Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 72 Puppet Man
Thirteen days passed, and in the entire cave, except for the forbidden places, all the maturity was collected by the dialect, and the low-level ones that could be refined were refined into pills, and the dialects that were not needed were put away first, and the harvest was not small. , there are thousands of bottles of first-grade and second-grade elixir, but there are only a hundred or so jade bottles in dialect. Later, they couldn't just put them all in their wine pot. Now dialect feels that this wine pot is a treasure, at least put something It can hold a lot, except that it is not very convenient to use, it is much more than what is packed in your own Qiankun bag.

With the continuous refining and the concentration of aura here, Fang Yan felt that he was only a little bit short of breaking through to the eleventh floor.

Ji Feng over there tried countless methods for more than ten days, but he still couldn't find the way to the palace in the sky, so he was not discouraged and continued to think of ways.

Dialect walked to the adjacent spiritual field, and tried to touch the bamboo wall again, but he couldn't touch it at all, only a white stone pillar erected next to the entrance could be touched. After studying the dialect for a long time, he thought he wanted to enter the spiritual field , this stone pillar should be the key.

An ordinary white stone pillar is not a rare material, it is ordinary white jade, and it has not even been broken. The surface is rough and uneven, only one side is slightly smooth, and there are a few shallow holes on it. After going around a few times, his eyes were fixed on these shallow pits, and his right hand rubbed them.

Trying to input mana into the stone pillar, there was no reaction at all. Dialect didn't feel the existence of a formation, but there was a restriction in front of him. Dialect didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Brother Fang, do you have a pill to replenish your spiritual consciousness? Damn, this restriction is really difficult." Ji Feng, who has always been good-tempered, seems to be a little irritable. He hasn't made any progress for so long, and anyone will do the same of.

"Nursing God Pill? No, Brother Ji will continue." Fang Yan stretched out his hand and threw a jade box to Ji Feng, and the success rate of Yangshen Pill has also greatly increased. This is also Fang Yan's most valuable batch of pills. When the Foundation Establishment Pill appeared, it was replaced with spirit stones to bid for the auction, but unexpectedly, there was not a single Foundation Establishment Pill for more than a year, and Fang Yan carried several with him. Ji Fengken brought himself to this cave, and Fang Yan Naturally, he was not stingy with medicine pills.

Ji Feng consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness in the past few days, after swallowing the Yangshen pill, he sat down cross-legged and began to refine the pill.

A light suddenly flashed in Fang Yan's heart, pill?
Fang Yan returned to the white stone pillar, carefully observed the small pits, and then went to the entrances of other spiritual fields. There were also similar dents, but the number was more or less.

In order to verify his guess, Fang Yan took out three Lingyuan Pills and put them in the dent of the white stone pillar in front of him. No response?The dialect changed a stone pillar, but there was still no response.

During the fourth test, Fang Yan was pleasantly surprised. The six pills he put into the dent were absorbed by the stone pillar. No, nothing happened except that six pills were swallowed for no reason.

Fang Yan slowly approached the stone pillar, no different from before, Fang Yan tried to put the Lingyuan Pill into the last stone pillar again, but there was no reaction at all.

Standing in front of the only white stone pillar that responded, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and put in another six pills, which were swallowed up again just like last time. The Lingyuan Dan was swallowed by the stone pillar, but there was still no movement.

Dialect lowered his head and thought, do we need other medicines?
Dialect changed to Qingxin Pill, but it was also swallowed, but there was still no reaction. No matter how advanced the second-grade and third-grade pills were, Fang Yan was still a little bit reluctant for a while.

Just when dialect habitually put in another six pills, dialect, who had lost all hope, suddenly felt a slight change in the stone pillar, which seemed to flicker.

Fang Yan rubbed his eyes and looked again, but found that it had disappeared. Thinking carefully about the last action just now, Fang Yan seemed to understand. He reached out and took out a bottle of Lingyuan Pill, poured all the pills on the palm of his hand, and picked out six top-quality pills. The Lingyuan Dan came and carefully put it into the dent.

A white light flashed from the stone pillar, and a man in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yan's eyes, and a voice sounded: "Please show the pass."

Dialect looked at the man in front of him, and he was sure that the voice came from him, but his mouth didn't move at all, and Fang Yan couldn't find any passthrough.

After the man finished speaking, he stood there motionless. Dialect felt something was wrong. The man's cultivation level could not be detected in dialect. It seemed that there was no mana in his body at all.

"Brother Daoist, may I ask how to address you?"

"Please show the pass." The man repeated what he had just said.

Fang Yan finally realized that this man didn't look like a living person at all, but like a mechanical puppet. Just when Fang Yan was about to go up to talk to him again, a strange light flashed on the man's body. Fang Yan saw this situation, He stopped, and his consciousness kept staring at him. The man who had no mana suddenly had vigorous mana fluctuations, huh?The first stage of Qi refining, the middle stage, and the advanced stage soon rose to the foundation building stage.

Fang Yan didn't know the danger yet, he stepped back and shouted, "Brother Ji, hurry up and help."

These days, Ji Feng has not paid attention to what dialect does. Every time he sees dialect, he is doing alchemy. He knows that dialect is a good alchemist, and he also discovered the spiritual field here, but the palace in the sky is in front of him. Thinking about checking the Lingtian, Ji Feng, who was refining Yangshen Pill, suddenly heard the call of the dialect, and at the same time felt a strong aura in his consciousness, turned his head and found the man who had already handed over the dialect.

Nine out of ten dialects can be confirmed. This person in front of him is not a real monk. He has seen a lot of Foundation Establishment monks. In terms of aura and cultivation, this person in front of him is stronger than everyone he has seen, but his attack power is far inferior to Every movement of the few people I have fought against seems to be a fixed routine, just a few times back and forth, but although this person's movements are simple, their power is not small.

Dialect thinks that his body is not inferior to the cultivator who established the foundation, but compared with the person in front of him, he is much worse. At the beginning, Fang Yan did not retreat in time, and stabbed the shoulder of the incoming man with the green fire bird, but it had no effect , like the feeling of a wooden sword piercing steel.

And the opponent doesn't have any magic weapon, just a pair of fists, but the wind of the fist sweeps over Dialect, and he can feel the tremendous power. If he hits the fist, no matter how confident Dialect is in his body, he will probably be seriously injured. Fang Yan knew that he was far from the other party's opponent, and his spell attack had no effect on the other party's body, even if it was mixed with Lihuo's attack, it was the same. As far as body was concerned, this man was no worse than the golden core monk.

The attack was fruitless, so Dialect had no choice but to step on the butterfly dance step, dodge the man's attack left and right, and at the same time release the queen bee beast Xiao Hei, but Xiao Hei's attack seemed to have no effect, it only had a harassing effect.Fortunately, soon, Fang Yan saw Ji Feng coming.

Ji Feng had no time to worry about where the man came from, he leaped hundreds of meters in a single leap, and arrived not far from Fang Yan, his consciousness swept across the man in front of him, and he couldn't help being shocked, Fang Yan didn't know the man's cultivation level in front of him, Ji Feng Feng Ke could tell at a glance that this person's cultivation base had reached the state of foundation establishment Dzogchen.But the strange thing is that this person seems a little dull, and he is not proficient in using spells. Most of the time, he just fights with dialects with his tyrannical body. Is it physical training?

"Brother Fang, I'll help you."

"Brother Ji, this person is strange, he doesn't seem to be a monk, his movements are very mechanical, he is probably a puppet."

Hearing the dialect's words, Ji Feng came to a sudden, no wonder he felt so weird, he didn't think about the puppet at all, but who is the monk who can refine the puppet of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen? It's in someone's cave.

Since it is a puppet, or a puppet of physical training, Ji Feng is not in a hurry. Although the dialect is far behind in terms of cultivation, but he urged a treasure, just dodges, and the Queen Bee is helping him, so for a while Not losing the wind, Ji Feng was not afraid that the man would hear it, he shouted loudly: "Brother Fang, I will set up a formation here, and you will lead it over later."

"Okay." While dodging, Fang Yan glanced at Ji Feng's movements, and soon, a simple formation was set up, Fang Yan flicked left and right a few times, and wanted to lead the man into the formation.

What Fangyan Jifeng didn't expect was that the man stopped after following the dialect for a while.Dialect tried to go back, but just after taking a few steps, the man moved again, and when he stepped back, he stopped there again.

After trial and error, dialect Ji Fengdu discovered that the man's range of activities was limited, within a twenty-foot semicircle centered on the stone pillar at the entrance to Lingtian, as long as he exited this range, the man would retreat to the stone pillar and remain still.

There is no danger for a while, but it is impossible to stay there and arrange the formation.

(End of this chapter)