Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 591 Remaining life after catastrophe
The soul has already escaped into the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness. Dialect's consciousness is only staring at the black mist-rolling devil and the formation of thousands of thunder lights around him. Conscious of the stability of the sea, and preparing for the shocking fluctuations that may erupt at any time, this is the only thing dialect can do at this moment.

Before, Dialect had already developed a will to die, but now it is abnormally calm. The situation that was originally a mortal situation has brought some hope, but it seems that all kinds of methods can only seek peace of mind, and Dialect has no confidence in how much effect it will have.

The dialect didn't wait for too long, but after a few breaths, the mysterious monk who saw that his thunder light array could not kill the devil spoke again: "Sure enough, there is some support, the gun order armor, but it's just this armor. , you will not escape being destroyed today, refining you can also restore my soul to a certain extent, Wan Lei kills."

Suddenly, the formation of Wan Dao Lei Guang flashed, and it was no longer as meek as before, but suddenly became much faster. A murderous aura flashed immediately, and there was a muffled rumbling sound, and it rushed towards the black mist, suddenly increasing The power of the attack seemed to break the evenly matched strength just now, and in an instant, thunderbolts blasted into the depths of the black mist.

The dialect was startled when he heard the sound, he was no stranger to this suddenly changing thunder light, and he had seen the will flashing out of it before, is this thunder calamity?In my own sea of ​​consciousness, there is actually the meaning of distraction and catastrophe. Although the scale is much smaller, the breath in it is clearly the breath that only exists in distraction catastrophe. What kind of method is this?
"This is your trump card? A mere divine thought is transformed by thunder, that's all, the magic lotus appears." In an instant, many low-level monsters were killed by the thunderbolt, but the devil didn't care. He didn't take a slow look at the changes in the surrounding lightning, but the sudden increase in power after the change did not surprise the devil at all, on the contrary, he showed a bit of self-confidence and domineering air. The black mist also fluctuated, and a pitch-black lotus flower gradually revealed its figure. With the appearance of this black lotus, the thunder that was rushing in was scattered in an instant.

"Ah? Demon Venerable Clone Lotus, you are actually a Demon Venerable Clone?" Seeing the black lotus that suddenly appeared, the mysterious cultivator exclaimed, but this time it wasn't an act of mystery, even the dialect could hear the exclamation There is also a little bit of fear mixed in, Mozun?Dialect once went to the Black Demon Realm, and heard that there are three great Demon Lords in the Dark Demon Realm. At the beginning, Dialect only knew that the Demon Emperor was the existence beyond the Nascent Soul. Great monks are equal, so wouldn't the higher-level Demon Lord surpass the existence of distraction?The mysterious cultivator actually called this devil the clone of the Demon Lord. Could it be that there is actually a clone of the Demon Lord in his sea of ​​consciousness?

"Even if you have some knowledge, garbage is still garbage, even if it is condensed ten thousand times, it is still garbage." The devil did not deny it, but just urged the black mist around him, still pouring into the black lotus that has not yet fully formed, billowing black mist It keeps shrinking, but the power of the black lotus is constantly strengthening, and the thunder light that could have blasted through the defense has no effect at all.

"If it's a magic lotus that has already formed, I really can't break it, but your current magic lotus is obviously far from solidified, and it's too early to be proud." The mysterious monk who was slightly frightened before regained his composure, Said slowly.

While the mysterious monk was speaking, Fang Yan suddenly found that he had regained the control of the massive thunder light in the sea of ​​consciousness. After the thunder light dispersed, several auras that were more familiar to the dialect were revealed. Those thunderbolts in front of me did not know how many times stronger and more condensed, and the coercion of the mysterious monk also disappeared at this moment.

These thunderbolts flashed out, and they shot towards Heilian without any hesitation, but it was the devil's turn to exclaim: "You actually controlled the tribulation thunder? You actually want to damage your own spiritual sense? Fuck, why? There are always such monks who harm others and benefit themselves." After two surprises, this demon leader who was most likely to be a clone of a certain Demon Lord unexpectedly burst into curses.

Under the attention of the dialect's spiritual consciousness, several extremely condensed thunderbolts attacked Hei Lian in unison, and suddenly exploded amidst the curses of the demon head. Within the small area where the black lotus is, there is already a power beyond the ordinary distraction catastrophe.

Shocked, Dialect didn't care about the outcome of the devil, and immediately pushed all his methods to the extreme. This was in his own sea of ​​consciousness. With such a powerful bombardment, he might have to kill the devil before he could. He was dead, and he still had a bit of luck before, but now he encountered a catastrophe of distraction and exploded directly in the sea of ​​consciousness. No matter how condensed his soul was, he couldn't stand such a fierce bombardment.

The wave of bang and burst came out, and the sea of ​​consciousness was riddled with holes in an instant. Before Fang Yan had time to feel the pain that penetrated into the depths of his soul, the wave had already rushed to the place where his soul was.

The dialect who felt this wave of fluctuations was already prepared for the fall of his body. This wave of fluctuations was enough to destroy his body and soul.

However, if the devil can be killed, the current result is enough to satisfy the dialect, that is, the body and soul are destroyed, as long as the Nascent Soul is still there, at worst, he chooses the Nascent Soul to escape, just like the elder brother Xingwu and his brother Xingwu. Danyangzi is like an old man, and he is willing to take the path of spiritual cultivation in the end. If others are in such a situation, there is absolutely no such possibility, but the dialect is different. With the protection of the top-grade spiritual weapon of the Star Burial Robe, no matter how fragile the Nascent Soul is, There is also a chance to escape from this place. Before, because of the devil, Fang Yan didn't dare to have such an idea at all, but now there is an opportunity.

Almost in an instant, Fang Yan made a decision, intending to escape his Nascent Soul body into the Star Burial Robe, no matter how badly damaged, there is always a possibility of recovery, but Fang Yan has not yet acted, suddenly found a A familiar wave flashed out, and the power of his universe pot unexpectedly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. A ray of five-color light appeared in front of the soul in an instant, covering the soul first, and then slowly flowed outward, the dialect stopped immediately All preparations.

The Qiankun Pot, at the most critical moment, the Qiankun Pot, which was placed high hopes by the dialect, finally flashed a trace of power at this moment. It did not kill the demon, nor did it disperse the thunder. Walking in the sea of ​​consciousness of dialect, wherever he went, Fang Yan could feel his severely damaged sea of ​​consciousness recover immediately, which was a bit more comfortable than before.

The thunderstorm was still fierce, and the black mist billowing from the devil was still there, but dialect could no longer give up. As long as his body was not destroyed and his soul was not hurt, he couldn't say who would be the real winner in the end.

After a few breaths, Fang Yan watched the five-color light flashing away. At this time, this magic weapon of his was not controlled by Fang Yan at all. Dialect just didn't care. It disappeared in time, and the black lotus condensed by the demon head disappeared in the thunderstorm just now, leaving only a small cloud of black mist still rolling there, but it did not regain its previous momentum. The activated thunder light scattered all over the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

"Haha, so what if it's self-injury." Suddenly, the arrogant laugh of the devil in the black mist came out again. surprise.

It's just how the dialect will make the devil go as he wants. Although it is not clear how much the devil has been damaged, now is undoubtedly the best opportunity for him to attack him. He has never been polite to the enemy's dialect, and the devil is still laughing wildly , the dialect has already urged the rolling thunder light to regroup into a torrent to attack and kill the devil. The reason why he didn't just use his condensed evil spirit and thunder light is because just now, dialect found out that he was staying in the sea of ​​consciousness. In the thunder light in the sky, there is the thunderous aura left by the mysterious monk before.

"Ah? How is it possible? How can a Nascent Soul cultivator be killed by the thunderbolt without damaging the sea of ​​consciousness." It wasn't until the lightning torrent hit him that the devil seemed to realize that the dialect that was supposed to be wiped out was still alive. Not only was he alive, but at this moment he was urging Lei Guang to attack him again, and he was slightly surprised.

Even though the strength of this monster has been greatly weakened, it is still not something that can be easily wiped out by dialects. The torrent of thunder and light is urging it to wash away at this monster. It has been half an hour, and the monster has become weaker except for his aura. was killed.

"Fellow Daoist, how about I send the heart demon oath to become your servant? A servant like me will not be second in the entire Dark Demon Realm. I can help you fight and kill, even if you unify the entire monk world. Let's talk again."

At the beginning, the devil didn't care about dialect, but unexpectedly the dialect is still the same now, but the thunder torrent is no longer the previous thunder torrent, and his devil is not the previous devil. At this moment, however, the strengths are reciprocal, and the low-strength dialect has gained the upper hand. The devil is worthy of being a devil. The devil who fought the mysterious monk before has just discovered that the current dialect is actually endangering his life. Swearing again and again is to make the dialect stop.

If he had just stepped into the world of comprehension or the world of black demons, Fang Yan might still be moved by being able to recruit such a high-ranking subordinate, but now dialect is no longer a rookie in cultivation, even if he vows to be a demon, he also needs strength to Backing, listening to the devil's continuous words, the dialect didn't answer a word, just urging the torrent of thunder light mixed with the thunderous breath over and over again to keep washing away, but he was muttering in his heart: "It's better to die to make me feel more at ease."

"My majestic Heiyan Demon Venerable will die at the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator." After ten hours, ten hours in succession, with the roar of the devil's unwillingness, the black mist finally dissipated, exhausted The dialect Dang even passed out and lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)