Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 46

The Bee Beast was hundreds of meters away from where Dialect was staying, and by the time the visitor arrived at the edge of the dark pool, Dialect was already gone.

"Hei Qi, where are the people? And what about the monster you mentioned?" A man with a fleshy face was asking the leader of the six gangs, Hei Qi.

"Boss Kong, you were here just now, and I asked Scar to stay here. By the way, where is Scar?" Not only did the person who fell down disappear, but even the scar of the knife disappeared.

Boss Kong also noticed that the knife scar that should have been guarding here was gone, and immediately ordered several people around to scatter to look for it.

Dao Scar, who had already left with dialect, heard the bursts of calling from behind, and his heart was pounding. If he stopped, he could go back and be the leader of his Eighth Gang. I go to mine every day, I can’t eat well every day, but I won’t be hungry. I don’t know what the future will be like with this person in front of me. And he was very suspicious, if he didn't return for a few days, if he was taken as a spy, his skin would peel off if he didn't die.

Scar didn't think about it until now, he seemed to be fascinated today, but after hearing a few words, he had the idea of ​​betraying the Iron Head Gang. He was dissatisfied with his situation in the past, but he never thought of betraying Boss Kong .

Looking at the expert next to him, and then at the several huge bees around him, Scar still made up his mind to take a gamble. If he made the right bet, he would no longer have to be bullied by those people like before. If he lost, At most, he could just go back to mine, and his brothers are not easy to mess with if he is in a hurry.

Many years later, Dao Scar recalled this day many times, thankful that he made the most correct choice in his life at that time, and boasted to others more than once how wise he was at that time, when he saw Boss Fang I feel wise and powerful, not a mortal.

At this moment, Dialect didn't know that Scar beside him had so many thoughts for a moment. Dialect followed Scar along a rugged mine. Through the Bee Beast dialect, he already knew that a group of people had arrived at the place where he was just now. , now dialect is not in the mood to pay attention to these people, the first thing is to carefully check his body, the body can move, why the mana can't work, is there any hope to restore the mana.

Scar took the dialect and jumped onto a protrusion on the wall of the mine tunnel, and climbed up with a piece of knowledge on it with both hands. There was a passage in front of him that could only allow one person to crawl forward. Scar knew that the dialect could not be on his own Go in ahead, without saying much, bent down and crawled in.

Dialect watched as Scar crawled in, and then put a bee beast in. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he also crawled in.

This is a good place to hide. Dialect crawled along the passage for dozens of meters before reaching the end. There are potholes the size of a house. In addition to this passage, there are other ventilation holes on the wall, so deep The place is not stuffy at all, Dialect looked at the surrounding environment and was very satisfied.

"Scar, you just wait here. I need to recover first. After I recover, you can introduce the situation of the ghost cave in detail."

"Master, we can only hide here for a while, and then we have to go out. There is no food here, and I don't have any rations on me."

"It's okay, just tell me when you're hungry."

Fang Yan waved his hand and asked Dao Scar to sit aside. It is impossible to let him leave now. Although he brought himself here, it is unlikely that he will betray himself again, but Fang Yan's strength is greatly reduced at the moment. If he is surrounded by people at the entrance of the cave Block it, even if there is a bee beast, you can't get any cheap, let's wait until you recover some strength. As for the hunger problem that Scar is worried about, Dialect is not worried at all. There are still a few bottles of Bigu Dan, which is enough for a year or two.

Unable to use mana, Fang Yan also had no way to set up the Soul Devouring Formation, so he arranged a Bee Beast at the entrance of the passage to guard, and the other four guarded him. Fang Yan sat cross-legged on the ground and began to check his body.

After checking, Dialect was very disappointed, his dantian was covered by a layer of mist, and no matter how much his mana collided, he couldn't break through this barrier. Is this the power of Jindanqi?
Dialect tried to run his mind and absorb the surrounding spiritual energy into his body, but his dantian was sealed, and the spiritual energy could not be circulated after entering the body, and he could not refine it at all. After a long time of experimentation, Dialect finally gave up this method. He wanted to break through this layer of barriers. You have to find a way from within your own body.

Dialect continued to work hard to run the mana in his body, trying to break through the barrier, but he didn't know what this barrier was, it was so tough, originally in his body, his mana should be invincible, but after a few hours, this layer The barrier doesn't seem to have changed at all, and the mana in Fang Yan's body is still confined in the dantian and cannot function. If it has always been like this, Fang Yan's cultivation will no longer be able to increase, even if his previous cultivation cannot be used. Become an ordinary mortal.

After practicing dialect for nearly a year, he has already identified himself as a monk, and he is unwilling to let him go back to live a mortal life again. Fortunately, the mana in his body is only imprisoned, not dissipated, and his dantian is not destroyed. As long as I persevere, there is still hope to break this barrier, and I can continue to practice at that time, but I don't know how long it will take.

If Zhou Wenwu knew that the dialect still had this plan, I don’t know what he would think. A monk in the golden core period imprisoned the cultivation of a monk in the Qi refining period, and this monk in the Qi refining period planned to break the imprisonment. No matter how high it is, how thick the ground is, there is a difference of more than ten levels, casual monks will not plan to break through the confinement when they encounter this situation, those with elders will naturally seek help from the elders of the master's sect, and casual cultivators who do not have elders of the master's sect will probably just give up Cultivate, and go to be a mortal with peace of mind.

However, what Zhou Wenwu imprisoned was dialect. A monk who became a monk halfway, he had only been in contact with cultivation for a year. Except for a few people, he had no contact with other monks at all. He didn't know anything that others took for granted. It's still what I learned from elementary school that where there is a will, there is a way, and water drops through a rope and saws wood.

Although it had no effect, the dialect continued to circulate the mana in the dantian, hitting the unknown layer of imprisonment time and time again.

"Boss, I'm hungry."

Dialect, who was still practicing, suddenly heard Scar's voice, opened his eyes and found that Scar was looking at him eagerly, and there were still a few scars on his body, which seemed to be newly added.

"Scar, what's going on with you."

"Boss Gaoren, I'm hungry and want to go out to find something to eat. You bees are blocking the way. I want to go out, so it's like this. Boss Gaoren, it's been more than a day. Are you hungry?"

"It's been more than a day?" Fang Yan was a little discouraged. After more than a day, his cultivation had not achieved any effect, and his mana was still imprisoned in his dantian.Fang Yan stood up, moved his body, his cultivation base was imprisoned, and even his body became tired easily, but after more than a day, it seemed that his blood vessels were not smooth. After a few movements, Fang Yan took out a jade bottle and poured out a jade bottle. Bigu Dan.

"Scar, eat this bigu pill, and you won't feel hungry for seven days."

Seeing that dialect swished a beautiful jade bottle, Scar's eyes were a little straightened, and he didn't care about taking the pill: "Boss Gao, are you a fairy?"

"Immortal? No, I'm just a monk. Don't call me the boss anymore, just call me dialect."

"Okay, expert, oh no, Boss Fang, are you a monk? The kind that can fly around?"

"Do you know monks?" The dialect was a little strange. When I didn't enter the cultivation world, I didn't know anything about monks.

"Of course, Boss Fang, most of us here have seen monks, and many of them were sent here by monks."

Dialect has forgotten this, and if he wants to send mortals to the ghost cave, it must be a flying magic weapon.

"Okay, Scar, take this pill first, and then tell me about the situation in the ghost cave, how did you get here, how big is the ghost cave, how many people are there, except you iron heads What power does the gang have?"

(End of this chapter)