Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 577
Can the Great Distracted Cultivator be so magnanimous?It's just that these magic weapons are not the high-grade spiritual weapons as expected, but they are definitely the top-grade middle-grade spiritual weapons. Whether they don't care about it or have other thoughts, the dialect can't guess it for a while. After the red bald Taoist spoke, he looked at the same expressions of the other two, and said without hesitation in dialect: "Okay, I'll take another one, just this bone staff."

It's not that the dialect can't see the grades of several magic weapons, and can't tell the value of several magic weapons. It's really that the few things in front of me can't get into the eyes of the distracted monk, but they can't get into the eyes of the dialect. The rank of his magic weapon is not low, and there are several such as star burial robes. The Senran Scroll is not fully practiced, and there is no extra effort in the dialect. He has no plan to sacrifice any high-level magic weapon at all.

Right now, if you take any of these things at random, you will just auction it off in any city of monks, but as long as you successfully collect the thunder during this trip to the thunder abyss, you will be able to recognize the Dao talisman in the sea. The imprisoned devil in the article is obliterated, and the dialect that is proficient in alchemy does not lack any spiritual stones, even the spiritual things that contain supreme spiritual energy, and it is enough to buy them after some time, why bother to take advantage of what they should not have obtained? , the benefits are not too many, but every benefit that the dialect gets is what you deserve, not from other people's charity. Right now, this bone staff is slightly worse than the other three pieces, but it is estimated that it is [-]% different. not big.

Seeing that Fang Yan once again pointed at the bone stick that he wanted to collect just now, the red bald Taoist glanced at Fang Yan but didn't say anything more. Dialect: "Put it away and get ready to leave here."

After finishing speaking, the three distracted monks immediately collected the other three things, one by one each, and then swept them aside. At this time, Dialect saw that in less than [-] breaths, the teleportation array had completely disappeared. After it started functioning, the signs of collapse in the surrounding space became more and more intense.

Dialect doesn't know where the teleportation array is going, but he also understands that such a simple teleportation array, in the ancient battlefield, places like the Barren Tomb Plain, it is impossible to teleport very far, it should just be sent out of this space. A distracted monk stood up without the slightest hesitation, Taoist Wentian had already set foot on it, and Fang Yan followed behind and stood on the teleportation array.

The teleportation array seemed to be able to sense everyone's movements. Just as the five of them stood up, a spatial fluctuation flashed across the teleportation array.

The moment the teleportation array flickered, several wisps of consciousness intertwined above the barren mounds of the ancient battlefield, and a sigh came out from one of the wisps of consciousness: "Unexpectedly, this time, the inheritance of the ancestor of the witches is opened again, The Wujizi failed last time, so it’s not surprising that these few didn’t get the inheritance, but I don’t know when the next chance will be.”

"The arrangement of those ancestors is difficult for us to detect clearly. We can only find out if there is movement. All we can do is continue to wait." Another wave of spiritual consciousness flashed.

"The three of us can wait, but the blood emperor may not be able to last."

"That can't be done, it just depends on luck."

"Unexpectedly, you and I will go against the sky all our lives, and in the end it will depend on luck."

After talking with each other for a few wisps of spiritual consciousness, they dispersed immediately. Few people in the entire ancient battlefield were aware of the movement of this chance spiritual consciousness, and the few people who had just left were not aware of it at all.

The spatial fluctuations soon subsided. The three distracted monks and the two Nascent Soul descendants had already mobilized their defenses. After standing still, they found themselves standing in a dark valley. With just one breath, everyone knew Still in the ancient desolate battlefield, only the ancient desolate battlefield has such a strong atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist Wentian, do you know where this place is?" Dialect, who had just stood still, asked Taoist Wentian next to him.

"It should be Longxi Valley, several seniors, friends of the dialect, I have something to do so I left first." It is true that I lost to the dialect before, the reason why I came here is because I am willing to gamble and admit defeat. Gu Di, now I see a few distracted great monks who have worked hard all the way but only obtained a middle-grade spiritual weapon, which is still a spiritual weapon of the Wu clan, but they are very calm. After hearing the question in dialect, they looked around. After recognizing this place, Dang even said goodbye, and after speaking, without waiting for anyone to respond, he had already mobilized his body and flew away into the distance.

Seeing Taoist Wentian's movements, Fang Yan didn't dare to stay alone with the three distracted monks, and immediately left a sentence: "The three seniors, the junior also bid farewell." Tian Taoist left Longxi Valley.

Watching Taoist Wentian and Fang Yan leave in a hurry, the three distracted monks didn't show anything, they just watched quietly, after a few breaths, they flickered again and again, flying away in the direction of Fang Yan's departure and go.

The distracted cultivator chased out of the valley in just a few breaths, saw the flickering figure of Dialect in front of him, immediately accelerated, and caged past, but unexpectedly, there was a flash of thunder in front of him, and Dialect disappeared immediately.

"Thunder escape magic weapon?" The three distracted monks who noticed the thunder wave were all shocked, they didn't expect that dialect would have such a flying escape magic weapon.

However, after a short while, the red bald man said: "It's okay, this is the ancient battlefield, so what if it's the magic weapon of thunder escape, little Nascent Soul monk, don't you dare to go on a rampage, come with me."

Taoist Luo Yue, who had been silent all the time, spoke at this time: "Fellow Daoist Hong, although his flying direction is no longer in the same direction as Luo Lei Yuan, it is not much different. Do you remember the situation when you came here? Tianxing Zongjian Taoist Xing did not hesitate to wait two more days in order to walk with us, and with all the performances along the way, I always feel that Taoist Jian Xing has other intentions for this dialect, is there any connection?"

"But dialect is just a Nascent Soul of a casual cultivator. Unless he worships at the Heavenly Star Sect's gate, so what if there is some connection. Could it be that our distracted cultivators are still restrained by others." Du Tianye said immediately.

Taoist Red Baldy paused for a while, and after thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "If his body training method is really as we expected, it is worth offending the Heavenly Star Sect, not to mention it is just a guess, let's go."

After finishing speaking, the red bald man flickered, and flew forward. A quarter of an hour later, three distracted monks stood on a wilderness, slightly stunned, and a bone staff fell on the ground. A moment ago, the magic weapon that Fang Yan took last was lying here quietly at this moment, without any trace of struggle around.

"Red bald man, has the imprint you left behind been discovered?" After a pause, Du Tianye asked.

The red bald Taoist waved his hand, put away the bone stick, and poked his consciousness into it. After a few breaths, he raised his head and said, "No, he didn't explore it at all, and the imprint didn't change at all. I didn't expect to be so cautious. A Nascent Soul The cultivator actually threw away a middle-grade spiritual weapon casually."

"Without this bone staff, how can we find him? If we go back to the City of the Emperor of War, we can't do it even if we want to." Du Tianye said after thinking for a while.

"Go to Luo Leiyuan." The red bald man said, and the three of them immediately urged their movements to go towards Luo Leiyuan.

It is true that Fang Yan did not investigate the bone staff, but Fang Yan has already suffered from the great distracted monks. If Xing Shuo hadn't been tampered with, why would he have been chased and killed by those distracted monks for several years? The value of this medium-grade spiritual weapon is not low, but compared to the dangers he may encounter, Fang Yan decided to throw away the magic weapon he just obtained without thinking about it. The reason is that he did not collect this magic weapon himself, but After passing through the hands of the red bald man, every great distracted monk should not be underestimated, let alone a middle-stage distracted monk like the red bald man, he can arrange a lot of things in the blink of an eye.

Although he is not sure that the red bald man has resorted to tricks, but he is in a hurry to go to Luo Leiyuan to collect Gang Lei's dialect, and he has no time to investigate it carefully. Abandoning him is the best choice. In fact, dialect just wanted to give this magic weapon to Wen. Tiandaoren, just think about the arrogance of asking Tiandaoren. He has already lost to himself before, and he didn't complain all the way. Dialect knows that even if he speaks, Wentiandaoren will not accept it. What's more, if he is really missed by others, so It's unknown if the action might cause the other party to be vigilant and attack directly, so that he escaped far away, and after urging the wings of thunder once again, he threw the bone staff out.

At this moment, Dialect is relaxed, turning slightly, urging his movements again and again, and flying away in the direction of Luo Leiyuan. With the guidance of Daoist Hu, he is not afraid of taking the wrong path, but there are many dangers in the ancient desolate battlefield. It is better not to use this kind of magic weapon unless it is absolutely necessary. Low-key is the biggest principle of the dialect now, otherwise it will be a big trouble if it attracts the attention of high-level monsters because of the light of thunder escape. Level [-] and level [-] can handle it by themselves. If you can't fight, you can escape, but if you encounter an existence above the seventh level, it's not trouble, but a dead end.

"Dialect, the front is the outskirts of Luo Leiyuan." On this day, Daoist Hu in the star burial robe said to Fang Yan. After flying away carefully for a few days, even if he encountered a fifth-level monster, Dialect did not provoke him at all. Just dodged and fled all the way, the low-key can't be low-key, and it's finally coming.

In fact, before Daoist Hu reminded him, Dialect was aware of the thunder wave coming from ahead, and the dialect, who was integrated into the Yuanying to look at the source of thunder, had already reached an extremely high level of reaction to the thunder wave.

Arriving here, Dialect was not in a hurry, stopped his figure, and after fleeing into the ground for several tens of feet, he opened a cave at random, entered the ancient desert battlefield, killed many monsters, and obtained many Nascent Soul bodies. , before entering Luo Leiyuan, one needs to improve one's own strength, not to mention that drop of black blood needs to be refined as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)