Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 141 On the way home

Not to mention the people with the surname Huang, this is the first time I have seen this kind of magic weapon that possesses space even in dialect. Of course, my Qiankun bag and Qiankun pot are not counted.

Listening to the command of the dialect, all the people surnamed Huang entered the stone array, and looked around in amazement. Although it was very empty, this was the inside of a magic weapon. Everyone still couldn't figure it out. A board, how can there be such a big space inside, dozens of people from my family, plus food, fresh water, and some people even brought in their livestock and home furnishings.

"Tell me, is this dialect cultivator an immortal master?" a bearded man asked loudly to the person next to him.

"I think it must be. If it weren't for the immortal master, how could we have this kind of treasure? You and I have also sensed the aura of heaven and earth, and there is mana in our body. Feel around, this aura is ten thousand times stronger than our body, one hundred thousand times. Isn't a fairy master able to do this?" said a young man who looked like he had read a book.

Everyone talked about it, talking about dialects for a while, and dreaming about the hometown that they had never seen before. Is there really such a beautiful place?

Only the patriarch Liu'er didn't interrupt. They firmly believed that what the dialect said was the truth, and they would definitely be able to bring them back to their hometown.

Seeing that the clansmen were still talking, the old patriarch coughed: "Stop talking and continue to practice. What Brother Fang gave us is the Dao of Immortalization. Remember, no matter where you go, your own strength is the most important thing."

Hearing the old patriarch's words, everyone stopped discussing, took out spirit stones one after another, and began to practice.

All of this can't be hidden from Fang Yan. Just after placing these people in, Fang Yan is still worried. He is paying attention to his magic weapon through his spiritual consciousness. Fly into the dialect body.

As for the group of demons subdued by Fang Yan, they haven't arrived here yet, and Fang Yan doesn't care about them anymore, even the most powerful Dong Yateng is just waiting for him to send that magic weapon.

Dong Yateng didn't let Dialect and Jiu Huan wait for too long, he was a devil, he recovered much faster than Jiu Huan, and a few days later, when Dong Yateng arrived here, he was already much stronger than him. I don't know how many big demons I have devoured in the past few days to be so diligent.

Of course, Dialect himself couldn't see all of this, he could only feel that the aura of Long Yateng was much stronger, and the specific situation was told to Dialect later by Master Jiu Huan.

"No, this is the magic weapon." Toriya Teng just arrived here when he threw a feather-like thing over.It's not like the Jinpeng bird's tail feathers on dialect, but it's shaped like feathers.

After dialect took it, he probed with his consciousness, but his own consciousness couldn't go deep into it, and he tried to input mana into it. It was okay, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any response. Although dialect didn't know what it was, it was definitely not bad , at least the material is good material.

"Tong Yateng, what's so strange about this thing?" I couldn't figure it out, so I asked Long Yateng.

"I don't know what is so strange about it, but I got it from a monk at the level of a demon emperor, but I didn't expect that this thing is not something that can be used by the demons in cultivation. I have lost countless demons, and there is no one. For signs of refinement, I think only you monks can sacrifice it, but your cultivation base is too low, if I am not afraid that you will die accidentally, I will not give it to you."

In fact, Dong Yateng hasn't said everything yet. At the beginning, he was still a demon general. He fought with the previous leader and killed a Nascent Soul cultivator. Because he made a lot of contributions, the leader rewarded him One thing, he chose this feather, but after he got it, he realized that not only could he not practice this thing, but it would also have repulsive power when placed on his body, and he needed to consume demons to stabilize it.

I was reluctant to throw it away, it was useless to hold it, and I had to waste my energy, so I simply threw this thing in my cave and left it alone. This time, I gave it to Fang Yan sincerely. To protect myself, the magic treasure dialect I refined cannot be used. After much deliberation, only this unknown thing may be useful.

It's not enough to give something, but to give something, Toshito is not polite at all, and he is not cautious because the dialect is his master.

The dialect didn't take it seriously, what the other party said was the truth, and his cultivation base was indeed very low compared to that of Tong Yateng and the Jiuhuan real person beside him. In terms of actual cultivation base, Tong Yateng could crush himself to death with one finger , Regardless of these, Dialect put away this feather that he didn't know how to use.

"Tong Yateng, Jiu Huan and I are going to leave here, so you will accompany us and escort us to Hanmo Mountain, and then we will have nothing to do with you, how about it?"

"Hanmo Mountain? You actually want to go to the realm of comprehension from Hanmo Mountain? No, no, the time and space there are disordered, and even the devil emperor can't find the correct passage through it, let alone the two of you."

Hanmo Mountain is the place where Jiuhuan Daoist told the dialect passage, and the passage that dialect came from is nearby, but Jiuhuan Daoist said that there is no way to go back to this one, and many of the formations on the other side of the comprehension world were set up by Jiuhuan. This one is , after it was fully activated, I didn’t even want people to go out from this formation. As for the old man’s master in the ring, he was seriously injured and returned to the cultivation world before it was fully activated, leaving behind a simple teleportation formation. Jiu Huan didn't know about it.

Fang Yan didn't speak when he heard Dong Yateng's words, but looked at him coldly.

After a while, Tong Yateng seemed to accept this fact: "Okay, okay, let's go to Hanmo Mountain." After finishing speaking, he murmured in his heart: "Damn, why are you so unlucky to find such a weak master? Not to mention, I still have to go to die. Should I separate half of my body with the Chaos Demon Separation Technique, so that I won’t be threatened by the Demon Heart Oath, but my strength will be greatly damaged in this way, I’m afraid the Demon will The rank of the general will not be guaranteed." Thinking of this, he cursed the dialect again in his heart.

Hanmo Mountain is a well-known place in the Dark Demon Realm, not because there is pure magic energy there, but because there are many time-space passages there, but most of them are not stable passages, many passages are very narrow, and it is impossible to pass through real objects. The power is so violent that even the devil emperor can't pass through safely. Some of them can pass through, but the opposite is a desolate area, which is worse than the Dark Demon Realm. What's more, there is only a space a few miles in size.

All in all, although all the devils in the Dark Demon Realm know the space-time passage in Hanmo Mountain, few people go there to explore. The danger there is much greater than other places. If you are not careful, you will step into an unknown passage , no matter how high the cultivation base is, there will be no scum left that will be devoured. Now only those demons with relatively low levels take risks there in order to improve their strength.

Regarding the choice of dialect, Dong Yateng did not dare to object. No matter how high his cultivation base is, as long as the oath of the devil's heart is in the hands of dialect, then his life is in the hands of dialect. , Say you don’t want him to go, stay is to find a master for yourself, although it looks easy to talk now, but who knows what kind of temper it is, there is no such thing as mercy among demons, the law of the jungle is the right way.

As long as the dialect leaves the Dark Demon Realm, it is absolutely impossible to command him across borders with his cultivation. As long as the dialect doesn't come to the Dark Demon Realm anymore, it's the same as not having one.

But Tong Yateng is afraid of the death of the dialect. Although the dialect cannot directly command himself, the Demon Heart Oath is the highest oath of the demon race. In the Dark Demon Realm, a great loss of strength is no different from death. Anyone who can cultivate to the level of a magic general is a clever person. When my enemies find out that they are weak, they will definitely seek revenge immediately.

In this mood of worrying about gains and losses, Dong Yateng followed Jiu Huan Zhenren and flew towards Hanmo Mountain, while Dialect was still guarded by Jiu Huan Zhenren.

(End of this chapter)