Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 33
Fang Yan finally regained his consciousness and wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground after a somersault.

I don't know how long a movement has been maintained, but the body that has practiced in the dialect also appeared, the blood supply is insufficient, and the body is partially numb.

Realizing that his few bee beasts were guarding him, Fang Yan didn't get up at all, and just lay on the ground.

Suddenly, Fang Yan felt a sense of confusion in his head, as if his head was about to explode. Fang Yan guarded the Lingtai tightly, and started to use the concentration technique he had just mastered. Finally, the feeling of splitting headache stopped, but Fang Yan found that he had more memories. The scattered fragments were all things that he had never touched before. After sorting them out for a while, Dialect found that these things should be some of Zhou Tianxing's memories, all scattered.

Dialect couldn't help being afraid. Fortunately, there was only such a little memory. If there were too many, the confusion of the two memories would really make him an idiot. It seems that this method of seizing the house is very unreliable.

Feeling that there is no serious problem with his spiritual consciousness, Fang Yan sat up, and after a fight, Fang Yan didn't know how long it had passed, staying here for a moment would be more dangerous, Fang Yan decided to collect the spoils immediately and leave the center of the lake quickly Island, even if you swim, you have to swim to land.

After making up his mind, Fang Yan started to search again, looking at Zhou Tianxing's body on the ground, Fang Yan sighed: "Even a dead person is not reliable."

The current Zhou Tianxing is so dead that he can't die anymore, even the soul has been swallowed by him, Fang Yan reached out and took out a few things on his body, Zhou Tianxing is worthy of being a high-level Qi refining monk, he has a universe bag, now Dialect is no longer a rookie who doesn't understand anything, he erased Zhou Tianxing's imprint on the bag a few times, and opened the universe bag.

"A strange bone, a flying sword, a jade slip, and a few spirit stones, are they gone?" These things are not as many as in his Qiankun bag, dialect is a little disappointed, and put away the bones, flying sword, and spirit stones , holding a jade slip in his hand, his spiritual sense poked in.

"Soul Refining Art? Is it also a skill for cultivating the soul?" Dialect read it carefully, only to find that there is an essential difference between this Soul Refining Art and the Concentration Art he practiced. The Soul Art is a spell to control the soul. In addition to the Soul Refining Art, the Jade Slip also includes the method of cultivating the bone, and the method of casting a set of Soul Devouring Formation on the ground. There is also a map-like thing, but it is incomplete. It's so powerful, I can't see where it is.

Fang Yan was a pity at first, he didn't know how to collect those few black beads on the ground, when Zhou Tianxing and Song Shiwen were fighting, Fang Yan saw the strangeness of that formation, when Fang Yan went looking for it just now, there was no trace of the beads at all , it turned out to be hidden.

Fang Yan immediately practiced this set of formulas. This soul-eating formation is not complicated, and Fang Yan quickly mastered it. After playing the formula, he put away the seven soul beads that appeared, and he added another trick to save his life.

Greeting a few bee beasts in front of him, Dialect was about to go into the water, "Hey, why is there still a Qiankun bag?"

Dialect found that the Queen Bee Beast Xiaohei had a Qiankun bag in its mouth, why did he pull one?Dialect beckoned, took the Qiankun bag from Xiao Hei's mouth, tried to do the same, erased the imprint, opened it to check, unexpectedly the divine sense imprint on this Qiankun bag was very firm, it was not as easy as the previous Qiankun bag.

Dialect understands, this is not Zhou Tianxing's Qiankun bag, if it is his, Zhou Tianxing is dead, this imprint should be easy to remove, if it is not Zhou Tianxing's, then only Master Song asked.

Thinking of this, Dialect immediately stopped thinking about going into the water. There are good things in this Qiankun bag, and it is absolutely impossible to let Fangyan throw it away. Fangyan took a few bee beasts to change places, and told them to continue to guard around. Putting the Soul Devouring Formation that he had just won around him, Fang Yan sat down cross-legged and began to erase the imprint of divine consciousness on the Qiankun Bag.

It's not that dialect doesn't know the danger, and it's not that dialect doesn't want to change to another place for sacrifice training, it's just that with this Qiankun bag of Master Song on his body, no matter where dialect goes, Master Song can sense it. Instead of changing to an unfamiliar environment, it's better to just wait Here, erase his imprint of divine consciousness, and then perform sacrifices by yourself.

The dialect side just started to move, and Song Shiwen, who was recovering in a cave thousands of miles away, found out: "Why is someone obliterating my spiritual imprint? What is it? Ah, it's my Qiankun bag, my Qiankun When did you drop the bag?" It turned out that Master Song was in a hurry when he came back, he just stepped on a flying sword and ran out, not noticing that the Qiankun bag at his waist was taken away by Xiao Hei, and when he found this safe cave, he went Sitting cross-legged to regain consciousness, I didn't realize that I had lost something, and it was still my most precious thing.

Even so, Master Song didn't get up, because the damage to his consciousness was too severe: "It would take a lot of effort even for a foundation cultivator to erase my imprint. On that island in the middle of the lake, with a fifth level of Qi refining, he didn't run away early, but also wanted to get my things, hum, let you be beautiful for a while, and then go to you when I recover, with interest Take it all back."

After a while, Song Shiwen was no longer so confident. The imprint of divine consciousness on his Qiankun bag had been wiped out, and the relationship between himself and the Qiankun bag had been completely severed. Fortunately, there were still two sacrificial exercises in the bag. Master Song was a little annoyed by the magic weapon that he had passed, but he still had the patience to recover here, even if he had to go back, it would take several hours, not to mention that his spirit was far from recovered, even if he went to win or lose, he would have no choice, Master Song was depressed, While comforting myself.

"Ah, no matter who it is, you and I are inseparable." After a while, Song Shiwen was not so steady, and cursed, but within two hours, all the imprints on his three magic tools were erased, could it be? That kid got it, but a master of the [-]th floor of Qi Refining got it?Now Song Shiwen also doubted his own judgment. With the disappearance of the imprints on the three instruments, Song Shiwen could no longer sense a trace of information.

The dialect on the island in the middle of the lake was full of joy and worry. After devouring Zhou Tianxing's soul, his consciousness became much stronger. He thought it would be difficult to erase the imprint, but he only took a little time to get it done. At the same time, the dialect I found that my soul has been damaged. When I started to meditate, the feeling was not obvious. I thought it was exhausted. When I sacrificed and practiced the magic weapon, I felt a bit of discomfort. This kind of injury is useless, the injury of the soul is no worse than the body, and Fang Yan doesn't know what to do for a while.

Unable to find a way, Dialect had to give up and ask Ji Yaoguang for advice after returning to the Zongmen. Fortunately, the impact was not significant, and there was no other discomfort except fatigue.

In Song Shiwen's Qiankun bag, Fang Yan found a flying magic weapon. Just after erasing the marks on the three magic weapons, Fang Yan sacrificed this flying magic weapon. The flying magic weapon made of bamboo can carry three or four people, and the speed is not as fast as the flying cloud boat, but it is about the same as Yujian flying, but the dialect is already very satisfied, at least I don’t have to swim through it, Don't worry about monsters in the water.

With the bamboo kite, the dialect is not very urgent, and the other two instruments are also sacrificed. When I saw this Qiankun bag just now, the dialect was a little greedy. To be big, there are more than three parties. After the sacrificial training, Dialect threw all his own things into it.

Another piece is a small copper bell, it looks like it should be a protective magic weapon, dialect is my favorite for protective magic weapon, now that my cultivation level is low, anything that can protect myself is a good thing, don’t look at dialect usually Do you even use the first-order spirit talisman armor? Try it after the sacrificial training, and the effect is really good. The golden clock, as its name suggests, is a big clock with golden light, which is no less protective than your own silkworm spiritual silk cover.

After the three instruments were sacrificed and practiced, Fang Yan sacrificed the bamboo kite. A bamboo bird about two meters long appeared in front of Fang Yan. He jumped on it, and there was a spirit stone on it. Dangling, he flew up into the sky, and Fang Yan suddenly thought that flying high in the boundless mountains was not allowed, and then controlled the bamboo kite to slowly descend until it was about two feet above the ground.

Song Shiwen walked from this side, so I walked from the other side, dialect chose a direction, and controlled the bamboo kite to fly forward. It was the first time I got started, so I was not proficient, and dialect almost fell into the lake several times. After half an hour, The operation is also a lot more proficient. It is the first time to fly by myself, and the dialect is indescribably comfortable.

It's just that in the vast mountain, you can't fly too recklessly. The dialect is a bit unsatisfactory. After flying toward the depths of the land for more than an hour, the dialect found a flat ground and landed.

He found a cave, put the five bee beasts around as usual, and arranged the Soul Devouring Formation, and dialect began to replenish mana properly.

On that day, Fang Yan had just broken through to the fifth level of Qi Refining, and before he had time to replenish his mana, he saw Zhou Tianxing coming ashore, and then many things happened. In the case of a pool, the dialect enlarged the pool where the water was stored, but the water in it was not replenished, and it was still the original water.

At this time, the dialect was not stingy with pills. He just got a lot of things from Song Shiwen, and there was no shortage of pills, so he casually threw a Qi Gathering Pill into his mouth.

The high-level elixir is really different. A Qi Gathering Pill not only replenishes the mana of the dialect's dantian, but even improves the cultivation base that has just broken through, but it wastes a lot of aura, and more than half of the aura is not used by the dialect. Dialect secretly felt sorry.

(End of this chapter)