Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 137
The thunder treasure that Fang Yan thought of was the Thunder Tree obtained from the Thunder Formation. Although there was only some spiritual power remaining, it was an ancient treasure after all. It doesn't matter if you throw it in the Qiankun Pot. It is also a middle-grade treasure. The power of the thunder element is naturally stronger than the power of Lihuo, but the Jinglei wood is still a piece of spiritual wood. I don't know if it will work or not.

With the attitude of giving it a try, Fang Yan stretched out his hand to take out the piece of thunder wood, but found that his spiritual power was much more abundant than when he got it, and even the shape changed a little. Fang Yan didn't have time to study what was going on, so he immediately put Enter mana into it, hoping to stimulate its inner lightning.

Dialect was not disappointed, a bolt of lightning shot out from the Thunder Tree, but it was too small, less than one-tenth of his Lihuo. The Nine Fantasy real people who have already clearly gained the upper hand.

If this trick doesn't work, Dialect will have to consider the way out. One is to retreat, and the other is to use peach miasma poison to kill the already possessed Jiuhuan Daoist, or at least to seriously injure him so that he cannot fully communicate with Jiuhuan Daoist's spiritual consciousness. Fusion, there is no way to escape the space sealed by the Nine Illusion Formation. Apart from this, I have no extra means at hand. Even the tail feathers gifted by the Jinpeng bird are no better than the thunder light in the Thunder Formation above. More powerful.

Dialect, who was in a state of anxiety, saw a small thunder light in his hand sinking into the body of Daoist Jiuhuan, but what he heard was the scream of the devil, heart-piercing, Dialect was overjoyed, knowing that this thunderbolt was really useful, very Soon, the real Jiuhuan who hadn't made a sound for a long time appeared again.

"Fang Yan, hurry up and cast a few more lightning bolts to ward off evil spirits."

There was a rare sense of surprise in his tone, Master Jiu Huan really didn't expect that Fang Yan had the means to cast evil lightning lightning in his hand, although this lightning light was weaker and far from killing the devil, but the impact on the devil Huge, after all, after fighting for thousands of years, the strength of Jiuhuan Daoist has fallen from Nascent Soul to Jindan, and the strength of the demon head has not recovered from the original high-level magic commander. Great effect.

Dialect heard the words of Daoist Jiuhuan, but he didn't know what to do.Hastily input mana again, two bolts of lightning shot out one after the other, instantly submerged into the body of Jiuhuan Daoist, but soon, Fang Yan realized that more than half of the spiritual power in the section of Jinglei wood in his hand had been consumed, at most It can inspire another evil spirit lightning.

Anxious in my heart, I don't know if it is enough: "Senior Jiuhuan, there is at most one more, senior be careful."

"There's only one?" Jiu Huan's hope that had just been raised was lost for the most part. If there were four or five more, Jiu Huan would be able to completely kill the devil's consciousness that invaded his body without being affected by it, but if If there is only one, at most it can only be wounded and imprisoned again, but as long as I leave here, with the replenishment of black devil energy, the devil will recover in a short time, and I am far worse. Stay here for a thousand years?Even if there are another thousand years, it is just waiting for the body to die, and there will be no second result.

"Dialect, hit the last evil thunderbolt here. After you hit it, you leave this place immediately. With the formation map of the Nine Illusions, it will take some time at most, and you will always get out."

The dialect understood Jiu Huan's meaning, the evil lightning in the Jinglei Wood could not eliminate the devil, Jiu Huan planned to stay here.

"Senior, the boy has another trick, which should be able to greatly harm the devil, but it is very likely that it will also harm the body and soul of the senior."

"What? What else can you do?" Master Jiu Huan asked in disbelief. He had been amazed by dialect's methods these past few days. Could there be a more effective method than evil spirits and lightning?

Fang Yan didn't say much: "Senior, look." After saying this, a few crimson auras emerged from Fang Yan's peach miasma armor, like tentacles dancing around Fang Yan's side.

"This is? What kind of poison is this? It's so poisonous." Master Jiu Huan tried to probe with his divine sense, but suddenly felt that the divine sense that he touched the tentacles was immediately corroded, so he was so frightened that he quickly cut off the poison. Share God thought, and asked in dialect at the same time.

"This junior got it by chance, but this thing is too poisonous. Although it has been practiced by the junior, it still cannot accurately control the attack target."

Daoist Jiu Huan made a decision in just a split second. At this moment, the devil is at a complete disadvantage. As long as he can be killed, even if his body and soul suffer some damage, it is worth it.

"Dialect, come on, since there is such a poison, there is no need to waste the evil spirit lightning. As long as the soul is not destroyed, even if the body is destroyed." Jiu Huan who made the decision said decisively.

Now that Jiu Huan had made a decision, Dialect released the peach miasma poison, and it did not enter the body of Jiu Huan for a moment. Because of the need for dialect control, Jiu Huan even opened his own sea of ​​consciousness to Dialect. Dialect's spiritual consciousness wrapped in his own miasma poison and entered a strange place.

It is countless times wider than my own sea of ​​consciousness, and there is a huge light cluster in the center, in which I can vaguely see the shadow of Jiuhuan Daoist. It's very, far inferior to the solidity of the other party, but at the moment Jiuhuan Daoist's soul is also very sluggish, and the light on the light ball flickers on and off.

Not far from the light cluster, there is a black sphere, surrounded by several beams of light, moving left and right, trying to break through the confinement of the beams of light, and at the same time emitting bursts of magic, it must be the devil.

But the butterfly is not here, and I don't know where it went.

"Fang Yan, hurry up, your poison is too strong, my body has already begun to dissipate, and the sea of ​​consciousness can't stand it for long."

Hearing the words, Fang Yan immediately accelerated towards the black shadow, feeling that he could reach the opponent's place, stopped, and several peach miasma poisons rushed towards the opponent, at the moment the peach miasma poison approached the beam of light, One of the beams of light disappeared in an instant, and several streaks of miasma poison entered the cage smoothly.

The devil who found that the cage was broken didn't have time to rejoice, so he screamed loudly: "Ah, what is this?"

The magic around him was quickly dyed red by the peach miasma poison, and when he was about to be completely killed by the peach miasma poison, Fang Yan suddenly heard the devil begging for mercy: "I am willing to surrender."

"Huh?" Dialect doubted whether he could bear such a powerful demon's oath of the devil's heart. It would be great if he could have a big devil who was comparable to the Nascent Soul as his subordinate. Very powerful.

"Dialect, let him swear the oath of the devil's heart. Now his strength is no more than a junior devil commander, which is the appearance of the early stage of Jindan. You can bear it."

The Daoist Jiu Huan at the side also heard the words of the big devil. He didn't expect that the devil he had fought for thousands of years would be subdued by a few strands of poison, but he couldn't help but refuse to accept it. After a while, the devil turned from a high-level devil Shuai fell to the junior magic commander. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he would have been completely poisoned and killed, leaving only a mass of pure magic.

Before Fang Yan could speak, the big devil who couldn't stand it had already thrown out a ball of demon heart oath. Fang Yan saw the fire of this oath, which was far stronger than Kutaikang's demon heart oath, and distinguished it. Shoot into the sea of ​​consciousness.At the same time, the peach miasma poison was put away, and the spiritual consciousness was wrapped in the peach miasma poison and withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness of Daoist Jiuhuan.

But the devil didn't come out, there was a huge thunder formation above his head at this moment, if he just popped out like this, he would immediately attract the attack of the thunder formation, although the quality of those thunder lights was not as good as the dialect's evil spirit lightning, but they would Much bigger, at this moment the strength of the demon head has been greatly weakened, and he can no longer withstand a few toss.

After returning to his body, Dialect discovered that two butterflies with patterns had been flying beside his body, and each of them had strengthened a lot, obviously swallowing up a lot of magic energy. The impact of the miasma poison was terrible. This was the result of trying to control the dialect. Even his sea of ​​consciousness suffered a lot of damage. It would take a lot of effort to recover, but it solved the problem of the devil in the sea of ​​consciousness. Huan is still more happy than sad.

Master Jiuhuan didn't thank him any more, he didn't say thanks for his great kindness, he had already remembered this kind of love in his heart, and the few wisps of poison in the dialect still shocked him, and the poison alone could forcibly resist the Nascent Soul cultivator , not only the body, but also the soul. This is not a method that a foundation cultivator should master. Although if the dialect is the enemy's poison, Jiuhuan also has many ways to keep it out of the body, but the dialect is Only the cultivation of the foundation was different from his own Nascent Soul's cultivation by more than a dozen realms.

"Fang Yan, let's stay for a few more days and then leave here." Master Jiu Huan confessed, and then he recovered cross-legged with the spirit stone in his hand.

(End of this chapter)