Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 592 Handling
I don't know how long it took before Fang Yan finally woke up and turned around. It seemed that he was too tired before. After waking up, Fang Yan looked around in a daze. Ripple around.

Star burial robe?After a pause, Fang Yan suddenly realized something. He didn't talk to the inexplicably surprised Hu Daoist, and immediately swept his spiritual consciousness into his own sea of ​​consciousness. After scanning for a week, he finally calmed down. At this moment, everything has disappeared, and the sea of ​​consciousness is the same as before except for the sky filled with thunder, but these thunder lights are not restrained, and they will also hurt their sea of ​​consciousness. The lightning control formed a torrent of lightning water hovering in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

"Haha, I'm still alive." A joyful cry came out, and the hidden danger in my sea of ​​consciousness was finally cleared. Although there were many coincidences, it was still successful after all.

"Dialect, are you okay?" Hearing the exclamation of the dialect, Hu Daoist heard the joy of the dialect, and immediately summoned and asked, a monk of the late Nascent Soul had been in a coma for more than ten days without a trace of consciousness, even Hu Daoist didn't respond to the message from his spiritual consciousness, which made Taoist Hu very worried for a while, but fortunately, the breath of dialect was not extinguished, and he finally woke up.

"That's right, I'm fine, I'm completely fine, thanks to you for this period of time." Fang Yan didn't know how long he had been asleep, but seeing the posture in front of Daoren Hu, Fang Yan also felt that there should be a lot of fights during this period of time, Daoren Hu His aura is obviously much weaker, and it seems that the power of the stars is not small.

"It's nothing, as long as you recover, everything will be fine. Dialect, now that the devil is gone, shouldn't we consider going to the sect?" Taoist Hu didn't care too much about his own gains and losses. It was indeed as he said, Dialect He didn't mean the slightest bit of meanness to his spiritual body, as long as the dialect didn't hinder him, the mere power of the stars was nothing.

"Well, I promised you at the beginning. I will go to the Tianxingzong after Luo Leiyuan's incident. It was because of the devil in the sea of ​​consciousness, and now Daoist Hu mentioned it again, and the dialect no longer evaded it.

"It should be, you are wearing a lot now, and it is time to recover for a period of time. Although this experience is extremely dangerous, but now that you have passed it, it is a blessing rather than a curse. As long as you settle down for a while, you will be able to improve your cultivation. Unknown."

Daoist Hu understands the choice of dialect very well. Although his cultivation level is not much different from that of the dialect, he has experienced a lot more. Although the dialect has not told the Taoist Hu in detail about the incident, it is only the devil that the dialect mentioned earlier. , and the mysterious coercion that the Taoist Hu personally felt later, was enough to make the Taoist Hu feel that the matter was no small matter.

Under such a battle with such characters, Dialect was actually safe and sound, only exhausted and lethargic for more than ten days, a miracle among miracles, the current dialect really needs to be cultivated in seclusion for a period of time, it is cultivation and enlightenment, the mysterious monk and the devil are amazing Existence, every move of such a high-level person may benefit Fangyan a lot. For Hu Taoists, the stronger the master of dialect, the better.

After exchanging a few words with Taoist Hu, Dialect recaptured many things in the Star Burial Robe, where they should be placed, and then put away the Star Burial Robe, urging the Lei Li Ling Armor to wrap himself To protect him, he swallowed two more pills for a little supplement, then urged his body to flee towards the periphery of Luo Lei Yuan. If it had been before, Fang Yan would naturally be willing to continue to retreat and practice in this Luo Lei Yuan. The surrounding thunder light is natural to Fang Yan However, after seeing the power of the mysterious monk, he was able to easily invade his own sea of ​​consciousness. Most importantly, that person's manipulation of the thunder light far surpassed his own. Dialect had to be careful, although he didn't know that What is the origin of the mysterious monk, but the dialect guesses that it is more likely to be in the depths of Luo Leiyuan. If you want to retreat and practice, it is better to stay away from here.

A few hours later, a figure appeared on a mountain a million miles away from Luo Lei Yuan. After putting away his escape method and looking around for a while, the figure fled into the mountainside with a dodge, and several words came out. After the faint fluctuations, the mountains returned to calm. Not long after, a faint starlight flashed among the earth and rocks in the mountains, but it was the pure power of stars. It was only in the earth and rocks that it was extremely difficult to find such a thing unless there was someone with a spiritual sense outside the mountains. Faint fluctuations.

This figure who opened a cave on the mountain and absorbed the power of the stars is naturally a dialect from Luoleiyuan. After tidying up the cave, the first thing to do is to absorb the power of the stars, not for self-cultivation, but to supplement Hu Taoist In the ancient battlefield, Hu Daoren's strength is even more important than himself. After all, the high-grade spiritual weapon of the star burial robe is the biggest reliance for dialect to dare to go deep into the ancient battlefield.

"Hu Taoist, you need to recover first, and then you need to defend the surroundings." Half a day later, Fang Yan handed over the power of the stars he had just absorbed to Hu Taoist, and then he dodged into the depths of the Senran Scroll.

In terms of defense, the scroll may not be as good as the star burial robe, and the time flow rate in the deepest part is not much different from the star burial robe, but this is an ancient battlefield, no matter how strong the defense is, it still needs the most dangerous moment Only use it, otherwise the property will be exposed, and it can only be a way to bring disaster. Dialect has not stepped into the realm of cultivation, and he knew it very well when he was a teenager. When his own strength is insufficient, it is better to keep a low profile. The Senran scroll is also of a high grade, but after it is activated, it is difficult for even an ordinary distracted monk to detect it. As for the existence of the mysterious monk before, Dialect doesn't think about it.

After sitting down in the depths of his magic weapon, Fang Yan once again probed his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness. It was only a slight sweep before, but this time it is the real probe. The reason is that no matter how small a hidden danger is, it is a huge problem. It may not be a problem normally, but if I want to improve my cultivation in the future, I must ensure that there is no hidden danger in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After careful investigation, Dialect showed a faint joy. Although his sea of ​​consciousness was a little damaged, it expanded a lot more than before. A consummate monk is nothing more than that, and this is a blessing in disguise.

Dialect himself didn't even realize that after experiencing this life and death ordeal, his state of mind had inadvertently improved a lot. If in the past, he found such a situation in the sea of ​​knowledge, even the always calm dialect would definitely not only be slightly happy, but The current dialect is indeed just a touch of joy, as if these things should be obtained by themselves.

Unless you encounter barriers, as long as you practice diligently, you can always improve your cultivation level, but your state of mind cannot be improved by hard work. It needs comprehension and epiphany. For strength, it is more for refining the state of mind. Although the improvement of the state of mind cannot immediately improve the strength of the monks, it is what all monks want most. Cultivation base barriers, breaking through will be much more sure, but the biggest benefit of having a high state of mind is not these. A monk with a very high state of mind will seldom go crazy. This is why monks value the state of mind so much the root of it.

Fang Yan didn't think about these things at the moment, but was just checking his body. After checking for a long time, he finally confirmed that his soul and sea of ​​consciousness were fine. , and turned towards the torrent of thunder and light.

As for the fight between the mysterious monk and the devil, Dialect naturally needs to reflect carefully, but before that, he has to deal with the thunder and light in the sea of ​​consciousness, and let them stay in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he needs to control it from time to time , otherwise it will damage your own sea of ​​consciousness.

The easiest way is of course to throw them out directly. If it is just the lightning introduced by the dialect, the dialect will do so without hesitation. Those lightnings are not worth the effort to collect them, but it is different now, there are still some leftovers in these lightnings. These thunder auras are not only considerable in quantity, but also much more condensed than the evil warding thunder that Fang Yan collected himself. How could Fang Yan give up the benefits of being so handy.

Dialect was about to mobilize his mana to collect the aura of thunder, when he suddenly discovered that there was a different aura wrapped in the rolling thunder. A pair of dark armor looked like a troll, and he was holding a spear in his hand, which turned out to be a magic weapon of the demon clan. Fang Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then thought that it was something left by the devil, and the magic treasure left by the devil must be of high rank, but Fang Yan was not interested in collecting it for sacrifices, and he did not find it after searching. After there was something strange in it, I threw it into the Qiankun Pot and ignored it, and then the lightning fluctuations on Dialect's body flashed, and the torrent of thunder light in the sea of ​​consciousness was separated by Dialect, and there was a breath of thunder in it, followed by a Dao hand The tactic was played, and the dialect began to collect the thunder from it.

(End of this chapter)