Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 688 What a pity

"Fellow Soul Daoist, at this speed, the gap will be completely healed in a few hours, but it's a lot earlier." Zhan Emperor stretched out his divine sense and looked in the direction of Tongling Peak, and said loudly. said, with a sense of relief in his tone.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it. Fortunately, there hasn't been a trace of real devil's aura leaked recently, and there are no high-level devils coming. It is estimated that several fellow Taoists are coming soon, but let them It's a waste of time." Soul Daoist wrote the hand formula in his hand, and after he finished speaking, he didn't forget to glance at Fang Yan, and saw that Fang Yan was still concentrating on urging the hand formula, his body was still full of thunder, but his face was gone. Horrified, he nodded involuntarily.

Soul Taoist has to admit that he still underestimated the role of dialects. The cracks that would have taken a month to heal, with the help of dialects, saved a full third of the time. Now just after 20 days, the cracks are only left. With a small rule, it can be completely sealed today, and there is no need to worry about the real devil's energy leaking out and attracting the attention of the demon king. It's just that the formation outside Tongling Peak has not fluctuated as before. I don't know if this kind of crack will be opened again if fluctuations reappear in the future.

The dialect who is still condensing the runes, but has other plans in his heart. After 20 days of non-stop observation, the dialect finally grasped the law of the appearance of the light on the mountain of flesh and blood. After repeated verifications, it is almost the same. What I have to consider now is whether I want to take the risk of probing my spiritual power into it to see what this ray of light is.

A few days ago, you could hesitate, but today it is at the last moment. If this crack is healed, even if you want to go deeper into it, you will not be able to do it. It seems that Qiankunhu has also sensed the urgency of the matter, although it is not like Ziling or Hu. The Taoist communicated with his spiritual consciousness like that, but Fang Yan felt a bit of anxiety coming from the Qiankun Pot in the past two days.

Looking into it through the remaining cracks, the dialect can sense that the negative atmosphere has accumulated again. According to the previously summarized rules, after a while, it will be the moment when the light flashes. If you miss it again this time, you will really miss it. It won't reappear within a few hours, and the crack will definitely be blocked by then.

"Do it." Fang Yan snorted inwardly, and then threw two elixir into his mouth. Although his mana and consciousness had not been consumed by more than half, after entering the crack, facing those chaotic breaths, who knows how much he would need to consume? Being able to get close to that ray of light, in fact, Dialect has no confidence in whether it can be touched.

The mountain of flesh and blood has such power just from the natural breath, and Fang Yan doesn't know what will happen to his spiritual power entering it. Even if it is only for a moment, it seems that he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, cannot resist it. Fortunately, with this large formation to resist, the most serious thing is to cut off the released consciousness. Although the loss is not small, it will not hurt the root cause. It is just a few months of self-cultivation and recovery. If you don't try it out, you will still be a little unwilling. If you don't expect to get anything, at least you need to find out what makes the Qiankun Pot move so quietly.

At the beginning, Fang Yan wondered if the soul Taoist really couldn't detect it, but these days, he confirmed that the soul Taoist was indeed as he expected, and after he couldn't detect the cracks like himself, Fang Yan noticed it several times. Soul Daoist's spiritual consciousness swept across the crack, and even made contact with his own spiritual consciousness, but it was just a sweep, without the slightest lingering movement.

Now that he has made a decision in his heart, Fang Yan doesn't think about it any more. At this moment, Fang Yan looks focused, carefully sensing the subtle fluctuations behind the crack, waiting for that fleeting opportunity.

Finally, Fang Yan's divine sense attached to the rune detected the chaotic breath behind the crack and trembled. At this moment, without any hesitation, the mana in Fang Yan's body suddenly flowed a little faster, and then the first divine sense stuck on the crack into it.

ah?Even if he was prepared, Fang Yan was still shocked in his heart. After entering the crack, his spiritual consciousness immediately touched the countless breaths, killing, blasphemy, violence, chaos, and evil. All kinds of breaths were like flies that saw blood. The spiritual consciousness surged over, and a wave of magic invaded it immediately. In an instant, Fang Yan realized that most of his spiritual consciousness had been polluted, and the shocked dialect did not stop, urging more spiritual power Entering it, he tried his best to go towards the top of the mountain of flesh and blood. What dialect needs to do now is to wait for the flash of light, and then scan the remaining spiritual consciousness.

As for the many auras attacking Fangyan along the divine consciousness, Fangyan ignored them. These magical auras were blocked by the big formation when they reached the cracks. Only a very small amount of magic passed through the cracks. In circulation, these days, I don't know how many traces of magic aura have been obliterated, this time it is a bit more, and Dialect is also sure that they will not damage their soul.

The words were complicated, but in fact, it was only in an instant, that ray of light flashed out as expected by the dialect, and at this moment, the spirit of the dialect had already felt tired, and his consciousness was polluted by many breaths, even in an instant, the dialect was a little overwhelmed, but this After the ray of light flashed, the pressure on the dialect suddenly lightened, and an ethereal aura swept across the consciousness, feeling indescribably comfortable. Is this the power of that ray?
A thought flashed in Fang Yan's mind, but his movements were not slow at all. Even if he urged his spiritual consciousness to sweep towards the mountain of flesh and blood, the ray of light would soon disappear. Look at this moment.

Suddenly a warning sign was born, and the squirming mountain of flesh and blood suddenly became more intense at this moment, and a breath suddenly burst out of it, heading straight for the dialect's spiritual consciousness.

what is this?The filthy power, which is a hundred times more violent than the chaotic breath before, swallowed a large part of Fang Yan's consciousness in an instant, and the dialect outside immediately fell into groggy. He didn't bother to investigate the light, and immediately took back his spiritual consciousness, but found that it was too late, and all the spiritual consciousness after he penetrated into the crack had been swallowed up, and there was nothing left.

The changes in Fang Yan couldn't be hidden from the two ancestors, Zhandi and Hun Taoist. Seeing the last moment, Fang Yan's body was once again thundering, but the two didn't say much. These days, they already knew that they had the evil spirit. Ray's dialect is strong enough to resist the invasion of magic.

"The devil really bullies the weak and fears the strong. These days, he has encountered dozens of demonic attacks, and you seem to have only had two." The relaxed Zhandi Chaohun said with a smile.

"Thinking about the real devil's aura, he also underestimated this junior, but a little bit of magic can't help him, but I don't know why such a magic leaked out, even if you and I can't find it at the crack. Find out the truth, but this should be the last time, the gap will be completely closed in less than half an hour, and I will find out in time if there are any fluctuations in the future, and it should not be as big as this time The cracks appeared." Soul Taoist said slowly.

"No, how could there be such a violent demonic attack? No, it's the aura of a real demon." Suddenly, the soul Taoist's expression tightened and he shouted in a low voice. , a defensive shield blocked in front of him.

"True demonic energy? That kid will suffer." Zhandi also noticed something was wrong, shouted loudly, and also activated the defensive skills, and the surging fighting spirit immediately filled the surroundings.

While speaking, traces of tiny and undetectable black lines appeared, and then they were divided into three and shot towards the soul Taoist Zhandi dialect.

The thunder light on Fang Yan was still flashing, but Zhan Emperor let out a voice of regret. The evil spirit thunder is the nemesis of the devil, but the dialect's cultivation is too low, and there are only a few of the evil spirit thunder. Maybe the previous magic can be wiped out. However, this ray of true demonic energy is not something that can be resisted by these evil spirit warding thunderbolts. Just when the two patriarchs thought that Fang Yan would be wiped out immediately, a starlight flashed on Fang Yan, and a magic robe suddenly He let out his might.

"A high-grade spiritual weapon? It's a pity, his cultivation base is still a bit low." Sensing this power, the soul Taoist and Zhandi both let out a sigh at the same time.

(End of this chapter)