Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 242 Origin Power
Dialect, who had just regained some mana while practicing, was suddenly awakened by a burst of insolent laughter. He turned his head to look, but it was Daoist Cang Ye who he thought had been dead for a long time, holding the corpse of the cyan queen bee in his hand and laughing wildly there.

"Haha, Qian Muzi, you left me and ran away. I didn't expect that I could get that trace of original power, and there was also a corpse of a monster that failed to be promoted to the sixth level, hahahaha."

Original power?The dialect heard the words from Cang Ye's mouth, the source of power, Brother Jiuhuan once mentioned before, if a spirit weapon wants to breed a weapon spirit, the best way is to seal the source power in it, and the time required is longer than directly refining it. Spiritual creatures need to grow, but they have unlimited room for growth.

Cang Ye also discovered the dialect, and then found that the dialect was very weak at this time: "Hey, he didn't die, I can't tell, life is hard enough."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Dialect's voice: "There are so many words, croaking." At the same time, two lights flashed, and two monsters appeared beside Fangyan. Most of the mana that was finally refined just now was consumed, and his expression withered again.

"Two fourth-order spiritual pets? Just relying on these two fourth-order monsters? Even if I don't move and let them attack, what can I do?" Cang Ye said with some disdain when he saw Fangyan release two spiritual pets, Although he is also severely damaged now, and he can't even activate a slightly lethal spell, the spirit armor outside his body is enough to block the attacks of these two fourth-order monsters. As long as he recovers three points of mana, he can Kill them all and none will remain.

"A Golden Core cultivator is as good as you, an idiot." Fang Yan said with a sneer.

It is indeed difficult for the two spiritual pets to break through the spiritual armor on Cang Ye's body for a while. Even if it is the peach miasma armor on his own body, it will take a lot of effort for the two spiritual pets to break through. The spiritual armor on the golden core monk will not be bad where to go.

But Fang Yan didn't intend to let the two spiritual pets kill the golden core monk, but just used them as coolies to drag each other closer. The two spiritual pets quickly approached Cang Ye, one dragged, the other push.

"Ah, what are you doing, what do you want to do?" Cang Ye wasn't worried about the dialect. A foundation-building cultivator, now weaker than himself, can play tricks, but the movements of the two spiritual pets let him Some had no idea, and hurriedly yelled out.

"Get closer." Fang Yan smiled slightly, and sent a wisp of miasma poison into Cang Ye's body. From the moment he bound himself and threw it at the monster, Fang Yan had already become murderous. Finding out that he is not dead, now that he knows, how can he leave any future troubles.

"This is?" Taoist Cang Ye quickly sensed the erosive force in his body, this is not a spell, nor is it a magic weapon, but right now he has no way to resist it.

"You should have been really unconscious just now, you didn't know that the monster was also poisoned by me." Dialect finally asked Cang Ye in a low voice.

"What?" Cang Ye showed a regretful expression when he heard the dialect's words. If he had known this, how could he waste mana to ingest the corpse of the monster beast after waking up? He must have killed the dialect that was recovering mana first, although I don't know what the result will be, but it won't be like now that he has no power to fight back and is poisoned by the opponent.

Trying his best to mobilize the peach miasma poison to circulate in Cang Ye's body several times, making sure that the other party's death can't die anymore, Fang Yan's hands drooped, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer.

Several explosions in a row, although the dialect is no longer the center, but it has been affected, the body has suffered great damage, and the battle with the monster and Cang Ye has consumed a lot of energy. In the end, the dialect can't even work. , can only rely on the slow recovery of body instinct.

After more than ten days, Fang Yan could forcefully operate his mind and begin to refine the aura to restore his mana. Only when his mana was restored, he could use various exercises to speed up the recovery.After being able to run the mental method, the recovery speed of the dialect is much faster, and the injuries in the body still need to be cultivated slowly, but the ability to move will be restored in a few days.

Dialect was finally able to stand up, patted the two spiritual pets who had been guarding beside him all the time, and conveniently collected the surrounding monsters and Taoist Cang Ye's corpse into the Qiankun Pot, and walked directly to the central platform without checking Go, because dialect senses that there is an extremely pure fluctuation there.

When picking up the body of the cyan Queen Bee, Fang Yan suddenly sensed that his spiritual pet, the Queen Bee, seemed to be very concerned about the corpse and had a strong desire to devour it. If this body was refined, it would also greatly improve the quality of Dialect Cultivation level, but Fang Yan has already reached the cultivation level of Xudan, and no matter how much he improves, he can't cross the core formation, but his own queen bee beast has never behaved like this.

Dialect nodded towards the Queen Bee, and then he ignored the Queen Bee who stayed there, and only took Chichan to the central platform, walked around in a circle, and found a restriction on one side of the platform. Originally, Dialect thought Qian Muzi exchanged the fire heart spar from himself to enhance the power of the magic weapon, and prepared to kill monsters here. Seeing this restriction, Dialect knew that there were other uses.

The restriction in front of me can only be untied with pure fire magic power. Even if it is a Golden Core cultivator who wants to rely on his own magic power, it is still difficult to break this restriction. Only by relying on magic weapons can there be hope. It turns out that the two Golden Cores The big cultivator didn't want to provoke the monster who was cultivating above at all, but just happened to meet the other party and ended his retreat.

Dialect didn't think about breaking this restriction. Now that the cyan queen bee has died, only a protective formation is left to cover the platform. This formation should only be set up to avoid the disturbance of many bees. It is not complicated. It cannot stop the intrusion of dialects.

After jumping onto the platform, dialect's eyes could not help but fall on a shallow mark in the center, a crystal clear water drop, like ice and jade, glowing with green light, swaying back and forth in the shallow mark, the power contained in it makes Dialect has a feeling of deja vu, but Dialect can be sure that he has never encountered this kind of energy, it is extremely pure, but unlike the wood spirit silk and earth fire lotus that he has refined, he can clearly feel the wood fire attribute in it.

This power has the characteristics of various auras, but unlike the aura of heaven and earth, it is just a mixture of various auras, the source, this is the original power.

Dialect knew in an instant that this small drop of water was the goal of Qian Muzi and Taoist Cang Ye when they came here. The source of power, the cyan queen bee beast that was promoted by leapfrogging, and even the tens of thousands of fourth-order bee beasts should all be the same. This is related to the original power.

Dialect stretched out his hand to take out the drop of water and inspect it carefully, but found that his own strength could not move it, as if it was connected to the entire stone platform. Only by standing on this platform can he contact the original power of refining and refining. It's no wonder that the blue queen bee beast has been lying on this platform at the beginning. With the performance of Qian Muzi and Taoist Cang Ye, it should be that when they came here in the past, that monster beast refined this drop of origin on the platform.

Although I don't know what effect the original power has, but Fang Yan knows that it is absolutely beneficial and harmless. Good things can only be safest when they are refined to themselves. Dialect jumped off the platform and began to arrange defensive formations around the platform. It's too important, and his current strength is extremely weak, but Dialect has spent a lot of work this time, setting up the Tianyue Nine Illusion Formation that Jiuhuan Daoist gave him.

Relying on the array set up by the array flag, as long as there are enough spirit stones, it can automatically operate, and it can exert great power without consuming too much mana in dialects. The Daoist gave the dialect a set of simple versions, but it was enough to protect a cave. Now the dialect is used to protect a small platform, but it is a bit wasteful.

It took Dialect several days to set up the entire set of formation flags. With the tens of thousands of spirit stones in his hands, mana fluctuations flashed, and the entire platform was completely covered in a range of tens of feet. In a short while, here As soon as the scenery changed, the entire cave became empty, and there was no trace of the platform anymore, as if there was no platform there at all.

The Queen Bee has already devoured a whole fifth-order monster. Two days ago, it fell into a deep sleep like the original Chichan. It was put into the spiritual pet bag by the dialect and let it absorb and refine itself. It turned around and summoned Chichan as well. To the side, Fang Yan took a step with his spiritual pet, and disappeared into a ripple.

(End of this chapter)