Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 589
Daoist Hu's voice hadn't finished yet, and Fang Yan also sensed the fluctuations of the surrounding monsters. Two high-level monsters of the sixth rank appeared beside him. Xiuwei.

Fang Yan knew that Daoist Hu's words were true. At this moment, I don't have the time to prevent monsters from attacking and killing outside me. I can only use the Fan Jue body training technique, and then said to Daoist Hu: "Taoist Hu, be careful and defend yourself."

These monsters are not a serious problem. As usual, even if Fang Yan can't kill them with some effort, it is enough to get rid of them. However, at this moment, Fang Yan still needs to use the infinite lightning in the sea of ​​thunder to kill the monster in the sea of ​​consciousness. It is possible to leave and stay here. If you leave, there is no hope at all. At this moment, you can only let these monsters go wild for a while, and let the Hu Taoists resist for a while. As long as there are not many seventh-order monsters Sitting in the town, the top-grade spiritual weapon star burial robe is enough to resist.

Ignoring the external affairs anymore, Fang Yan turned his attention back into the sea of ​​consciousness. A stream of thunder and light kept washing away the monsters outside the demon like a great river. The fog has shrunk a bit. In this moment, the torrent of lightning water has wiped out a large number of low-level monsters, but now the progress has obviously slowed down. The higher the level of monsters, of course, there is no previous efficiency.

Progress has been made, and the damage is not small. The dialect can already feel the bursts of severe pain coming into the soul, and the wall of the sea of ​​consciousness has also been hit by the thunderous water with many scars. If you don't know if you can't die, the dialect itself will fall first. The so-called drinking poison to quench thirst is nothing more than that.

It's a pity that even if the dialect struggles with the sea of ​​consciousness, it is difficult to wipe out all the monsters outside the devil's body, let alone urge the evil spirit to kill the devil. After a while, the torrent of thunder and light is still pouring in. But without the previous power, the demon who had been standing still suddenly moved, and a stream of magic was released, and the originally loose monsters in the body suddenly condensed into a formation, and in an instant, they were more than a hundred times more condensed than before. However, the original thunder light is no longer effective, only the evil spirits and the evil thunder are still somewhat effective.

"Unexpectedly, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator not only received the inheritance of the talisman ancestor, but also practiced the body training method of the shaman ancestor. Even the method of manipulating the spiritual power of the thunder system seems to be not simple, haha, God help me too , with such a physical body, I will be able to return to the original state within hundreds of years."

Apparently, the devil had already solved his own troubles, and he had the leisure to start scanning Dialect's body. After scanning for a week, he seemed very satisfied with Dialect's physical body.

The devil didn't pay any attention to the dialect spirit and consciousness at the side, and simply ignored it. Although the dialect spirit hadn't been wiped out and began to seize the body, it seemed that the dialect body had already belonged to him in his words.

Hearing the devil's words, Fang Yan knew that his last moment was coming, so he no longer held back the slightest hand, and no longer cared about the damage of the water of thunder to the sea of ​​consciousness, and immediately urged the source of thunder in the five-color nascent soul of his dantian Ultimately, a more ferocious torrent of lightning flooded in.

"Dialect?" Daoist Hu, who was dealing with the two monsters, immediately sensed the fluctuation of the surrounding lightning water. In an instant, the vortex that was already spinning rapidly became a little faster, and the range expanded to nearly a thousand feet. Daoist Hu I was shocked in my heart, could it be that the devil has changed?Immediately, he sent an inquiry message to his master dialect.

Soon I received a response in dialect, but it did not answer the doubts of Taoist Hu: "Daoren Hu, take Ziling pet away immediately, even if the devil leaves Luo Leiyuan, the connection between you and me will still not be severed , go to the Heavenly Star Sect and inform the seniors of the sect to come and slay demons."

As soon as a message from the dialect came out, Daoist Hu noticed that Ziling's body magic weapon, the Ziheng Furnace, and two spiritual pets were instantly placed into the magic weapon space of the star burial robe by the dialect, and several pieces of spiritual light shone along with it. His magic weapon, Senran Scroll, Qingyun Giant Sword, and Thunder Wings are also among them, and there are also a lot of various materials, such as spirit grass, ore, etc. Dialect has delivered everything in his body to himself ?
That's right, Fang Yan almost handed over all of himself to the Hu Daoist. At the moment when the devil's head flickered, Fang Yan knew that he could no longer kill it. Without the slightest hesitation, he did what he had planned before Decided, if it wasn't for the monsters attacking earlier, Taoist Hu stayed behind to resist, Fang Yan would have done so long ago.

When the rune was broken before, Fang Yan had already prepared. At that time, Fang Yan remembered the old man he met in the Temple of Demon Suppression. His own experience was so similar to that old man. He was also invaded by the demon head. In order to seal the devil, the unknown senior did not hesitate to imprison himself, but the dialect himself is far from the old man's cultivation level, and he cannot re-seal the devil like an old man. The only thing he can do is to let the devil delay the recovery time, Naturally, these magical treasures and spirits cannot be used by the devil. Except for the Qiankun Pot, Dialect put all his own things into the space of the Star Burial Robe.

The Qiankun Pot was left behind because unless Dialect couldn't put it into the space of the Star Burial Robe like other magic weapons, he had to give up. In fact, Dialect still had some hopes for this magic weapon that he had never seen through. Xin, the Qiankun Pot has saved his life at critical moments more than once, this time the demon's strength is far greater than before, but the dialect has never been clear about the power limit of the Qiankun Pot.

After throwing all of himself into the Star Burial Robe, Dialect has put his life and death at risk, and he no longer cares about the outside world. He just introduces the countless thunder waters around him into his sea of ​​consciousness in order to hope for the last time. At the same time, the soul of the Nascent Soul has already made the final preparations, as long as the devil makes a slight move, he will explode the soul of the Nascent Soul.

"Such rubbish lightning, no matter how many there are, it's still rubbish." The devil noticed Fang Yan's desperate move, but he didn't intend to stop him at all. It seemed that Fang Yan's self-destructing Nascent Soul had no effect on him at all. The only thing he cares about now seems to be the body with the dialect, and the devil who is still scanning the body of the dialect, feeling the bombardment of the torrent of thunder and light, said disdainfully.

As soon as Fang Yan's heart was darkened, he wanted to explode the soul of the Yuanying, even if he died, he would die well.

Suddenly, another voice sounded, but it was not the voice of the devil: "Trash? Let you see the power of trash."

At this moment, the originally chaotic, but turbulent water of thunder light suddenly changed, split into thousands of streams in an instant, forming a mysterious formation, covering the demon head, the thunder light is still the same thunder light, But the current power is ten times and a hundred times stronger immediately.

"En? Who?" Hearing this voice, coupled with the sudden change, the devil showed unprecedented solemnity.

The dialect is also asking who is this?He was able to invade his own sea of ​​consciousness, but he didn't feel anything. The sudden change, Fang Yan stopped his self-explosion, and focused his attention on the outside, huh?Daoist Hu didn't leave, and still urged the star burial robe to protect him. The bursts of power from the robe of star burial showed what Taoist Hu was resisting at the moment.

Through the star burial robe, Fang Yan suddenly sensed a power, and after interacting with Taoist Hu's spiritual sense, Fang Yan knew that it turned out that he had just withdrawn his spiritual sense before, and before Taoist Hu made any action, this power was moving towards him. Fang Yan and Hu Daoren's master and servant were under pressure, Hu Dao was startled, he didn't run away as Fang Yan ordered, and at that time he activated the magic weapon of his body to the extreme, covering himself again, to resist this great power .

And the master of this power is also the master of the voice just now. In an instant, Fang Yan said to Daoist Hu: "Ren Daoist Hu, let go of your defenses and let him in."

Since it was a dead end, Fang Yan didn't worry about causing another trouble at all. Just a few words later, Fang Yan already realized that the master of this power and the devil were not dealing with it.

Daoist Hu didn't know what the dialect meant, but he didn't object. Daoist Hu could guess the current situation of the dialect. When he heard the dialect's order, he had a flash of inspiration, and the Star Burial Robe put away its power , Hiding his figure, for a moment, the dialect door was opened, allowing this power to invade.

Looking at the sea of ​​consciousness again, there have been earth-shaking changes, more thunder lights separated from the torrent, merged into the previously condensed thunder light formation, and killed the demon head cage, and have always disdained to use these thunder lights in dialect The demon leader who killed was no longer as relaxed and freehand as before, black mist billowed all over his body, and streams of magical power kept flashing, resisting the thunder and light formation that filled the sky.

Dialect's sea of ​​consciousness has become a fighting field, but as the master, Dialect is no longer on the side of fighting, and has almost become a spectator, watching unknown monks urging the thunder and light formation to surround and kill the devil.

Seeing such a scene, Fang Yan suddenly thought of it, he can also control the thunder light in this way, he has been controlling the water of thunder light to kill the devil before, the effect is not good, on the contrary, it has damaged his sea consciousness barrier a lot At least, if you condense a set of Dawu sword array formed by thunder light, the lethality will be more than a hundred times stronger in no time. You know, back then, it was only a set of thunder sword at the level of treasure, and dialect could spur out a sword that was close to the top-grade spirit weapon. bombardment.

It's not too late to find out at this time, this unknown cultivator does not know what the origin is, at least he is standing with himself now, killing the devil, seeing that most of the thunder light in the sea of ​​consciousness has merged into the great thunder light array In the middle, the dialect urges the source of thunder that has just stopped, and reintroduces the endless thunder light from the sea of ​​thunder light outside into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Not only did he add Lei Guang to the unknown fellow Taoist, Fang Yan also began to try to control some of it, trying to condense a set of Lei Guang Da Wu sword array.

(End of this chapter)