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Chapter 378 Xiao Ran begged for mercy
The dialect who was trapped in the magic weapon was extremely calm. Now that he has seen through his identity, he does not need to be taboo about his various concealment methods. He threw out the four puppet slaves and two spiritual pets with a wave of his hand. Two of the four puppet slaves It was the first time that Gu was confronted with the enemy, and it was the two earth slaves that Dialect and Wuling Daoist had fought for, and they had started to refine them when they came back.

Even if Xiao Ran knew that Dialect had many subordinates, he did not expect that there were so many of them, and they did not even reach the middle stage of Jindan, but Xiao Ran was just dumbfounded, so he opened his mouth and said: "No matter how much rubbish there is, it is rubbish, even if you have one Hundreds of Golden Core subordinates will let you know today that the difference in rank cannot be offset by quantity."

Following Xiao Ran's words, the surrounding gray fog suddenly churned up. Behind the gray fog, a large golden umbrella suddenly appeared. The big umbrella turned slightly, and more than a dozen auras suddenly came to kill the dialect. Full of sinister and murderous aura, the mana surged for a while, and the waves were turbulent.

Fang Yan was shocked, the power was not much worse than his own Flawless Jade Piece, no wonder Xiao Ran could use it to sweep away several Golden Cores and even Nascent Soul cultivators.

In an instant, in just an instant, many of Dialect's subordinates were severely damaged, even Yu Nu was seriously injured, the body protection field was destroyed, and all five tentacles were drooping. The liquid has been refined, and I am afraid that it will be killed just by this one. The Queen Bee and Chichan stayed behind the puppet slave, but only suffered some minor injuries.

What's even worse is that the two puppet slaves named in dialect as soil slaves were completely destroyed when they first met the enemy. Those two had relied on the two bodies of earth spirits to cultivate underground. After the elements were trapped in the formation, their strength was greatly reduced. At the beginning, they were dealt with by the dialect in this way, but now they are bombarded by the breath that is more powerful than the dialect plus Fengnu's blow, and it is normal to be destroyed.

Ever since Dialect mastered the technique of making puppets, he thought that one day he would be able to have an army of puppets. Although he just thought of it by chance, it was not because Dialect had this idea in his heart. Injured, only when Feng Nu blocked that wave of attack, Fang Yan completely extinguished this thought.

There has never been a more profound moment than this moment. Dialect felt that all reliance on foreign objects in the cultivation world is unreliable. Only one's own strength is the greatest guarantee. Dialect also understood this truth before, but every time they fight, they still rely on a few puppet slaves , spiritual pet.

When the strength is equal, this method can be said to be invincible. It is always difficult to win with more fights and sneak attacks. Until today, when Dialect met Xiao Ran who was holding a high-level magic weapon, this somewhat illusory feeling was finally broken. It revealed the truth that the dialect has never thought deeply. In the face of higher-level strength, his many assistances are just more sacrifices.

In an instant, Dialect understood that in the future, even if he wanted to refine puppets, he would have to use a body that surpassed his own cultivation to be really effective. Like the local slaves, he could only do it at best.

Now except for Feng Nu, others can't help him. Fang Yan shakes his hand and takes Yu Nu and his two spiritual pets back. If he stays any longer, he will not only be unable to protect Fang Yan, but also need Fang Yan to protect them.

Fang Yan judged in an instant that what Xiao Ran was urging was a magic weapon of the middle-grade spirit weapon level. After knowing this fact, Fang Yan felt at ease.

Although Xiao Ran's current cultivation base is a bit weird, there are a few traces of Nascent Soul mixed with the aura of the golden core, but let it go, you can be sure that the other party has never conceived a baby. Reaching Nascent Soul is different, but Xiao Ran's body has reached the level of Nascent Soul.

With Xiao Ran urging such a high-level magic weapon in this state, even if his magic power can last longer, his spiritual sense will not be able to keep up. If it is another monk, even in the early stage of Yuanying, he will rarely have a middle-grade spiritual weapon. However, there is one piece of defensive magic weapon in dialect recently, the flawless jade chess piece. Just after meeting each other, he let dialect know that his peach miasma armor will be greatly damaged under the attack of the big umbrella breath. Only Nanzi's magic weapon can block it.

Dialect's bet is that he can last longer than the other party, and the source of confidence is the Yunling Pill that has just been successfully refined. As long as Li Ran's consciousness or mana is exhausted, it is time for him to make a move. Even Xiao Ran has Yunling in him. The pill is useless, it can only replenish mana. Dialect has never heard that the divine sense can replenish the perfect pill in a few breaths. Even if it directly absorbs the power of the soul, it will take a moment or even longer.

Xiao Ran, who was hidden in the gray mist, urged the Huangyu Umbrella to kill many of Dialect's subordinates with one blow, and felt a burst of revenge in his heart: "Haha, what methods do you have, use them all, don't come again , this is your last time, look at the eighteen bones of my imperial feathers."

Eighteen beams of light shot out from the big umbrella, and just after leaving the big umbrella, it turned into eighteen golden bone spurs, tumbling and forming a big formation, shooting towards Dialect.

"This is?" Before the attack reached him, Fang Yan felt a more powerful power than the previous one. It was actually a set of sword formations, but it was transformed with the help of the magic weapon's breath. If it was at the same level, it was no better than his own Dawu sword. The array is so powerful, but the big umbrella right now is clearly a middle-grade spiritual weapon, and even with this breath illusion, it is not weaker than his own 36-handled Dawu Sword Formation. If the middle-grade spiritual weapon strikes with all its strength, its attack power must be Earth-shattering.

At this moment, Fang Yan can confirm that Xiao Ran's magic weapon was definitely not sacrificed by himself, but in the past few years, it is absolutely impossible for him to practice a middle-grade treasure to such an extent. The biggest possibility is to use other people's magic weapon, just like It was the same magic weapon that Rong Hao used to mobilize his father Rong Canghai.

However, this understanding has no effect on the current situation. What Dialect can do is to immediately activate the building blocks, and his aura suddenly rises. The two flawless jade chess pieces in his hand emit black and white aura, and a formation surrounds Fang Yan's body. Look, from a distance, there is only one black and one white picture of Tai Chi fish, but Xiao Ran didn't see it, because Feng Nu also moved.

Fengnu beside Fangyan also sensed the danger in front of him, his momentum rose, and the autumn fan in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and a thick autumn atmosphere appeared around Fangyan and Fengnu in an instant.

Qiu Fan is also a spiritual weapon. Although it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it is not a magic weapon for attacking and killing, it also has a lot of power in the hands of Feng Nu, the master. Hundreds of bleak breaths interweave back and forth in the air, forming a defensive network in an instant Blocked in the periphery.

The difference in grades showed spiritual power at this moment, and the eighteen golden bone spurs were only delayed for a moment before they pierced through the defensive net arranged by Feng Nu and shot towards the dialect.

Xiao Ran, who was hiding in the gray mist, watched the eighteen golden lights sink into the opponent's defense, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up. The hatred of killing the flesh was about to be avenged, and he felt happy in his heart, waiting to see the dialect The moment he was killed, he had to exhale loudly to vent his years of depression.

After a while, Xiao Ran, who was about to celebrate, suddenly opened his eyes wide, showing a look of disbelief. The most powerful attack he could use to activate the imperial feather umbrella did not kill the opponent. After a flash of violent light, he revealed The dialect is intact inside.

"Impossible, impossible." Li Xiao Ran raged, roared several times, resigned himself to his fate and activated the magic treasure emperor's feather umbrella, and flew out with 54 golden bone spurs three times in a row, which was a bit more powerful than before The attacking sword array rushed towards the dialect again.

After the dialect of the last attack, he had a clear understanding of the defensive power of the chess formation outside him, and waved his hand to stop Feng Nu from moving. Just now, the autumn fan was broken, and Feng Nu also suffered a little damage. The chess formation blocked that attack, so why should Feng Nu be injured again.

Without Feng Nu's autumn fan, Xiao Ran could clearly see the movements of the dialect, and when he saw the picture of a black and white Taiji fish, Xiao Ran's expression became horrified: "This is? This is the magic weapon refined by the master, God Soul Chess Formation? No, it seems to be even more powerful than Master's. Even Master's method will not absorb all the attacks of Huangling Umbrella. Who is this person? Why does he have this sect's supreme magic weapon. "

Received two consecutive attacks, but in the past ten or so breaths, there is still a period of time before the [-] breaths that Fang Yan can last. Fang Yan still has not found Xiao Ran's figure, but the big golden umbrella is there, seeing that it no longer shoots Radiance, how could dialect wait for the other party to show off its power, dialect's illusion-breaking eyes vaguely found that this big umbrella was the key to the surrounding situation.

Taiji Yutu was still defending himself, and the dialect ordered Fengnu to guard the surroundings, and he directly threw out a hundred and eight thunder swords. After a few breaths, a large formation surrounded the big umbrella. However, the existence of the Dawu Sword Formation made the Jinglei Sword, which was originally a top-grade treasure, burst out with the power of a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

A few years ago, all of Xiao Ran's group were killed by Dialect, and only he escaped a ray of spirit. Now he thought that he would be happy with his enmity and kill Dialect, and then he could return to the sect, practice in seclusion, and prepare to conceive a baby. However, after urging the imperial feather umbrella to attack twice in succession, he lost all confidence, especially after seeing the magic weapon sacrificed by the dialect, he kept muttering why this happened. Suddenly, Xiao Ran found his invisible position, together with the emperor The feather umbrella has been surrounded by a large formation, and countless sword lights are flickering around it, and the power of thunder is flowing and cohesive, and the power is getting stronger and stronger, and it will be bombarded without counting breaths.

Xiao Ran suddenly felt fear, he still didn't want to die, he wanted to conceive a baby, and was distracted, how could he be willing to die like this, seeing the boundless power enveloped him, Xiao Ran suddenly shouted: "Don't kill me, don't Kill me, my father is a core disciple of the Heavenly Soul Sect, and my two ancestors are the elders of the Heavenly Soul Sect, as long as you let me go, they will agree to anything."

Seeing that his life was about to be endangered, Xiao Ran even cried and shouted, regardless of the majesty of the sect and his past face, he just wanted to get mercy from Dialect.

(End of this chapter)