Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 140
Daoist Jiu Huan never expected such a situation to happen. He originally planned to come and pick up the master and leave. Since he was promoted to a golden core cultivator, he has rarely dealt with mortals. It is no different from ants, and after staying in the Dark Demon Realm for thousands of years, I have already forgotten how to deal with mortals. Seeing these people are so enthusiastic about Dialect, and Dialect is my savior, little brother.

Jiu Huan slowed down a bit, then raised his palm, and cast out some kind of spell. He only felt a wave of pure spiritual energy, scattered on the villagers of the whole village like spring wind and rain.

The villagers just felt comfortable for a while, but they could clearly see the dialect. It was all extremely pure heaven and earth spiritual energy. Just like that, all the people who were exposed to this rain of spiritual energy raised their cultivation base by one or two levels, and even People who have not yet sensed the aura of heaven and earth have become monks without any side effects, which is much better than swallowing the rising dragon pill by themselves.

Fang Yan quickly ordered everyone to go back to absorb the spirit stones and consolidate their cultivation. Even Liu Er, who wanted to come over, rushed back. It would be foolish not to seize this opportunity.Just after sending the villagers back, Fang Yan turned his head and said to Master Jiu Huan: "Brother Jiu Huan, seeing that you have improved the cultivation of so many people so easily, see if you can do the same for me."

"Go, go, you boy, I don't know how much cultivation it will cost. Even I can only do this for a while. It's okay for them to just get started and raise a level. Your foundation builder asked me to upgrade to a level, right? You want to exhaust me to death."

Dialect stuck out his tongue, stopped speaking, and led Master Jiuhuan to the village, while introducing him to the situation of these people.

Arriving in the room where Fang Yan was resting that day, Fang Yan asked, "Brother Jiu Huan, with so many people, how can we take them away safely?"

Jiu Huan looked at the dialect: "Brother, I really believe that you are a rookie on the second floor of the foundation. You don't know this kind of common sense."

"common sense?"

"Didn't I give you a mountain stone formation plate? You should practice it in the next two days. This is a top-quality treasure. Although it can't accommodate thousands of people like aura, it is just a little Ten people can still be let go."

"What? Brother, you said that people can live in this magic weapon?"

"It's not living, it's just temporarily accommodated. If you want them to live in, at least you need a spirit weapon. Only a spirit weapon can form your own stable space and resist the pressure from the outside world. The space of this rock formation is not stable. It will deform or even collapse when you attack, and you need to refine it again."

After listening to Master Jiuhuan's words, Dialect immediately ran to the side and started to practice. Master Jiuhuan wanted to teach him some sacrifice techniques, but when he saw that he was in such a hurry, he stopped talking, and only waited for the dialect to be unable to practice. I'll talk about it later.

Dialect didn't come to Jiuhuan Daoist Blood Sacrifice to practice his techniques. He found that the general sacrificial techniques didn't work, and now he was playing the Fanping Jue he learned from Ji Feng.

Soon Dialect found that the second set of tactics was not enough. Although he could establish a connection with the stone array in front of him, but according to this progress, it might take several months or even longer to practice this magic weapon. After the gesture, he stopped first.

When Dialect first learned such hand formulas, he could only perform the first set of hand formulas with only the cultivation of Qi. Later, when he practiced the Qiankun Pot, he could only perform the second set of 36-style hand formulas for the first time, which was still very reluctant. I never thought about the third set, but now the mana of the dialect has increased greatly compared to then, and the speed of circulation is not comparable to that at that time. Whether it is possible to type the third set of hand formulas without mistakes at once, the dialect has no confidence.

Gathering his mind, Fang Yan carefully recalled the hand formulas. There are a total of two hundred hand formulas. There must be no mistakes in the middle.

After deducing it several times in his mind, Fang Yan felt that it was still a bit difficult to fully play with his own strength, but it was not hopeless, so he stuffed a few Lingyuan pills into his mouth, Fang Yan stretched out his hands, and started to play the first move.

Two hundred hand formulas are not simply two hundred moves. They not only need to cooperate with mana, but also need to cooperate with spiritual consciousness. Some need to be played at a high speed, while others need to be played slowly. The priority is very particular.

Many times in a row, dialect has been unable to play this set of hand formulas. It is undeniable that when playing this set of hand formulas, the connection between himself and the magic weapon is much closer. Although he doesn't know the inner truth, dialect absolutely believes The efficacy of this set of hand formulas, as long as you can finish the whole set of hand formulas, you can definitely practice this magic weapon.

Ten days later, Fang Yan finally typed out the whole set of hand formulas accurately, and the rock formation in front of him suddenly glowed brightly, as if it had spirituality, but Fang Yan was shocked, because although the magic weapon was successfully practiced, the other party did not. It seems that he is unwilling to be driven by himself and wants to break through the sky. At this time, the dialect has already been discovered, and the real Jiuhuan is at the side, forming a protective formation to cover himself. If it is not for this formation, I am afraid that this magic weapon It has already flown out.

It is the first time that dialect has encountered such a spiritual magic weapon, and his Qiankun Pot does not have such spirituality, but what should he do now, at this time, no one else can help him, if he gives up, this thing will not need to be sacrificed again in the future Practiced, there is no chance again.

Fang Yan saw the mountainous stone formations running around, and suddenly thought of it, isn't this just like the scene where he is about to become an alchemy when he is refining the Dragon Pill? The tactic was typed out, and just after finishing it, he felt that the mountain stone formation disk had stabilized, and suddenly disappeared in a flash, but Fang Yan knew that he had completely succeeded in practicing, because the mountain stone formation disk is now in his In the body, like the Qiankun Pot, it can be refined into the body.

Seeing the success of the dialect sacrifice, Master Jiu Huan also put away the formation: "Brother Fang, I didn't expect that you are not high in cultivation and have a lot of means, and you can practice the top-grade treasure so easily. I don't even know what the hand formulas are, but the last few hand formulas should be the Qingdan sect's techniques, so is my brother a disciple of the Qingdan sect?"

Qingdanmen?The old man has never disclosed his origin, and the dialect is not clear, and the old man is unwilling to meet with other masters, but considering the old man's miraculous alchemy method, it is really possible that he is a person from the Qingdan sect.

The dialect can only say: "Brother Jiu Huan, it is thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I am afraid that this magic weapon would have gone through the sky. This set of tactics was taught by a senior. As for whether he is from the Qingdan sect , I don't really know."

"Okay, don't say these words anymore. Since you have practiced the Luan Stone Formation Disk, hurry up and let these people go in. I can't wait to go back to the world of comprehension."

"Oh," Fang Yan agreed, and with a move of his consciousness, the mountain stone formation plate just now appeared in his hand. On the originally ordinary formation plate, there appeared some mysterious patterns, which seemed to contain some kind of profound meaning faintly. Reason, the dialect can't be studied and understood for a while, but I know that these are the pictures of the mountain formation, as long as I input mana to activate it, a pair of mountain formations will appear around me immediately.

Now is not the time for experimentation, dialect immediately probed his spiritual consciousness into the rock array disk, and sure enough, as brother Jiuhuan said, there is a large space in this magic weapon, hundreds of people can enter it without any problem With a thought, the spiritual consciousness withdrew from the formation disk, and saw a portal-like thing appearing in front of him, as long as he stepped over, he entered the formation disk space.

Just after a while, Fang Yan found that his mana could no longer keep up. It seemed that he needed to work harder if he wanted to fully drive this magic weapon. He threw a Lingyuan Pill and recovered a little. The people surnamed Huang on the side.

The people surnamed Huang had already been waiting by the side. They spent two days consolidating their cultivation, and then they have been waiting here for the dialect. If Daoist Jiuhuan hadn't told them that the dialect would take a long time, many people would have been waiting forever. However, the brilliance released when the dialect festival was successfully practiced just now still attracted everyone.

The dialect will be taken to the door and put away, and said to the old patriarch: "Patriarch, you can ask people to prepare some food and water, the more the better, after we are ready, we will leave here and prepare to return to the cultivation world."

The old patriarch quickly issued the order, and then stood beside Fang Yan together with Liu Er. Daoist Jiu Huan was too imposing, they didn't dare to disturb too much, and many things were waiting for Fang Yan to answer.

"Brother, can we really go back?"

"Yes, I can."

(End of this chapter)