Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 621
Thinking in my heart, one rune after another kept condensing out, submerged in the restriction, and the dialect did not stop at all. No matter what the situation was, the purpose was to break the restriction and collect the body. I could hear the dialect in Xiyan's words just now. A distracted monk also valued the body of the spirit of vegetation, and didn't pay much attention to its condensed body.

It's just that this restriction is not only extremely thick, but also has long been integrated with the vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks in the entire valley. While dialects are constantly invading, one can feel a steady stream of spiritual energy pouring into the restriction from all directions. Fang Yan found one of the array eyes, and it was not an easy task to fully open it. After another two hours, Fang Yan swallowed a few more spirit pills, and finally there was a bang, a violent fluctuation came from below, and immediately A pathway appears before the dialect.

Aware of the passage that appeared, Dialect still did not stop, and continued to play a series of hand gestures. It was not until a quarter of an hour later, when he realized that the fluctuation of this passage had settled down, that he turned around and looked towards Xiyan.

The faint figure trapped in the bright starlight should have sensed the movements on the dialect side. At this moment, the momentum suddenly increased, and huge fluctuations erupted towards the surroundings. There were loud bangs accompanied by dazzling lights, and bursts of A burst of fluctuations spread out to the surroundings, but the surrounding starlight only faded slightly, but it returned to its original state in an instant.

Seeing such a scene, Fang Yan admired Xi Yan's methods a little bit. If he faced such a powerful body of condensed spirit, he could only avoid its edge, and he would definitely not be able to compete with it head-on. The technique forced him to be trapped in it. Although the powerful bombardment method was a bit inferior, but this siege technique alone was worthy of her name as a genius. It seemed that being single-minded also had its own unique benefits.

After recovering for a while, Fang Yan dodges past: "Senior Xiyan, Fang Yan is here to help you."

Before Xi Yan could speak to stop her, she saw that Fang Yan had already urged Jian Guang to kill the condensed body of the spirit of grass and trees.

When he got close, Fang Yan finally saw clearly the figure of the condensed body of the spirit of grass and trees. In the faint light, a lotus flashed from time to time, which was exactly the shape of the concentric lotus that Xi Yan said, and the shape of the condensed body of the spirit of grass and trees. The body is much worse than the intelligence of monsters. Many spirits of plants and trees that have just condensed have only instinctive self-defense emotions, and it is absolutely impossible to communicate even if they want to communicate. Unless they can be subdued with absolute strength, otherwise they can only kill them all the way.

This is the case with the spirit body of the concentric lotus in front of me. Except for the bloodthirsty air that is revealed from time to time, there is no other fluctuation of consciousness, which is far inferior to the body of the blood vine back then. Force does not stop shooting from the lotus, blasting towards the surrounding starlight, a few dark lines flashed on the lotus petals from time to time, and after flashing and extinguishing, there were waves of waves scattered, killing the surrounding stars block it.

Seeing such a situation, Fang Yan was secretly happy. Originally, he came to this place in the car, and Fang Yan didn't know anything else. He just planned to use the devil to test the effect of his 20 years of kung fu practice. Although he has not encountered a high-level devil now , but the power of this spirit of grass and trees is not weak, but it can just be tested.

With a determined dialect, he mobilized eighteen Dawu sword arrays and attacked the condensed body of the spirit of grass and trees.

Dialect once again surprised Xiyan. The dozens of low-grade spiritual weapons that he had sensed before showed no less than high-grade spiritual weapons in Dialect's hands, which was much stronger than the full power of the middle-grade spiritual weapons in his hands. In a few moments, Xiyan saw the mysterious connection between the dozen or so flying swords in front of Fang Yan. It was actually a sword array?
Xiyan feels more and more incredible about the dialect. It can be said that it is luck to have the star burial robe, and it can be said that it is the benefit of magic weapons to be able to urge the evil spirits to ward off lightning. Without a very high level of comprehension, it will not be so easy even after thousands of years of cultivation. Many distracted monks will definitely choose the same as Xiyan's choice when encountering such a restriction. Those who are a little prepared may use the help of the formation Awls, formation breaking talismans and other auxiliary means, but in the end, there is only a powerful bombardment. Although the attack strength may be higher, and it may be able to break through the restriction formation faster, but that is still overwhelming, but It is a means of breaking the formation that cannot compare with dialects of the same level of cultivation.

At this moment, the dialect actually revealed the power of the sword array blasting and killing, which is also a manifestation of real strength, and is no longer the benefit of a magic weapon. Perhaps it is not as good as other distracted monks, but it is not as good as many Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks. The comparison is not bad, Xiyan's own bombardment methods are not strong, of course there is no comparison, but only from the few bombardments just urged by the dialect, Xiyan knows that among the entire Tianxing Sect inner sect, there is a Nascent Soul that surpasses the dialect There will definitely not be many consummate monks.

Now the dialect is only at the late stage of the Nascent Soul, if one day he can reach the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, and even break through distraction like himself, what kind of power will he have, Xi Yan couldn't help flashing a thought.

Originally thought that it would take a long time to kill this condensed body, but now with the addition of dialects, Xi Yan knew that it would be much faster than she expected, and then she also increased her cultivation skills, the phantom star technique Although the bombardment is not strong enough, but the success is continuous, and the accumulation of less can make more. The most important thing is that it can disturb the spirit of the grass and trees and make the bombardment in dialect more effective. This is what Xiyan used to do.

Nearly an hour later, the aura of this spirit of grass and trees has dimmed a lot, and it is no longer as brave as before. According to Xi Yan's estimation, it may be able to kill it in another hour. Suddenly, Xi Yan His expression moved slightly, and after urging his spiritual consciousness to sense it carefully, his expression changed, and he said to Fangyan: "Fangyan, stop, the magic-detection formation has found the trace of a high-level demon, and he is flying towards us. Such fluctuations will soon attract their attention, and it will be difficult for my phantom star technique to trap two beings of the same level at the same time, so let's stop and recover for a while, and prepare to kill the devil."

"Huh? The devil? How long is it?" Fang Yan didn't stop, but only asked a question.

"If you hurry up, it will arrive in half an hour, and there will be more than one. You don't have to worry about the spirit of the grass and trees escaping. Its body is here. Just kill the devil, and then clean him up." Xiyan saw that the dialect was not She is willing to give up the spirit of plants and trees in front of her. In fact, she is willing to give up. Even if she is still in front of her eyes, as long as such a spirit is not in her hands, no one will easily feel at ease. It's just that the devil has attacked, and the two have already consumed a lot. You still need to recover before you can fight again, so you have to do it.

If a devil really appears, I am afraid that other monks will be recruited. At that time, the spirit of the grass and trees below will not be divided between the two of us. The dialect immediately became clear, and then he shouted: "Half an hour? Enough, Xi Senior Yan, wait a moment, after I kill this spirit of vegetation, we will enter the restriction to recover."

Fang Yan's confident words came into Xiyan's ears, and then Xiyan saw an unbelievable scene. The bombardment that was already powerful enough before suddenly increased a little bit of power. Just now, Dialect didn't use his full strength?
How did Xiyan know that Dialect has been practicing her own Dawu Sword Formation. In the past, she had always used her full strength to bombard Dialect, but now she has learned to be flexible. Before, she practiced alone and figured out a lot of skills. I found a lot of areas that need improvement. In fact, the dialect has started its own continuous improvement in more than an hour.

Among the bewildered spirits of the Xiyan Phantom Star Art, after more than an hour of continuous battles, Fang Yan had already figured out the strength of this grass spirit. The real power of the Wujian Formation is slashing towards it.

Fighting against the dialect while resisting the phantom god technique of the surrounding starlight, it was already a stalemate, but now the power of the dialect sword array has suddenly increased, and the spirit of the grass and trees can't support it in a hurry, and the blasting rays of light no longer flash , only the dark lines on the lotus petals kept flashing, blocking the continuous bombardment of the Dawu Sword Formation.

It's just how long can such a defense last? Half a quarter of an hour later, in Xi Yan's surprised eyes, there was a miserable cry, and the light that was bombarded by the dialect suddenly shattered and scattered, revealing a ball of it, still in the shape of a lotus flower , the dark lines on the lotus petals are still there, but there is no previous breath, only a mass of pure energy remains.

Killed just like that?Xiyan still couldn't believe it, but the dialect had already put away this ball of pure energy and shouted: "Senior Xiyan, let's enter the restriction, first collect the body of the spirit of grass and trees, and then come out to deal with the devil. "

(End of this chapter)