Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 128 Half Spiritual Root
Dialect still can't think too much about the future, how to escape from this group of monsters is the most important thing, only a little mana is needed, as long as he can drive Lihuo or the peach miasma poison in the peach miasma armor, You can get out of trouble.

The power of the Rising Dragon Pill was extremely violent. I don't know how long it took before Fang Yan felt that his physical strength had recovered a little, just a little, and he could barely open his mouth. In the dialect, it is impossible to drive Lihuo outside the body, but it can barely be done inside the body. The strand of white silk that enters the mouth melts instantly when it meets Lihuo.

Lihuo's effect on the white silk did not exceed what dialect expected. What surprised him was that after the white silk melted, there was a trace of spiritual power flowing along his meridians, which was incomparably pure wood-type spiritual power. .

The dialect was overjoyed, so why didn't he hurry up and continue to sweep the white silk around his mouth with his tongue, the strands of white silk were continuously refined, and wood-element spiritual power poured into the riddled meridians, and the dialect gradually recovered Perception, only then did Fang Yan feel how badly he had been injured, much worse than ever before, the meridians in his body could no longer be called meridians, they were all rotten.

Aware of this situation, Fang Yan immediately knew that he had played too big this time, which had already ruined the foundation of his cultivation, and it would be difficult for him to make any progress in the future.

However, these white silks around me don't know why they possess such pure wood-type spiritual power. Compared with earth-type spiritual power, wood-type spiritual power is more suitable for healing injuries. It's a pity that the power in these white silks is too small.

When he was unconscious, Fang Yan didn't feel any pain, but with the entry of this bit of spiritual power, now it is painful from the bone marrow and soul, Fang Yan knows this is a good thing, if he really has been unconscious Fortunately, this is not the first time I have encountered this situation. Although I can't rely on mana to relieve the pain, the dialect is not what it used to be, and my spiritual will is as strong as a stone.

Dialect's persistence was not in vain. He didn't know how long it took before he finally felt that his body had some strength. Although he didn't have any magic power in his body, at least Fang Yan could put all the white silk on his body into it with his hands. The mouth is in the mouth, and all the things around the mouth have already entered the belly of the dialect, turning into a trace of power, and repairing the meridians of the dialect.

As long as he can move, it will be easy. Dialect first removes the white silk from his eyes and puts it into his mouth. While taking these white silk at the same time, he looks at the surrounding environment. It is not the deep cave in Dialect's imagination, nor is it very dark. It was only a little darker than the outside, and the darkness I found just now seemed to be because the eyes were covered with white silk.

None of the monster insects that brought him in were gone, so could they just leave themselves here?While thinking wildly, Fang Yan kept putting all the white silk on his body into his mouth, and more and more wood-type spiritual energy entered the meridians. Fang Yan could almost feel that his meridians were getting better and better, and Taixi soil reformed the meridians It doesn't make sense, it seems that this power is more gentle and far less violent than Taixitu's. Most of the pain in the dialect is the result of taking Rising Dragon Pill.

The effect is not as obvious as Taixitu. Dialect realized that his meridians are not much stronger. Fortunately, the mana in his body has finally begun to recover. With his own mana, he can try to control these pure wood-type spiritual power. Dialect First of all, he recruited two spiritual pets, put them beside him, and began to use his magic power to refine the wood-type spiritual power in his body.

The time of practice passed quickly, Fang Yan felt a little recovered, and looked inside himself, although he was far from recovering to the full level, only less than one-third recovered, but he didn't know how much better than before.

Fang Yan knew that his current strength was limited, so he didn't waste energy searching around, and directly called out the old man in the ring: "Old man, come out and take a look, we have arrived at a great place."

"Stinky boy, do you think of me when you encounter something?" The old man muttered, poked out his consciousness, scanned his surroundings, and suddenly shrank back: "Stinky boy, how did you come to such a place? , it’s clearly a thunderstorm.”

"Thunder formation? Old man, come out, there is no mana fluctuation at all, even the formation has been abandoned for a long time."

The old man popped up again tremblingly, observed for a while, and finally confirmed the dialect's opinion: "Well, it's a death formation, and there is no energy supply."

"Old man, what is the thunder formation, a formation specially designed to deal with demons?"

"More than that, the thunder formation, the thunder formation, has a restraining effect on the existence of spirits and souls, and it is just a side effect to deal with the devil. However, this thunder formation is only an elementary formation, and there is nothing to be desired except for its large size. place."

The old man began to comment on the formation in front of him.

"Do you understand this formation?"

"I don't understand. Even for the elementary level, monks above Nascent Soul can arrange it. I was trapped just after I was born, and I haven't had time to practice this kind of formation."

"Oh, so it's a formation, so it's easy to handle."

Dialect took out the elixir to restore mana and mend the meridians, and asked the old man for advice: "Old man, do you know a kind of ant-like monster that can spit out a ball of white silk. Does the white silk contain wood-type spiritual power?"

"Ant? White silk? Wood-type spiritual power?" The old man began to mutter again, and suddenly, the old man shouted: "Stinky boy, didn't you encounter a wood heart worm, right? It's light blue?"

"Well, cyan is cyan, not too light."

"Quick, take one out and have a look, baby."

"I don't have it. I was dragged in by them and got here. Now I can't find them even if I try to find them. You said those are not magic insects, but wood heart insects?"

"Hey, what can I say about you? You just said them? More than one? Have you heard of spiritual roots?"

"Spiritual roots? I've heard that some people are born with spiritual roots, and monks who don't have spiritual roots need to refine genius treasures to obtain spiritual roots."

"Unexpectedly, you know that, that's right, the acquired spiritual root comes from refining the treasures of heaven and earth, and the wood heart worm is a kind of treasure of heaven and earth, but it is not refining the wood heart worm, but the spit out of it. Mu Lingsi. Eh, no, brat, have you already refined Mu Lingsi?" The old man glanced at Dialect's body, and found the difference in Dialect.

"Old man, do you mean that I have a wood spirit root?" Fang Yan exclaimed excitedly.

"Wood spirit root? That's not true, but you have traces of wood spirit root on your body. Although it is still very faint, it is much stronger than before."

"Ah, Lingen can still do this?"

"Well, to be precise, you are considered a half-spiritual root. If you can't refine it into a real spiritual root, it will dissipate after a while."

"But where can I find those wood heart worms?"

The old man seemed to curl his lips: "Hey, your aptitude is really poor. Others refine a wood spirit silk to become a wood spirit root. When you meet a group of people, you can't refine it successfully. You still want to find wood heart worms." ?A wood heart worm will only spit silk once in its life, that is, when he is preparing to give birth to offspring, spinning silk is to prepare food for the offspring, no, dialect, hurry up to find, since there is a group of silk-spinning wood heart worms, then it must be There is a group of worm eggs, if you can find these worm eggs, it is enough for you to refine a complete wood spirit root."

"Ah, what else?"

Hastily stopped refining the elixir, stood up, turned his illusion-breaking eyes and looked around, expecting to find groups of wood heart insect eggs, but he was disappointed, except for finding a passage leading to the outside, he did not find any Only insect eggs were found, and no wood heartworm was found.

Dialect looked at the passage in front of him and compared it with the feeling he had when he came in. He was not sure if this passage was the one when he came in. It seemed to be much straighter than that one, with less twists and turns, only two Three bends, and then I don't know where it leads, but Dialect knows that what I see now may not be the real passage, and I need to walk through it step by step to know if it is.

"Old man, can you see what's behind that?"

"No, the cultivation level of the person who arranged this formation is much higher than mine. I have never practiced your supernatural powers. Even if I practiced it, I can't use it now. You should investigate slowly by yourself. Don't die here so easily, kid."

After explaining, the old man retracted into the ring again.

In addition to being able to point out the dialect in terms of knowledge, he can't help much in the actual operation. There is only a ray of consciousness that can be revealed, and the only thing that can scare people is coercion. The dialect doesn't care about the old man's words. go.

(End of this chapter)