Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 1039 Continuous Collection
While the three of them were busy here, shouts of surprise and cheers sounded from time to time in the distance. It was conceivable that there must be more flashes of fairy spirit, otherwise, what would make these ancestors react like this.

Regarding the movement in the distance, Taoist Yunshang, Taoist Xikong and Taoist Xikong, the two patriarchs had no intention of paying attention to it. They had all their energy in front of them, but they didn't expect to have such a harvest. I don't know how many times what I saw before, whether it's condensing magic weapons or practicing exercises, just relying on this fairy spirit is enough to advance to a level.

The two ancestors knew how much coveting such a spiritual object would attract. Although as the ancestors of the Tianxing Sect, they were not afraid of anyone's prying eyes, they would not take the initiative to attract attention. The movement of the magic weapon to kill the aura of the real devil is much smaller than when the soul Taoist and Zhandi were in the past, but only they have such trust, and few others can do it.

Half an hour later, the faces of the two patriarchs showed delighted expressions, they both put away their exercises, and once again scanned the forbidden spirit energy, they couldn't help but secretly said in their hearts: "The younger generation like Dialect really has excellent skills. With such luck, it’s no wonder that in just a few hundred years, he has the strength of his current cultivation.”

You must know that in the world of comprehension, although it cannot be said that there are as many talented people as stars, they are not uncommon, but after all, there are only a very small number of people who can achieve something. It's no wonder that the two ancestors are envious of the luck of the dialect.

Fang Yan didn't know that his actions were regarded as luck by the two ancestors, but even if he knew, Fang Yan wouldn't care too much. Could it be that he borrowed the luck of the Qiankun Pot to achieve today's achievements.

The dialect at this moment is just urging the kung fu to slowly grind away the real devil's energy. In order to leave the fairy spirit to the door of the Qiankun pot to the greatest extent, the dialect this time did not allow the Qiankun pot to release the real devil's energy. A cage came into it, and it happened to take this opportunity to check his own strength. He noticed the eyes of the two ancestors who were outside the defense, and Fang Yan couldn't help sighing secretly. He was still much worse than the two ancestors. Ah, even if there is the source of thunder on the body, Yuanying can be called a thunder infant, and the aura of the thunder is like an arm and finger. After all, it can't be compared with the two ancestors. a bit.

After a long time, the dialect finally stopped moving.

Taoist Yunshang, who had been watching him for a long time, sensed it immediately, and immediately asked: "Kill them all, don't leave future troubles, the real devil's aura should not be underestimated."

Slowly urging the exercises to circulate for a week, the dialect said: "Thank you for your concern, ancestor, it's all right now."

"Haha, okay, you have also collected a piece of fairy energy. Now that your cultivation base is still shallow, there is no need to rush to suppress your cultivation base. If you have time, you can refine and absorb this piece of fairy energy, but for now, let's get rid of it. The most important thing is to recover a little bit, and then repair this crack, I can sense that there is a more fierce magic in it, maybe there is an existence beyond the demon king who is imprisoned in it." Hearing the words in the dialect, Yun Taoist Shang nodded and said immediately.

Aside from the Daoist Xikong, who was urging his hands to condense the formation and runes to repair the cracks in the sealing formation, there was also a voice: "It is true, the magic is that I feel frightened, but I don't know what kind of monster was sealed by the senior immortal. , dialect, please reply quickly and take over from me earlier."

Up to now, even Taoist Xikong no longer regards the dialect as an ordinary junior as in the past, especially the formation. , at this moment, watching more turbulent formation runes rush towards that crack, but the effect is still not as good as when Fang Yan did it.

"Okay, the ancestor will work hard for a while, and wait for me to refine two pills." Fang Yan didn't mention that the fairy spirit had already been thrown into the Qiankun Pot by himself, let alone that he was more concerned about the situation after the formation was closed. They knew better, and after answering, they immediately threw two pills into their mouths, and then activated the exercises to refine the pill power.

While activating the exercises, the dialect's spiritual consciousness has already penetrated into the Qiankun Pot deep in the body, and another fairy spirit entered it, which is even more majestic than the previous one. At this moment, the portal of the Qiankun Pot is opening Tumbling, the door's figure flickered, and seeing the complete appearance was in front of his eyes, a few traces of joy flashed in Fang Yan's heart.

It was only until the dialect completely absorbed the alchemy, and the fluctuation of the portal in the Qiankun pot had already subsided, but the phantom of the portal became chaotic again. Sensing the more eager aura of the Qiankun pot, dialect couldn't help being angry: The one obtained from Taoist Yong is already three immortal spirits, but it’s not enough? If I use it to cultivate myself, even if I can’t reach the Dzogchen in the middle stage of distraction, I can improve it a lot.”

The dialect that took back the consciousness shook his head. In addition to the storage function, the Qiankun Pot has been useful to him in these years. At other times, he has absorbed spiritual things from himself, and he has become its servant. Forget it, no matter Anyway, it is necessary to fiddle with this door, and you can't give up halfway, otherwise, you will lose countless five elements and three fairy spirits for nothing, and that will be called injustice.

The dialect that made up its mind immediately said to Taoist Xikong: "Old Ancestor, I have recovered."

Hearing the voice of the dialect, Taoist Xikong didn't say anything else, Dang even gave up his position, willing to fight for the dialect.

But it didn't take long before something happened that moved the two ancestors again. It was another reminder in dialect, and two fairy spirits burst out from the crack in the formation along with the real devil's spirit. The same richness, not the slightest bit.

The two patriarchs, who had already experienced the previous experience, did not pause at all, and had already divided labor and cooperated as before.

It's just that while urging the exercises, the two still couldn't help communicating.

"Could it be that this crack in the sealing array just connects the spirit of the fairy and the place where the devil is?" Taoist Yun Shang said, if it is a coincidence, it is unlikely to be a coincidence that it appears consecutively, but Yun Shang at this moment The Taoist didn't know that Taoist Soul and Emperor Zhan had already seen the same fairy spirit back then, otherwise he might have doubted the dialect.

Hearing Taoist Yunshang's words, Taoist Xikong nodded: "It's likely to be the case. It's just that the two dialects can be known in advance, and he discovered the movement earlier than us. Could it be that he was able to penetrate the situation in the closed formation?"

"Exploring into it? Impossible." Taoist Yun Shang said immediately, but he also thought of something that didn't make sense after only half a sentence, so he didn't continue talking, and fell into thinking. How could the strength of the dialect be discovered before the two of them.

"It's hard to say. Although the ancestors have never heard of someone being able to penetrate into it, it's also hard to say that there are seniors who can really sense it. After all, there is no ancestor in our Tianxingzong who really understands the origin of the formation." Daoist Xikong said slowly in the dialect over there.

"This?" Taoist Yunshang paused slightly upon hearing the words, and then exchanged a glance with Taoist Xikong. The two agreed in tacit understanding and did not speak any more. They just waved their hands to strengthen the isolation formation around them a little more, and then dealt with it with all their strength. Before getting up, the real devil's aura came, even if there was any guess in his heart, he was not in a hurry to confirm it for a while. At this moment, the dialect also suppressed the hand formula, and he was undoubtedly entangled with the real devil's aura. The magical weapon of breath enveloped the surroundings, but even they didn't know what it was.

Daoist Yunshang, Daoist Xikong and Daoist Xikong didn't know that there was another person in Moyuan Ridge who also sensed the movement of the strong fairy spirit. The Taoist soul of the eighth catastrophe is the Daoist Yong who rushed in not long ago. When it comes to familiarity with the spirit of the fairy, which of the ancestors can compare with this fairy god from the real spirit world? Compared with the body of mind distraction.

It's just that this Yong Taoist seemed to be able to only sense the fluctuations of the fairy spirit vaguely, but it was difficult to confirm where it was. After concentrating on sensing for a while, he muttered in disappointment: "Who is so lucky? Just now If the two flashes of fairy energy belong to me, wouldn't it be possible to break through to the late stage of distraction?"

(End of this chapter)