Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 339
Soon, Dialect's attention was attracted by Cang Dao and hunting monsters.

That is to say, after the soul came out, Fang Yan realized that the detection distance of his spiritual sense was much shorter than before, and he was also tired. When he embedded the blue star, his spiritual sense was enough to cover thousands of feet. If he only moved in one direction, he could After exploring the distance of thousands of feet, when we got here, but the distance of hundreds of feet, I felt a bit strenuous.

A giant beast that looks like a rhinoceros, with a golden horn on its head, looks huge and clumsy, but moves very lightly, and the heels that it steps on are even more powerful. What is particularly noticeable is that it There was a phantom flashing on the top of the head, and the aura that came out contained much more spiritual power than that from the spirit grass and wood in the dialect just now. The momentum was amazing, and the dialect who was hundreds of feet away felt a panic people feel.

Cang Daoyu, such a mighty monster, actually said that he was only of the sixth rank?Dialect can be sure that when three or five Nascent Soul monks face this monster, they will definitely have to run away.

Cang Daoyu once again demonstrated his ability in front of the dialect. He didn't use his avatar, nor did he use any magic weapon. He just swung his palm, and a huge palm shadow completely enveloped the giant beast. It looked like Feng Haitian The Great Capture Dragon Technique is somewhat similar, but it is much more powerful.

The giant beast was so arrogant just now, but was instantly suppressed by the shadow of the palm. After a while, Fang Yan saw Cang Dao and put the monster in his pocket, and turned back.

"Senior, you said this is a sixth-order monster?" Fang Yan asked cautiously.

"It's sixth-order, but it's not a monster, but a soul beast. It's much more powerful than a sixth-order monster, at least equivalent to a seventh or even eighth-order."

"Soul beast?"

"Yes, this is a special product of the Great Soul Star. The soul is much more condensed than the monsters in other places in the cultivation world. This is a good thing. It can condense the soul, but your cultivation base is too low. Insanity, not being able to find oneself, in the future, you can hunt and kill soul beasts below the third level, that's about the same."

After Cang Daoyu came back, Mana wrapped in the dialect and continued to fly away. Just hunting a soul beast was just a small episode on the road.

After flying away for another quarter of an hour, Cang Daoyu finally escaped from the desert with Fang Yan. A city appeared in front of Fang Yan, and there was still a distance away. One after another, the dialect is a little horrified.

When he got here, it wasn't just Cang Dao and himself, Fang Yan finally saw other escaping lights flashing in mid-air from time to time, and there were many monks flying by with magic weapons below.

Cang Daoyu ignored the mood of the dialect, but he was very excited: "Haha, Great Soul City, I, Cang Daoyu, have finally returned."

With the dialect in his hand, a stream of light escaped to the city far below.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yan followed Cang Daoyu to the entrance of the city, and the whole city was shrouded in a powerful wave formation. Fang Yan was restrained and bounced back after a little investigation. Fortunately, he took it back in time, otherwise it would be inconvenient Have to suffer a little.

The crowd at the entrance was walking towards the city in an orderly manner. In Fang Yan's eyes, all the monks who were above the late stage of foundation establishment, there were also many Jindan monks, and there were Nascent Soul monks among them. Fang Yan saw that everyone took out a The things that looked like jade talismans, after being activated, disappeared into the formation, which was very convenient, and some of them seemed to be here for the first time like myself, and they were dealing with jade talismans here.

Fang Yan was about to follow Cang Daoyu to apply for an identity jade talisman, but saw Cang Daoyu stretch out his palm, and a rune flashed from his hand and printed on the protective formation in front of him. A passage appeared before.

"Go in." Cang Daoyu's voice came from beside his ear, and Fang Yan stepped forward.

Just as the two of them fell into the battle, the entire entrance buzzed and exploded.

"Am I not mistaken, was that the handprint of the Great Master just now?" An entry guard showed a somewhat stunned expression, and asked his companion beside him.

"I guess so. I've only heard of it, but I've never seen it before. Your Majesty, is it really Your Majesty?"

"But I haven't heard that the Great Senior has left the city."

"You and I can guess the whereabouts of the lord, work with peace of mind, we have not left a bad impression on the lord." The two people are still whispering here, and many monks around are also discussing.

"Master, I just saw the great venerable, the handprint of the great venerable, I have actually met the great venerable."

"You're dazzled, my lord, is that something you can see casually? There are only three great lords in the entire Great Soul Sect. The two great lords, Gu Angtian and Baihun Daoist, are still in closed-door training. It's been hundreds of years, when did it come out, the one left is the Colorful Soul Fairy, don't tell me you can't see the Colorful Soul Fairy."

The person who spoke was a Nascent Soul cultivator, who was teaching his apprentices a lesson. He had seen all three great masters of the Great Soul Sect. He would never forget that kind of aura once he saw it. The man just now was definitely not one of them. Special method.

There are different opinions outside the city, and he doesn't know the dialect. He is still in shock. Whether it is the spiritual energy in this city that is several times stronger than the ink spirit space of the Mo Lingzong, or the golden core monks who are coming and going around, As well as the strong restrictions on the surrounding streets and shops, they have brought an unprecedented shock to the dialect. Try to use the broken illusion to look around, and you can only see the outline of each restriction. In the depths, but not one.

Cang Daoyu also looked excited. After entering the city, he fled towards the tallest building with dialect. Soul Tower", the pavilion named after the Great Soul is the dialect of the first time here, and I know that this pavilion is not simple.

When he got closer, Fang Yan discovered that the entire Great Soul Building was actually made of turquoise stones, and each piece of turquoise stone was engraved with mysteries. After the spiritual energy was gathered by the formation, it was transported into the pavilion.

"Dialect boy, here is the Liuweisan you want, go, go in."

Cang Daoyu was very familiar with this place, he didn't stay below the fourth floor, and went directly to the fifth floor with dialect.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay put. We don't accept foreigners upstairs, please forgive me."

Fang Yan suddenly remembered what happened to him before, but this time he was not in a hurry to save people, and there was a Taoist priest beside him, so it was not his turn to take the lead, not to mention that the person who stopped him was also a Jindan cultivator, not inferior to himself.

"Take it." Cang Daoyu casually threw out a piece of black jade.

"Ah? Is this the order of the great lord?" The man took the black jade piece and inspected it for a while, then was startled.

Immediately, the monk yelled loudly: "Who are you, you dare to forge the order of the Great Master of the sect." At the same time, he urged the jade talisman in his hand, obviously sending a message to his companion.

It was this kind of encounter again, the dialect was a little depressed, it was like this when I went to Qingyunzong by myself, and it was still the same when I followed Cangdao and Lai to this Great Soul Tower, but this place is a hundred times more dangerous than Jietian Pavilion of Qingyunzong, and there is no monk around Those under the Golden Core, if there is a conflict, they can't be as relaxed as they were in Jietian Pavilion, it's good to be able to escape.

Fang Yan looked towards Cang Daoyu, and saw that Cang Daoyu beside him was neither in a hurry nor angry at all, with a posture of waiting for the helper called by the monk to appear here.

Seeing Cang Daoyu's expression, Dialect, who had seen his strength, felt much more at ease.

The Golden Core cultivator also seemed to be a little puzzled. Just now he was still wondering how could such a stupid fellow copy an elder's order and possibly get away with it, and even counterfeit the Great Master's order. How could the Great Master be so easy to impersonate, but look However, the person in front of him looked confident, and even the Golden Core cultivator beside him had a calm expression, without any trace of nervousness, what was going on.He waved his hand to stop the attacking intentions of his companions around him, and just waved his hand, ordering several people to form a faint formation, enclosing Dialect Cangdao and the two of them.

The Golden Core cultivator didn't wait long, and soon a voice came from upstairs: "Someone is pretending to be a great lord? It's really daring."

Immediately, a young man appeared in front of him, and he immediately spotted Cang Dao and Dialect who were surrounded by the formation. After a glance, he found that one of them was only a Jindan cultivator, and the other was only the initial breath of the Nascent Soul. A wave of mana came towards the two of them, "Two ignorant lunatics, how dare they blaspheme His Holiness, they will die to me."

Dialect instantly realized that all his routes were blocked, no matter whether he was attacking or retreating, he could only mobilize Tao Miasma Armor to defend against this attack, but this method was exactly the same as what he saw Cang Daoyu before, until now, Dialect Only then can he really feel at ease, all this is just a misunderstanding, Cang Daoyu hasn't come back for a long time after all, it's normal that no one knows him.

When Cang Daoyu saw the young man making a move, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to draw all the mana that he was attacking towards the dialect to his body. What kind of level has the Soul Sect become?"

Everyone around was stunned, Cang Dao didn't know them, but they didn't know any of the young people who came down just now, they were Dazun's disciples, the best of the sect's second generation, this person in front of him was able to fight with him After such a stalemate for so long, it's no wonder that he dared to pretend to be a great master, but he had two brushes.

The young man in the midst of the battle is becoming more and more frightened. The mana in front of him is unfathomable. What is even more frightening is that all his attacks can be predicted. Before he makes a move, his defense has already been set. Who, why are you so familiar with my Great Soul Sect's skills? Is it a monk trained by a hostile sect to deal with my Great Soul Sect?

After more than a dozen moves, the young man finally lost his composure and shouted: "Pick me up with the eight moves of the Great Soul."

(End of this chapter)