Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 587
The Thunder Tree has absorbed the water of thunder light dozens of times, and the previously bare trunk has now become full of foliage. Two years have passed, and the dialect under the shade of the tree is still the same as just sitting down two years ago , nothing changed.

On this day, Fang Yan opened his words for the first time, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of joy, just under Fang Yan's gaze, the flickering evil spirits in the palm of his hand changed. At this moment, he suddenly slowed down, no longer shining brightly, and seemed to be much more docile.

In the past when controlling Lei Guang, Dialect has always focused on concealment and killing the enemy. He took the path of opening and closing, which is far less delicate than his fire-type spiritual power. After all, the precise control needed for alchemy is far from the enemy It was comparable to the time of bombardment, but now at this moment, the evil spirit thunder in dialect's hand has the feeling of controlling the spiritual power of the fire element. With the waves of thunder waves coming from the dantian Yuanying, the evil spirit thunder in dialect's hand Not only did he slow down his movements, but there was also an astonishing change, just like the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks seen outside, in the hands of dialect, a faint sword shadow flashed out.

At just a moment ago, Fang Yan seemed to have broken through a barrier of cultivation. Suddenly, he felt that his control over Lei Guang had reached a new level. At that time, with such a level, Fang Yan was confident that he could kill more than a sixth-level high-level or even a seventh-level monster. The moment the sword shadow appeared in his hand, Fang Yan felt as if he had become the master of thunder.

It's a pity that this feeling is only for a short moment, a short one-hundredth of a breath. Even so, Dialect still shouted: "Yeah." The excitement was full, although the goal he set was far away There is a lot of difference, but the most critical step has already been taken.

From this day on, Fang Yan was no longer as motionless as in the past two years, and the evil spirit lightning in his hand was constantly changing under the control of Fang Yan, transforming into a figure.

Another year has passed in a blink of an eye, but the dialect is not as happy as it was a year ago. For a whole year, the runes in the sea of ​​consciousness have faded a bit, and the feeling of fragmentation has become more and more obvious. Dao Bixie Ganglei's control has not made much progress, perhaps a little longer than before, and can maintain two per cent breath, but dialect still can only make it transform into a blurred sword shadow, dialect's idea is to make this Dao Leiguang transformed into a forbidden rune.

Different from other places in the sea of ​​consciousness, even if he has the evil spirit lightning, the dialect is not willing to bombard and kill wantonly, let alone relying on only one evil energy lightning, he wants to kill a demon that even the old man of the Demon Sealing Palace is afraid of. Dialect knew it was difficult to do so, so he came up with the idea of ​​condensing this evil warding thunder into a forbidden rune, and re-strengthened the rune that had begun to fade in his sea of ​​consciousness, perhaps better than bombardment. It is more reliable, but it is a pity that it seems that this road is not feasible now, a sword shadow can only last for an instant, not to mention the prohibition rune that is ten thousand times more complicated than the sword shadow.

Just at the moment when the disappointment in Fang Yan's heart was born, he suddenly felt that the rune in the sea of ​​consciousness clicked, and it was about to break open?
Where is there any other choice, in an instant, the dialect consciousness immediately sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, followed by the evil warding thunder, and the group of dark runes in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness have long since faded and almost disappeared. The fluctuating dialect of the formation that flashed from time to time is now only an insignificant trace, is it really going to be wiped out?

Fang Yan's heart shuddered, and he just stared at this gray mass, what kind of existence was there, and whether a demon was sealed in it as he expected.

But after a while, the last trace of rune fluctuations disappeared. In a split second, just a split second, Fang Yan knew that he had guessed for a long time that there was no mistake at all. Only the devil could have this kind of breath. The moment the rune just disappeared, Fang Yan sensed a naked intention of killing and devouring, which was no different from many demon bosses he had encountered in the Dark Demon Realm.

"Haha, Ancestor Talisman, do you think you can really imprison me for eternity if you master the forbidden rune? Unless a fairy takes action, no one in the cultivation world can do it, even you Ancestor Talisman, haha."

A wave of consciousness suddenly spread into the dialect's soul, and the devil who had just escaped from the trap couldn't hide his excitement.

Dialect naturally heard the devil's words, but now there is no time to distinguish the meaning, at the moment the devil's rune shattered, the instant he sensed the devil's breath, dialect had already made a move, Lei immediately shot towards the location of the demon leader, but his original idea of ​​re-banning the demon leader was completely impossible. Although he still did not meet his requirements, Fang Yan knew that this evil spirit warding off thunder was still his own response to this evil spirit. The biggest reliance of the devil.

"Evil Resisting Lightning? Nascent Soul junior? If a late-stage cultivator who is distracted holds tens of millions of Evil Resisting Lightning, he might fight me, but a Nascent Soul junior, even if my current strength is not as good as the original Bai Yi, It's not something you can deal with, you really don't know how to live or die."

Dialect's warding off evil spirits did not play a big role, shuttling back and forth in the billowing black mist of the devil, every time he could hear the sound of wailing, but dialect knew that these wails were nothing but the devil's The low-level subordinates in his hands are basically cannon fodder, and in fact they hardly do any harm to the devil himself.

"Tsk tsk, I remember that old thing of ancestor talisman put me in the sea of ​​consciousness of a distracted cultivator, how could I run into the sea of ​​consciousness of a monk of Nascent Soul? Swallowing, this is the world of comprehension, my strength is greatly weakened now, if I want to show it, I will definitely attract the attention of those who are not born, even if the talisman ancestor fell back then, the other strengths are not bad. In the world, there are countless bloodlines of monks, and within a hundred years, I will be able to recover as before, and then the world of cultivation will be mine."

For the dialect's consciousness, this demon didn't care at all, it should be said that he ignored it, just in the dialect's consciousness sea, on the side of the dialect's consciousness, he murmured out what he thought in his heart without any scruples, One after another divine sense messages passed into the dialect's soul, but the devil who had just broken the rune was very excited and a little confused, the messages sent out were abnormally messy, but to the dialect's ears, it was like a thunderbolt.

Needless to say the words of the immortal, I have never heard of the dialect of who the ancestor of the talisman is, and it is impossible to guess whether the dialect is comparable to that of the ancestor of the shaman. The strength is far beyond my imagination, and it is not within the scope of my understanding. Even if he has less than one hundred strength as he said, he is not invincible to me. Just like the current dialect, even if he only uses One percent of the power can easily kill a Qi Refining cultivator.

As for the following words, the dialect is even more clear, seizing the house, removing the house, how can the devil have the status of a monk, and who is the target of seizing the house besides himself.

It's just that now the biggest reliance on evil spirits is far from the power expected by the dialect, and many other methods have already been proven in the Dark Demon Realm, and they are not a big threat to the devil, let alone the one in front of me. The devil of those devils.

What to do, I noticed that this monster was sweeping around my sea of ​​consciousness, making a few dissatisfied sounds from time to time like judging goods.

Dialect never believed that the devil would have the slightest sympathy for him, but the devil in front of him did not immediately obliterate his consciousness and soul to seize the body, and even the evil spirit and the thunder were allowed to shuttle back and forth in his body, even There is no intention to stop it at all, it seems that the devil still has some problems after breaking the rune?

"What should I do?" Realizing that there is something wrong with the devil, Fang Yan also knows that he doesn't have long to think about it. If he can't kill the devil immediately, it won't take long for it to recover, even if it only recovers a little, his body will become The devil's body, as well as his own soul and consciousness, are definitely the devil's supplements.

There are not enough evil spirits, and the only thing that dialect can think of is the evil spirits in the thunder tree. With a movement of the mind, hundreds of evil spirits poured into the sea of ​​consciousness from the center of the eyebrows, and together with the evil spirits, they moved towards the figure of the devil. Kill the past.

Up to now, Dialect doesn't care that such bombardment will damage the Sea of ​​Consciousness, no matter how well the Sea of ​​Consciousness is protected, it is only useful if he can survive by himself.

It's a pity that there are thousands of thunders to ward off evil, and one thunder to ward off evil is even more powerful. The devil will ignore it after just a slight sweep, and let the thousand thunders shuttle through the billowing black smoke around him.

"Ah." For the first time, Fang Yan had the idea that he could not kill this monster. If he was facing a distracted monk, Fang Yan still had great confidence to deal with him, but now he was facing a monster that was far better than ordinary monks. The devil of the god monk is still the devil who hides in his own sea of ​​consciousness. The dialect is a bit poor. Even if he has the wings of thunder escape and can travel hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant, how can he get rid of this devil? With a high-grade spiritual weapon such as the Star Burial Robe, how can it resist the devil's ability to snatch him from the sea of ​​consciousness? If there is nothing wrong with the head, he will be killed by his own spirit thunder.

Seeing that the evil spirit warding off and the thunder light were not effective, Fang Yan thought of his own many methods in an instant, but found that few of them could be effective, but he still did not give up. Out of a string of runes and headed towards the devil, no matter what the result is, you have to try to know.

Seeing the flowing runes disappeared into the billowing black smoke of the devil, not to mention the ban on the devil, even the induction disappeared without a trace, another failure.

Aware of the dialect's actions, the devil's consciousness swept over again: "It's actually a descendant of the ancestor?" The tone was disdainful, but it showed the intention to cover up the killing.

Dialect has long since ignored the devil's reaction, and just thought in his heart, is there no other way out except to explode the soul of the Nascent Soul in order to die?

(End of this chapter)