Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 359 Destroy each
Two days later, after seeing several groups of monks escape from the cave one after another, these people finally saw the dialect that came long ago.

The dialect is a bit embarrassing, the Baili Road at the exit of the cave is the place where the soul beasts are most concentrated. When entering, there are Wantianzong Jindan monks killing the way, and when coming out, they have to rely on themselves.

When I came here, I didn't pay attention to the entrance of the cave. After I came out, I found that I was halfway up a mountain. Behind me was the gate of the cave. Fighting against spirit beasts consumes a lot of mana and needs to be replenished.

"It's out, it's finally out."

"Unexpectedly, this kid has been dragged so far. He is really alone. Fellow Daoist Xiao, you see that he went down to the mountain depression. He must have consumed too much killing soul beasts in the cave just now, and he wants to replenish his mana."

"Let's go, let's go down, we must kill with one blow. There are not many people left in the cave, but they are all difficult people. We must not let others come out to disrupt the situation." The monk surnamed Xiao gave an order, and seven or eight people escaped from the top of the mountain. , Flying straight towards the col.

Seven people deal with one, and they also learned some strength of the dialect from the mouth of the monk surnamed Bai, and the monk surnamed Xiao who is close to the perfection of the golden core, so it is no wonder that they are so blatant.

However, the cultivator surnamed Bai only knows that the dialect has a set of high-level arrays. Other than that, other people have seen the aura of restraint and the ability to hide the body. Right now, the dialect is at the foot of the mountain, and it has already been locked by everyone. It was too late to hide his figure.

As soon as there was a movement above, Fang Yan noticed it. Looking up, he saw several sword lights flying down the mountain. He didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw the sword lights coming straight towards him, Fang Yan immediately sensed something was wrong.

Looking around, he saw a group of cultivators surnamed Bai galloping towards the front: "Huh? It's them? The group that seized the clear water that day? The one surnamed Bai is among them?"

At this point, the dialect still doesn't know that the other party is here to trouble him: "Do you really think you are a soft persimmon?"

At this time, Fang Yan had just come down, he had not set up the formation yet, and he was not going to set up the formation anymore, standing at the bottom of the mountain depression, urging the spirit armor to protect him, waiting for the opponent to come, but he had already made preparations in his hand.

Soon a group of seven people stopped in front of Fangyan, and spread out to cover Fangyan.

Fang Yan looked at the loose encirclement with disdain. Could it be that everyone has a talisman that seals a fourth-order soul beast? Even if they want to leave, these people can't stop them.

"Boy, for the sake of our acquaintance, hand over your belongings, and we will let you live." Seeing himself surrounded by several people, the monk surnamed Bai said to Fangyan.

"Do I know you?" Fang Yan replied casually.

"Haha, okay, Fang, do you really think you can run amok with just a set of formations?" Cultivator Bai laughed angrily.

At the same time, the monk surnamed Xiao was also issuing an order: "Don't entangle any more, kill immediately."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he heard a low voice in dialect: "There is so much nonsense."

Dialect has always disliked verbal disputes, after only one sentence, he confirmed the opponent's intention, and immediately shot out the two Geng Jinlei in his hand one after the other.

With one against seven, even with Fengnu Yunu and two spiritual pets, he is still at a disadvantage. The other party must also have a spiritual pet and amulet, especially the fourth-order soul beast talisman, which makes Dialect a little afraid.

The dialect bombarded the cultivator named Bai who had just talked to him, and he had joined hands with him, and he led people to kill him just after he came out.

Cultivator surnamed Bai obviously did not expect that Dialect would dare to take the initiative to attack under siege, but none of the monks who dared to accept hiring here had experienced many battles. Just because Dialect was alone, he relaxed a little vigilance and found out Dialect's movements immediately cast out a shield in front of him.

It's just that he seems to have underestimated the spirit thunder of the dialect. In terms of power, Geng Jin Lei is not as good as Wutu Lei, but in terms of penetration and lethality, among the five series of Ling Lei, Geng Jin Lei is the most powerful.

Two loud bangs sounded in front of Cultivator Bai, and then he heard a scream, and a strong wave of gold elements spread out, and then saw that the spiritual armor on Cultivator Bai's body had broken, and he was shocked. Cultivator surnamed Bai immediately sacrificed a new set of spirit armor to protect himself.

Magic weapon?Fang Yan saw at a glance that the spiritual armor on monk Bai's body actually had the aura of a spiritual weapon, but the overall feeling was obviously not as good as his own peach miasma armor. Three fourth spirit thunders were shot out again, until then, the surrounding attacks fell on the layers of defense outside Fang Yan's body.

It was too late to say that, but in fact, it was less than a breath of time since Fang Yan shot the first spirit thunder. Fang Yan ignored the shattering of his several layers of spirit armor. Go, the last two spirit thunders also exploded one after another, and a louder scream came out, almost following behind the spirit thunder. In front of the monk.

"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Bai." A ray of bright red emerged from the dialect spirit armor and sank into the body of cultivator Bai. In an instant, cultivator Bai was silent.

By the time those people reacted, Fang Yan had already fled out of the gap that appeared, and the cultivator surnamed Bai who was standing there had disappeared.

One face to face, just one face to face, Fang Yan killed Cultivator Bai, and the other six people looked at each other in a daze. They had all seen the power of those spiritual thunders just now, and no one thought that there would be such a thing in Fang Yan's hands. weapon.

"Chasing, he was the spiritual thunder with condensed mana just now. With such consumption, he must not have much mana." The monk surnamed Xiao paused for a while, then saw the situation clearly, and immediately sent a message to several people.

Everyone is not stupid, and immediately knew that what the monk surnamed Xiao said was right. Although the spirit thunder just now was powerful, it also showed that it consumed more mana. For the monk surnamed Bai who had already fallen, no one thought about it anymore. They were all casual acquaintances. This time, the few people did not have the slightest mentality of underestimating them. They resorted to strong defenses and chased in the direction where the dialect escaped with their swords on.

What they expected was right, but the dialect didn't have much mana. It took a lot of mana to kill the soul beasts in the cave. After coming out, before they had time to recover, they encountered the group of people besieging and killing them. Moving the peach miasma armor to urge the spirit thunder is a very mana-consuming action, and Fang Yan's mana is now less than one-third of what it was when it was at its peak, which is why Fang Yan hurriedly opened the gap and escaped.

The dialect divine sense in the flying escape swept back, and sure enough none of them were Yi Yi, they all came after them, if he urged Liu Guangyi, he could get rid of them, but dialect didn't dare, sects like Wantianzong To say that there is no magic weapon of flying escape at the spirit level, Fang Yan would definitely not believe it. Even their flying boats use high-altitude flying escape instead of void flying escape. It is conceivable that void flying escape is indeed dangerous.

I didn't know it when I first arrived in the Sky Soul Continent. I pushed it once and didn't encounter any danger. It was a fluke, but it is impossible to be so lucky every time. The end is falling, not to mention that there are hundreds of thousands of miles around here, there are soul beast territories, even if you don't get attacked, you still don't know where you will go.

Compared with those unknown dangers, Fang Yan would rather face the six monks behind him. If he had enough mana, he would naturally not have to flee in such a panic. Monk, the dialect is invincible.

But now there are six people on the other side, and I don't know how many spiritual pets there are. Neither the Dawu Sword Formation nor the Wulei Zhenjue can last long. My biggest reliance is two spiritual pets and two puppet slaves. Without the fourth-order soul beast talisman in the hands of the monk, Fang Yan is still very confident in killing the enemy with Feng Nu's power, but now Fang Yan is not very sure.

Fang Yan didn't know if he would encounter high-level soul beasts in the distance, and he didn't stay away from this mountain depression. He urged the flying sword to circle around this mountain depression. It's less than a hundred miles away, but it takes a while, Fang Yan thought Thinking of a way, he looked at the pursuers behind him from time to time.

When he glanced behind him again, Fang Yan found that the six sword lights were separated, two for each.

In an instant, Dialect understood the other party's intentions. He wanted to entangle himself and kill him. But he laughed secretly: "You can't blame me for committing evil."

Sure enough, after Fang Yan turned around a bend, he saw the two people waiting in front of him. They were all fully armed, their bodies were shining, their defensive magic weapons were of high rank, and the flying swords under their feet did not stop, circling back and forth. Apparently he was afraid of his five-element spirit thunder, and just planned to entangle himself here. The cultivator with the fourth-order soul beast talisman is no longer among them, but he will definitely come here in a short time.

Fang Yan sneered in his heart, one was at the mid-Golden Core stage, the other was at the late-Golden Core stage, and obviously the other two groups did the same. Dialect urged Feijian to accelerate towards the person at the mid-Golden Core stage.

The cultivator who had seen the dialect spirit thunder dared to face the enemy head-on, and quickly threw several talismans in the direction of the dialect. At the same time, a dark light flashed, and a spiritual pet appeared beside him. I just wanted to block for a while, and wait for that high-ranking monk to make a move.

When Fang Yan saw the spirit pet summoned by his opponent, he was dumbfounded. It was also a red cicada, but unfortunately it was only a second-level soul beast, one level worse than his own. A dark light flashed, and the two and the beast flew towards the opposite side.

Now it is three against three. The dialect released Feng Nu to deal with the late-stage Jindan monks, and he himself dealt with the mid-stage Jindan monks, and Chichan dealt with its kind.

In ancient times, Youtian avoided horse racing. The lower horses faced the top horses, the middle horses faced the dismounted horses, and the top horses faced the middle horses. They won by surprise. Nowadays, the dialect is all about the top horses against the dismounted horses.

(End of this chapter)