would be true. very likely.

When Fang Yan wanted to think again, he suddenly paused, and that power flashed again, pouring directly into Fang Yan's body from the inexplicable void.

Even if he tried his best to stop him with his exercises, he couldn't stop it, and with the guessing just now, Fang Yan didn't suppress it at all this time, but after sending a warning to Taoist Hu, he put all his body and mind into this force middle.

Sensing carefully the force rushing into the body, it is incomparably friendly, not the slightest difference from my own power, it is a part of myself at all, and the feeling of the dialect without a lot of scruples immediately changed a lot, and the previous guess also changed a lot. A little more certain.

Day by day, the movement of that power became more and more frequent, and after a few more days, what Fang Yan was worried about was not whether the source of this power was his own clone.

"Dialect, if this goes on like this, if you come again a few times, I'm afraid we will face the thunder disaster in the mid-stage of clone." Taoist Hu, who can also clearly sense the rapid improvement of dialect's cultivation base, reminded.

"We'll see in a few more days." Fang Yan nodded and said, then calmed down in his own cultivation again. It was really the power from the avatar body. With such a sudden improvement, Fang Yan still needs time to adapt.

The shrinking movement of the bloody vortex gradually slowed down, and the bloody channel was about to open again. The monks from all walks of life who had gathered on Lixuan star had already started to leave one after another. Just like in the past, the few escaping lights were at the forefront, and they must be powerful people , and many other escaped lights followed behind, stretching for no less than tens of millions of miles.

The dialect that planned to stick to Lixuan Xing is also in this stretching team at this moment, heading towards the blood-colored passage. With the strength of the dialect, although it is only the early stage of distraction, it has already killed a middle-stage monk of distraction , Among the monks rushing to the Scarlet Passage to return to the Xuanlan Domain, it cannot be said that there is no existence that surpasses Dialect, but the number will definitely not be many, but Dialect has no intention of making public at all, but restrained its breath and mixed among the crowd , urging his body unhurriedly.

If there is an old friend who can sense the aura of the dialect, he will be surprised. The aura of the dialect, which has only been promoted for a hundred years, is not far from the peak of the early stage of the distraction. You will find that at this moment, you are still urging the exercises in the dialect flying, but you are not practicing, but trying to suppress your own cultivation.

Not long after, Dialect followed the crowd outside the bloody maelstrom, watching a few escaping lights flash out first, and then flash in along the gap in the bloody long tail, just like the successor of Emperor Zhan, the successor of Emperor Gu.

Fang Yan didn't move in a hurry, and after waiting for several hours, he suddenly got up and sighed: "Wu Wentian, I'm going to let you down this time, and Brother Cang, maybe Fang Yan will also miss the appointment." gone."

As he spoke, Dialect jumped into the long tail of the bloody maelstrom.

At that time, with Yuanying cultivation base, he joined forces with Daoist Hu to pass through this bloody maelstrom and enter the passage in the center. Now that the dialect's cultivation base is a hundred times higher than that of the past, it is naturally much easier. This time, the dialect recognizes that person. The runes shining on the bloody barrier seem to be somewhat similar to the runes of the witch clan, but the dialect at the moment has no intention to explore these mysterious runes. At this moment, Fang Yan is urging his exercises to suppress his cultivation with all his strength.

It wasn't until he reached the entrance of the passage and encountered the bloody long chain that he attacked and killed him, that Dialect shot to destroy the long chain. Many monks around were slightly startled when they saw Dialect's understatement, and they all wondered which master senior it belonged to. At that time, the dialect had already urged his figure to escape into the bloody passage behind the portal.

As soon as he crossed the gate, Fang Yan sent a message to Taoist Hu: "Everything is left to you, and I must suppress it with all my strength, otherwise, if we really want to usher in a thunder disaster in this great passage, it is better to be in the world of self-cultivation , at least there is no need to worry about accidentally falling into the unknown void."

"Don't worry." Compared with the previous time, Daoist Hu has a lot more confidence. As soon as the dialect voice fell, Daoist Hu interjected, full of confidence.

(End of this chapter)