Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 719
Originally, the dialect just wanted to gain some time for himself to urge the Wings of Thunder Dun, leaving behind that faint wave of door fluctuations was just because he remembered what happened when the two Luo Chi were on that remote cultivation planet. With this magic weapon, he plotted against Jun Jue's master and apprentice.

On a whim, Dialect, who was exhausted, also wanted to try it casually. For these few distracted monks who wanted to kill him, Dialect also had the heart to kill, especially Xiang Fei, who was from the same sect.

Sensing the escape of two distracted cultivators in Cangyun City through the array, the exhausted dialect restrained his breath and urged his magic weapon with all his strength, but he didn't sense the appearance of Long Xian, let alone thought that it was him The moment he was about to put away the portal of the magic weapon, Taoist Xiang Fei still escaped into it.

Today's dialect is not comparable to that of Luo Chi back then. Needless to say, his cultivation base, the control dialect of the Senran Scroll is far superior to that of Luo Chi back then. The dialect of the prohibition formation in the main hall can be manipulated at will, but if it encounters a strong bombardment, the dialect will also be affected. The original plan of the dialect is to introduce the incoming distracted monks into the depths of the magic weapon space, and then activate the power of the magic weapon. Send them out, just like in the depths of the starry sky.

But I didn't expect that the final result would be the most ideal one in the dialect's vision. Only one came in, and he was the most hated Taoist Xiang Fei in the dialect's heart. The dialect had no intention of sending him away easily. Facing a distracted As an early stage monk, Dialect still has the confidence to fight the opponent. Although Dialect is already exhausted at the moment, he is now within his own magic weapon.

It's just that the strength of the distracted monks of the Tianxingzong is far superior to the two Cangyun City. Facing Xiang Fei's continuous bombardment, the already exhausted dialect is almost unable to hold on. After all, it still survived.

You know, the higher the cultivation level, the more precious the blood essence of life is. A drop of blood essence for a Qi refining monk can be restored to its original state in ten or eight days, and it only takes a few months to build a golden pill. , only one step away is distraction, and if you lose a drop of blood, you have a high-level spiritual grass pill, which cannot be restored to its original state without tens or hundreds of years, but compared with a big monk who is distracted, it is a loss of a drop. It's worth it, let alone a person who wants to kill himself.

Nearly a month passed in the blink of an eye in the magic weapon space. It didn’t take so long, but during the period, Xiang Fei bombarded the forbidden space barrier again several times, and Fang Yan had to stop practicing to deal with him. But later, it seemed that Xiang Fei I also noticed that the effect of my own bombardment was getting worse and worse. At the beginning, I could still feel that the restraint was loosened by the bombardment, but later it became more and more difficult. Finally, I stopped the bombardment and sat cross-legged in the space. Think of other ways, but the dialect doesn't care about him.

"Taiyu, Changhui, rest well, let's go." On this day, Taiyu and Changhui, who were sitting cross-legged to activate the exercises, suddenly heard a familiar voice. When they opened their eyes, they found that they had returned to the sky. In the cloud mountain range, it's just not the mountain depression that day.

"Brother Fang Yan? Are you injured?" Taoist Taiyu asked nervously, seeing that although Fang Yan's spiritual consciousness and mana were perfect, his expression continued to show signs of fatigue.

"It's okay, it will get better after a while." Fang Yan's fatigue is naturally due to the loss of essence and blood, but this cannot be recovered in a short time.

Tai Yu didn't ask any more about this matter, but instead asked: "Brother Fang Yan, is Taoist Xiang Fei really true?"

"There is no need to mention this matter. After you go back to the sect, you two just pretend that you don't know anything." Dialect still didn't go into details, but just warned the two of them.

Taoist Chang Hui of Taiyu heard the implication of the dialect. He had already met Xiang Fei that day, but let the two of them ignore him after returning to the sect. Does that mean that Xiang Fei will no longer be a threat?Thinking of this, Taoist Taiyu and Taoist Changhui both had complex expressions on their faces, excited, admiring, shocked, and admiring. They couldn't cover it all in one word. As for where Xiang Fei went, they didn't care much about it. It is not an exaggeration to harm the same family. The two who walked with Fang Yan all the way naturally knew that even if Fang Yan really killed Xiang Fei, there would be no problem. In the final analysis, Fang Yan was just self-defense.

"Don't look at me like that, it's just a coincidence, do you want to go to the depths of the Land of Hundred Fragrances?" Fang Yan waved his hand and said, what was originally decided, after this experience, Fang Yan still wanted to ask the two of them. Opinion, after all, it provoked the distracted monk, and the dialect is not afraid, which does not mean that others are not afraid.

"Everything is decided by senior brother." Taiyu and Changhui said in unison, nodded in dialect, and did not shirk. After a little thought, they said slowly: "I noticed that two distracted monks in Cangyun City fled away that day. He won't come to provoke us again, so don't worry, but they actually chose to chase from Cangyun City to the depths of Cangyun Mountain Range. It seems that Chang Hui does have something they want very much. After entering the depths of Baixiang Land, he must Be careful and don't be careless."

"Yes." The Taiyu and Changhui replied at the same time. A Nascent Soul monk who can lead them to survive the siege of a crowd of distracting monks, and may even kill the distracting monks, is enough for them to obey. everything.

"Okay, then let's go now. After this matter is over, the two of you should stay in the sect for a while. After all, you have to rely on your own strength to come out to practice. It's impossible to have someone take care of you every time."

"Thank you, brother. Brother Taiyu said the same thing before. After this incident, I will retreat. I won't come out until the Nascent Soul Dzogchen." Chang Hui, who rarely spoke, seemed to be deeply impressed by the lesson this time. Realized the importance of strength.

"That's right." Dialect spoke while urging the Wings of Thunder Dungeon. Naturally, he made such a choice because he was worried about meeting some distracted cultivators again.

After entering the depths of the Land of Hundred Fragrances, the dialect stopped urging the Thunder Escape technique, and let Tai Yu and Changhui urge the flying boat to move forward. Once the Thunder Escape technique is dazzling, it is easy to attract the attention of others. There are many spirits, and high-level ones also appear from time to time. In fact, the real overlords of the land of Baixiang are these plant spirits. Although most of the plant spirits are docile and generally do not fight with others, it is inevitable that they have the body of blood vines. For such a bloodthirsty person, it would be a bit uneconomical if the Thunder Dunk Cultivation Technique attracts the attention of the other party and affects the cracking of the formation. Secondly, this is a well-known place rich in spiritual grass in the Xuanlan Domain , Dialect also has the intention to wander around in the Land of Hundred Fragrances, even though the aura in the earth-type portals is not as good as before, but it is still possible to cultivate one or two high-level spiritual grasses.

Along the way, Dialect was a little disappointed. There were a lot of spiritual herbs. The Land of Hundred Fragrances lived up to its name, but there were large tracts of spiritual herbs appearing hundreds of miles away, but the grades were not very good.

Seeing the disappointment in Fang Yan's eyes, Taoist Chang Hui said: "Brother Fang Yan, if you want to get high-level spiritual grass, you have to go deeper into the Land of Hundred Fragrances, but most of the companion monsters there are above the seventh level, so you have to be distracted." Strength is the only way to get in, the two of us can't do it, if senior brother is interested, you can go and have a look."

"Let's talk about it in the future. Let's go to your formation first. Didn't you say that there are also seventh-level monster guards there? Let's see what kind of spirit it is. It won't be too bad if you think about it." Dialect also understood his own Mistake, he said immediately, and after he finished speaking, he stopped looking outside the flying boat and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"Senior brother, we're here." After an unknown amount of time, Taoist Taiyu's calling sounded in Fangyan's ears.

Dialect, who opened his eyes, saw the two juniors controlling the flying boat hovering over a sea of ​​flowers, but just swept by their consciousness, there was no fluctuation of the formation in the whole sea of ​​flowers, and there was no mystery, it was Gao There is not a single spiritual grass of higher grades, it is simply an ordinary place with lush flowers and plants.

"Is this the sea of ​​flowers you are talking about?" Fang Yan turned his head and asked the two juniors behind him.

"Yes, Brother Dialect, but nothing can be found right now. It will take a certain period of time to sense some fluctuations. We have to wait another four days." Chang Hui immediately explained the reason.

"Oh? And this matter?" Dialect was somewhat interested.

(End of this chapter)