Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 165 Hunter
"Boy, even if you add a puppet, how long can you support it? Controlling a puppet, even a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, can't last long. You, a small second-level monk in foundation establishment, don't need half a quarter of an hour to master it. If the consciousness is damaged, it will be difficult to think of death."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's take the move first"

The puppet still only attacks with fists and feet, but his strength far exceeds Liu Baichuan's estimate. The pressure generated by his mighty river can't help him even half of it. The puppet is not affected at all, and a pair of fists have already hit his forehead.

Liu Baichuan was shocked, and hastily took back the magic weapon and wrapped it in front of his body. Immediately, a long river of whiteness surrounded Liu Baichuan's body, and the puppet's attacks were dissipated into nothingness.

In an instant, the dialect knew Liu Baichuan's plan. Just as Liu Baichuan said, even if he was promoted to the second level of foundation establishment, it would take longer to control the puppets than before, but not much longer. Consciousness, when you can't command the puppet, the powerful puppet is just a dead thing.

Dialect was also a little surprised at the ability of the opponent's magic weapon. It was powerful when it attacked just now, but it is also impeccable in defense now. It is actually a magic weapon that is excellent in both offense and defense.

"Hmph, but you just want to hold on with this magic weapon, but you've made a mistake." Fang Yan thought coldly in his heart, Fang Yan had already thrown a Yangshen pill and two Lingyuan pills in his mouth, although they were far inferior Consumption, but there is no problem if you persist for a while.

Dialect didn't pay attention to the puppets fighting Liu Baichuan, but came to the place where the three spiritual pets were fighting. His red cicada and the queen bee were already at a disadvantage, especially the queen bee already had several scars on it. The transformation of the soil may have already been hurt by the sharp jaw knife of the flying centipede. The difference in rank is not so easy to overcome. The flying centipede is not only sharp in weapon, but also extremely flexible. Chichan's Lihuo can threaten it, but it is not at all as Without his rhythm, more than half of the attacks fell into the empty space.

However, with the addition of dialects, it is very different. In terms of flexibility, dialects cannot catch up with flying centipedes, and dialects will not be stupidly more flexible than spiritual pets. A row of thick thorns instantly sealed the surrounding space, and the branches continued to grow, squeezing the range of activities of the flying centipede, and it really became a thorn cage.

Since dialect possessed the wood spirit root, it became easier to cast wood spells. Not only did it consume less mana, but its power doubled. The cage of thorns that was no bigger than the thickness of an arm was released before, but now it is as thick as the mouth of a bowl. , the whole body is dark green, much stronger, a low-level spell has the power of a high-level spell.

This can only slow down the action of the flying centipede a little bit. After all, these thorns can't stop its jaw knife, which is comparable to a treasure, but this is enough, and what dialect wants is only this chance.

The two spiritual pets and the dialect were connected with each other, and at the moment when the flying centipede was trapped, both of them used their own killing tricks. The queen bee shot several bee stings into the flying centipede. After the shots, the queen bee Already exhausted, he was recalled by the dialect to recuperate in the spiritual pet bag.

If it was any other spiritual pet, these poisonous stingers would definitely affect its actions, but the flying centipede itself is a poison, but it slowed down after a pause, and the bee stinger that had already entered the body was forced out by him. The more powerful one is the Lihuo in Chichan's mouth, which even burns a big hole with the thorns released from the dialect. Naturally, the flying centipede inside is also uncomfortable, and its body is burned by Lihuo. chunks.However, Chi Chan seemed to be using too much force, and his expression was a little sluggish. Dialect quickly put it in his spiritual pet bag to accompany the Queen Bee.

At the same time, a few thorns were released, and the injured flying centipede was a little panicked, no longer as brave as before, and hurriedly cut off the thorns blocking the way, trying to escape back to Liu Baichuan.

It was the time to beat the dog in the water, how could dialect let it escape back, a Lihuo emerged from the palm of dialect, right at the place where the flying centipede came out, it almost rushed into the Lihuo of dialect by itself, the Lihuo of dialect The fire was much stronger than the red cicada, only heard a wail, and the flying centipede lost its breath, and the dialect didn't stop. It grabbed its body and returned to the side of the puppet and Liu Baichuan.

It's troublesome to say, but it's only two rounds, and the time is only a few blinks of an eye. As soon as Dialect killed the flying centipede, Liu Baichuan realized that he had a spiritual connection with the spiritual pet. The death of the spiritual pet brought him along with him. Also suffered some injuries.

With just a momentary pause, the puppet man found a flaw in his defense and punched into it. Fang Yan heard Liu Baichuan's muffled grunt in his ears.

None of the loose cultivators who cultivated step by step are Yi Yu's generation. Liu Baichuan quickly recovered and activated the magic weapon again. How long can he last with his spiritual sense of not believing in dialects? As long as the other party's spiritual sense is exhausted, he will When he was avenging his spiritual pet, Liu Baichuan was extremely confident in the protection of his magic weapon. As long as he didn't make mistakes, he didn't believe that dialects and puppets could break through his protection.

Things are always unsatisfactory, and Liu Baichuan found out how outrageous his calculations were in the next moment.

Two streaks of dark red emerged from Fang Yan's body and entered the layers of water curtains. After a while, Fang Yan heard Liu Baichuan's terrified voice: "What is this?"

Fang Yan smiled secretly, you put me here to attack, if you hadn't been so stubborn, how could I have released the peach miasma poison so easily, and succeeded so easily, this is something that even Nascent Soul cultivators are afraid of, What's more, you are only a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Suddenly, when the dialect continued to mobilize the miasma poison and puppets to attack Liu Baichuan, a coercion descended from the sky, and the unprepared dialect was almost overwhelmed.

this is?Dialect raised his head in surprise, Rong Canghai turned out to be Rong Canghai, he didn't recognize his own Rong Canghai in Qingyun Market, why did he meet here.

Before Fang Yan could figure out what was going on, he heard Rong Canghai's voice: "Boy, is your surname Fang? Dialect?"

Dialect was startled, and before he could answer, Rong Canghai's voice came again: "That's right, this spirit armor has the aura of Lihuo, and its cultivation is about the same. I don't believe there are so many coincidences in this world. The one who ruined my son's body and killed Wu Xiong."

Liu Baichuan, who was about to be killed by the dialect, seemed to have also discovered the change here, and tried to run away with his magic power, but unexpectedly, the dialect suddenly increased his attack power, and only heard a scream, Liu Baichuan had disappeared, unexpectedly Shilian's body was put into the Qiankun Pot by the dialect.

"Good boy, last time at the exchange meeting, I didn't show any emotion at all, so I didn't suspect it at all. Now that I have exposed my identity, I am still so calm in front of me, and I can kill a late-stage foundation-building monk. My son and Wu Xiong It's not wrong to lose to you."

Fang Yan's last blow just now had consumed very little of his mana, and the puppet could no longer be moved, so he took it back. At this moment, only Fang Yan was left standing in front of Rong Canghai, the golden core monk.

"I give you two ways, one is to follow me and be my son's servant, just like Wu Xiong, the other is to die and be refined into a puppet. If it weren't for your original soil spirit liquid, you wouldn't know it at all. I have this opportunity." Rong Canghai's voice was emotionless, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing, but at the same time seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The dialect's mana has only recovered a little. Originally, the dialect has consumed a lot of mana all the way. Before recovering, it has fought with the people of Rongcheng Trading Company and Liu Baichuan one after another. Although they all won, the remaining mana is about the same. used up.

Right now, standing opposite is a great golden core monk, a golden core monk that countless monks look up to, although he has two things in his hands that can threaten the golden core monk, but they are just threats, Rong Canghai is not a devil , there must be countless magic weapons in his hands, and it can be seen that his son Rong Hao has so many high-level magic weapons.

"I'll give you three breaths of time to think about it, don't have any other thoughts, in the face of absolute strength, all tricks are useless, one." Rong Canghai's emotionless voice came again.

(End of this chapter)