Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 728 Witch Eighteen

In the next few months, the three brothers in dialect finally confirmed the fluctuation and the law of the appearance of the green ant beast. The fluctuation appeared once every half a month and lasted for half a month. Through the repetition of killing, refining, killing again, refining again, many green ant beasts were killed, and a lot of supreme spiritual energy was collected.

The dialect also knows that only the supreme spiritual energy of the king beast can satisfy the appetite of the Qiankun pot, not even the fifth-order green ant beast. These days, he himself has refined a lot, although it is still not as good as Taiyu Taoist Chang Hui and the two have grown by leaps and bounds, but they can also feel that the effect is obvious. When they have free time, they can feel the trajectory of the day and feel their own progress.

It's just that the thick and supreme aura still hasn't been collected. There were two times when it was close to the edge of success, but it was still mixed up by the many green ant beast kings who rushed there. However, with the continuous beheading, the effect seems to be gradually It appeared that the fifth-order king beasts didn't seem to be as dense as before. I don't know if they really killed their muscles or bones, or shocked the huge lethality of the three of them. The monsters are not willing to easily fight head-on. In that time, there were nearly two hundred king beasts killed by the three together, and nearly a thousand fifth-order green ant beasts.

On this day, it was another half a month, and the monsters dispersed again. There was no need to speak in dialects. Taiyu Taoist Chang Hui had already collected enough monsters, and then the fluctuations flashed, and the three of them entered the magic weapon space of the dialect again and disappeared. traced.

Fang Yan led two juniors to fight in the strange formation, but outside in the Land of Hundred Fragrances, it was the same as before, but since these days, a figure has been wandering around, as if searching for something.

This person is Daoist Long Xian, a great distracted cultivator from the inner sect of the Tianxing Sect. Several months have passed, and Taoist Xiang Fei is still missing. Daoist Long Xian is extremely anxious. , The news I got was that Taoist Xiang Fei did not go back to the sect. As for the matter of the natal Yuanshen card, Long Xian didn't ask clearly, but he guessed that it should be fine, otherwise the two senior brothers would not talk like that.

On that day, Daoist Xiang Fei followed several juniors into the wave portal, and then disappeared. If Xiang Fei fell, Long Xian would not have to be so concerned. The matter is related to him, but now Xiang Fei is just missing and can't be contacted. Although he doesn't believe that Xiang Fei, a monk who is distracted, will be counted by the monk Nascent Soul, he just thinks of the fierceness of the dialect. It was a burst of anxiety, Long Xian couldn't feel at ease if he didn't see Xiang Fei himself for a day.

Long Xian also insinuated and asked about the descendants of the Nascent Soul, but the news he received surprised him a bit. At least the dialect must not have fallen. With the genius of the dialect and the protection of the Sword Star Taoist, if it fell, it would definitely not be a piece of cake. calm.

I have been searching around the Land of Hundred Fragrances for several months, but I still haven't found the slightest trace. On this day, Long Xian was still flying around the Land of Hundred Fragrances, when he suddenly noticed a faint flash of light in the dark clouds in front of him. Fluctuated, and then a deep voice came to my ears: "Cultivator of the Tianxing Sect?"

Taoist Long Xian paused, then stopped, the owner of the wave did not hide his whereabouts, Taoist Long Xian probed a little but found that his spiritual sense could not easily penetrate into it, and then stopped his spiritual sense and asked loudly To: "I don't know where fellow Taoist is here."

Although it was only a faint fluctuation and a low voice, Long Xian could sense that the other party's cultivation was not inferior to his own. Although he didn't know where the other party came from, Long Xian didn't have any worries. He still had confidence. In fact, Long Xian thought about why he would kill a Nascent Soul junior more than once. After thinking about it, he still couldn't come to a conclusion. Maybe he had a conclusion but he didn't want to admit it.

Now that he met a distracted cultivator, Long Xian didn't mind chatting with him, maybe he could find some traces of Taoist Xiang Fei.

Not long after, the dark cloud flickered a few times, and then Taoist Long Xian saw a figure flashing out, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Fellow Daoist of the Witch Clan?"

Although the head of the Wu clan appeared in front of others, Long Xian was a great distracted monk, after all, he had seen a few monks of the Wu clan. The young monk in front of him was obviously dressed as a Wu clan, and he was dressed in sackcloth to hide his emaciated figure. Several unique runes of the Wu tribe are engraved on the sackcloth.

Looking inconspicuous, Long Xian did not underestimate them at all. Although the Wuzhi Clan did not have the reputation of defending their weaknesses like the Tianxing Sect, they were the most difficult monks to deal with, and the Wuzhi Clan's cultivation methods were very different For ordinary sects, the methods that are usually proud of are very likely to be ineffective against the monks of the Wu clan. Facing a weird group like the Wu clan, even with the backing of the Tianxing sect behind them, Long Xian did not want to provoke them. necessary trouble.

After a little inquiring, Long Xian cupped his hands and said, "Long Xian of the Heavenly Star Sect, what is the name of this witch clan fellow Taoist?" His tone of speech was also very polite.

The witch cultivator didn't answer immediately, after looking Long Xian up and down, he said slowly, "Witch Eighteen of the witch clan, fellow Taoist is indeed a cultivator of the Heavenly Star Sect, I have something to ask you."

Long Xian didn't expect that he hadn't asked the other party yet, but the other party spoke first, so he was a little surprised. Long Xian was sure that he had never seen this Wu Clan monk in front of him before, and the Wu Clan rarely dealt with others. Being alone, how could I think of asking myself about things.

Surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, Daoist Long Xian didn't make up his mind, he immediately said: "I don't know what you want to ask, why don't you just tell me."

"I heard that there is a Nascent Soul cultivator named Dialect in your Tianxing Sect. I wonder if you can recognize him?" The skinny man who called himself Wu Shiba didn't hesitate, and asked without hesitation.

Hearing the other party's tone of voice, Taoist Long Xian couldn't help being contemptuous. He thought to himself, how could he have such a tone when he asked people about things? Even if Long Xiandang didn't pay any attention to the rudeness, he turned his attention to inquiring about the dialect. Why did this witch monk inquire about the dialect?Is it an old acquaintance?Or is it an old grudge?Is it a coincidence or intentional to meet myself here?

"Dialect? I've met this junior a few times, and I don't know why fellow Wu Daoists mentioned him." Taoist Long Xian thought through all kinds of thoughts in an instant, but he still couldn't figure out the intention of the Wu Clan cultivator. The only thing he was sure of was his own. He didn't even have a plan for his whereabouts, and there was absolutely no possibility that the other party was waiting for him on purpose, so he asked tentatively.

"En? Have you really heard of him? I heard that there are thousands of disciples in the inner sect of the Tianxing Sect. You haven't seen all of them, have you?" Wu Shiba didn't seem to expect Long Xian's answer, and actually asked road.

"Of course not. It's just that the younger generation of Dialect is a bit special. I've only met him twice. I just don't know why fellow Daoists mentioned him. Although his aptitude is not low, it's not enough for fellow daoists to pay attention to him." Long Xian still He didn't hear what Wu Shiba meant, so he continued to probe.

"Aptitude is not low? It's just a Nascent Soul junior."

Hearing Wu Shiba's disdainful tone, Daoist Long Xian's heart moved slightly, and then he said: "The junior Yuanying is true, but he is a genius disciple among the inner sects of our sect. He has only worked for a hundred years. Now that we have reached the Great Consummation of Yuanying, maybe one day we will break through and be promoted to the cultivation level of distraction."

"What? You said he has reached the Great Consummation of the Nascent Soul? How could it be so fast?" Wu Shiba, who had been keeping a cold face and seemed expressionless, said the words of surprise and disdain just now with a zombie face But when he heard Taoist Long Xian's last words, his expression changed slightly, revealing a look of surprise.

This time, Long Xian could hear Wu Shiba's tone, and he definitely couldn't be overjoyed, so he said calmly, "It's true, by the way, I seem to have heard a few fellow students mention it a few days ago. He has also come to the Land of Hundred Fragrances, maybe fellow Taoists can meet him."

(End of this chapter)