Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 313 Autumn Wind
When they came out, there were only Fang Yan and Taoist Yishen. Fang Yan noticed that the space of Mo Ling was not as stable as before, and guessed that it must have something to do with Taoist Yishen's arrangement just now.

The farther you go, the less affected you are. Soon, Fang Yan followed Taoist Yi Shen through many spaces, and stood at the exit of Mo Ling's space.

"Dialect, when you leave the space next time, you will take them away, please." Taoist Yi Shen didn't have the slightest confidence in what was going to happen, with a tone of confession.

Even if his sense of Taoist Yi Shen has improved a little now, Dialect still knows his own weight, and he has no help for Tai Yizong who has been plotting for a long time, otherwise, Yaoguang and Yue'er would not be defeated by Yi Shen. The Taoist has been locked in the formation, but if I can take away the dozen or so people in Liu Guangyi and solve the worries of Taoist Yi Shen and several elders and teachers, they can deal with Tai Yizong as much as possible.

"Okay, Taoist Yi Shen, I promise you that I will take them out. As for the future, it's up to them."

"This is an ink magic talisman, which was left by the ancestors. It can block the blow of the Nascent Soul cultivator. I hope you don't use it." Yi Shen Taoist handed the dialect a dark green jade talisman.

The two had just stepped out of the ink spirit space, and before Fang Yan had time to urge Liu Guangyi, a coercion suddenly came over them.

"Yi Shen, who is this?" It turned out to be a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, Qiu Fengzi of the Taiyi Sect, standing in the Mo Ling Hall and looking at the two who had just come out of the Mo Ling Space.

Daoist Shen was startled, but his expression did not change: "Senior Qiufeng, he is a third-generation disciple of my Mo Lingzong. He has been in seclusion in the Mo Ling space for a few days. He just came out, so I brought him out. .”

"Oh." Qiu Fengzi looked at the dialect, and then said: "Go out, I have something to talk to your master."

Qiu Fengzi directly ordered that he had already regarded himself as the master of the Mo Lingzong, and he didn't notice the anger in the eyes of Taoist Yi Shen on the side at all, or he noticed it, but he didn't care at all.

"Yes." Fang Yan agreed, and then walked out, wanting to urge Liu Guangyi in front of the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, but before he escaped, he would be interrupted, and he had to leave the hall before making plans.

Just when the dialect was about to step out of the hall, Qiu Fengzi suddenly said again: "Wait."

Fang Yan realized that he was locked, had to turn around, and then heard Qiu Fengzi's words: "I was almost deceived by you, and I sank, who is this person? It seems that Mo Lingzong doesn't have such a high-level disciple. Well, you were able to keep your composure under my coercion."

It turns out that something went wrong here. Dialect is already a mid-Golden Core cultivator, and his soul cannot be condensed to Nascent Soul. Even if Qiu Fengzi exerts all his strength in front of him, it will not affect Dialect much. He is a disciple of the third generation of Mo Lingzong. Among the three generations of male disciples of Mo Lingzong, the highest cultivation level is only a foundation-building cultivator.

Before the dialect can answer, Qiu Fengzi's magic power has already fallen on Taoist Yishen: "Yichenzi, you really want to drink as a toast if you don't eat it, and you still want to play tricks. Do you really want to follow in the footsteps of the Laiwu Sect?"

"Senior Qiufeng, don't bully people too much." Taoist Yi Shen's face darkened, and he activated a black silk magic weapon to meet Qiu Fengzi's attack.

One Nascent Soul, one Golden Core, there is a difference of one level, but the attack and defense are evenly matched, and even Daoist Yishen faintly occupies the top. , but Taoist Yi Shen sacrificed his natal magic weapon to make a life-threatening attack.

"Yi Shenzi, you have to pay the price for your actions." Qiu Fengzi was furious when he realized that his attack was scattered by Taoist Yi Shen with the black silk.

The matter was only for a moment, and at this moment Taoist Shen Shen sent a message to Fang Yan: "Go quickly, don't delay."

Fang Yan gave a wry smile when he heard it, there was movement in the hall, and fluctuations came from outside, several auras of golden core had already escaped towards the Mo Ling hall.

Dialect threw five slaves and hundreds of slaves out, and at the same time photographed Yao Guang: "Yao Guang, you lead them to guard the entrance of the hall, and I will help old Shen."

Before Ji Yaoguang could reply, Dialect threw the Luan Stone Formation Disk out and sealed the entire entrance. If the few Golden Core cultivators outside wanted to come in, they had to break through the Luan Stone Formation Disk or the guardian array of the Mo Ling Hall. I can't come in for a while.

As long as this Qiu Fengzi can be taken down before they come in, everything will be fine. If it is a Taoist in Yuen Long, the dialect would not dare to be so reckless. He is a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying, but this Qiu Fengzi is different, although It is also the cultivation of Yuanying, but it is only in the early stage of Yuanying, and the realm has not even been consolidated. I don't know what happened to the Taiyi sect, but they sent out all the monks who should definitely consolidate the realm.

Without the slightest pause, a flash of sword light flashed by, and Fang Yan had already sacrificed Feifei sword and Taoist Yishen one after another, attacking Qiufeng.

"The nameless junior dares to act wild." Qiu Fengzi, who noticed the dialect's actions, was even more angry. Although he still doesn't know the origin of the dialect, he knows that the dialect will definitely not be a Nascent Soul cultivator, otherwise he would not have just With that kind of performance, as long as he is not a Nascent Soul cultivator, Qiu Fengzi is not afraid even if he is in the late stage of the two Golden Cores.

In the middle of changing hands, Qiu Fengzi also sacrificed his magic weapon, which turned out to be a fan, an extremely rare magic weapon. Fang Yan also had a fan-shaped magic weapon, the Jiutu Fan, which was used to deal with Taoist Yichen before, but the nine The picture fan is mainly based on the phantom array, but it doesn't have much direct attack power.

But the fan that Qiu Fengzi sacrificed is not like this: "The autumn wind is rustling."

With Qiu Fengzi yelling loudly, the fan flapped slightly, whether it was the Taoist Yishen in front of him or the dialect behind him, he suddenly felt a huge force coming towards him, it actually contained the power of Gang Qi, full of bleak aura, Just like the name of Qiu Fengzi, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and dialect and Taoist Yishen are the fallen leaves.

Undoubtedly, it is a magic weapon. Taoist Yi Shen didn't care about complaining that Fang Yan didn't leave in time, and took back his black silk with his hand, turning into a silk cocoon, wrapping himself up, and at the same time, a wave of mana surged from Mo Ling Hall. There was a transmission from the black stone wall at the entrance of Mo Ling Space, and in an instant, Daoist Yi Shen's aura grew rapidly. Although he was still in the Golden Core realm, he had reached the most perfect level, and he was only a hair away from Qiu Fengzi.

Dialect also recognized the rank of the fan in Qiu Fengzi's hand, and without thinking, he immediately urged the peach miasma armor to protect himself, preventing the gang wind from getting closer, thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

When he noticed Taoist Yichen's movements, Fang Yan was overjoyed. This is his territory after all, and some countermeasures are for sure. Dialect didn't know what kind of skills Taoist Yichen was urging, but such an increase in momentum must be a great skill. The cultivation method is similar to the effect of Shenglong Pill, but I don't know if there is such a sequelae.

Qiu Fengzi looked coldly at Taoist Yishen who was actually rising, and sneered: "Hmph, I always suggested that extermination is the most direct way, but the two senior brothers disagree, but I can't blame me for today's matter, Yishenzi , you borrowed the sealed power of your ancestors to bless your body, but unfortunately the highest cultivation level among your Mo Lingzong ancestors is only Mo Lingzi, who is the Golden Core Dzogchen. No matter what, you yourself can’t feel it yourself, Qiufeng kills, break it for me.”

An even harsher cold wind suddenly picked up, and as soon as it touched a trace, a lonely scene appeared in the dialect's mind. Thousands of miles of land was shrouded in the howling autumn wind, with dead leaves all over the sky, a desolation, without a breath of life, and the whole world was plunged into darkness. Depression, it won't take long for the whole thing to decline, and even the afterglow of the setting sun doesn't have a trace of warmth, exuding bursts of chill.

A voice appeared in Dialect's heart: "Give up, the world will eventually be barren, give up." The operation of his own mana was not controlled by dialect and slowed down, and the light of Tao Miasma also faded.

Suddenly, a force emerged from Dialect's body, and a melodious voice came out of Dialect's mouth, a charming voice.

Ever since refining that part of the coccyx in the dialect, I have obtained this weak and supernatural charm charm sound. I have never used it at all, and it can only charm low-level monsters. It is not as powerful as a slap.

At this moment, the charming voice seemed to be attracted by the rustling sound of the autumn wind, and the dialect did not activate, it started to work automatically, but this time it pulled the dialect out of the lonely illusion.

The whole process took only a moment, but Fang Yan was afraid again and again, and did not stop the charming voice, his eyes looked at the two people opposite, Taoist Yi Shen was also resisting the attack of the illusion, Fang Yan saw the black cocoon that wrapped him shaking constantly , There is a peculiar rhythm in the shaking, it seems to be able to avoid Qiu Fengzi's frontal illusion attack, but the shaking is getting slower and slower.

Dialect didn't dare to be negligent, if Taoist Shen was wounded or even killed, it would be even more difficult for him to escape. He cut off a piece of the monster's soul and shot it into the sea of ​​consciousness, and then eighteen sword lights flashed. After the sword light, There is also a shadow.

In an instant, Dialect used his two big killing moves, the lion needs all his strength to fight the rabbit, let alone the rabbit fighting the lion.

"Dawu Sword Formation, kill." The eighteen sword lights merged to form a sword light, and shot at Qiu Fengzi, the great monk of the Nascent Soul. This is the way dialect has always wanted. It's a last resort, but right now, Qiu Fengzi is in the midst of a fight, and his defense is definitely not low. Fang Yan doesn't know how effective this blow will be, and this move is just a spirit weapon level attack.

However, the dialect does not rely on the Dawu sword array to kill the enemy. The real killer is in the hands of the puppet behind Jianguang.

Qiu Fengzi instantly sensed the movement of the dialect: "Huh? There is another spiritual weapon?" With a wave of the fan in his hand, a beam of gangster energy transformed into armor to protect him.

At this moment, Taoist Yi Shen, who had been suppressed all this time, suddenly made a move, "Everything is ink, ink spirit appears."

A figure appeared behind Taoist Yi Shen, but it was much lighter than the previous figure in Mo Ling's space, but it was also much faster.

(End of this chapter)