Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 729
"He's in the Land of Hundred Fragrances?" Hearing Taoist Long Xian's words, Wu Shiba paused again, and inadvertently made a questioning voice.

After a short pause, Wu Shiba then said again: "Fellow Daoist Long Xian, thank you very much."

After finishing speaking, Wu Shiba disappeared and disappeared again, leaving only Taoist Long Xian who had not had time to ask.

Although it was only a few words, he was familiar with Wu Shiba. It seems that he has this kind of temperament. It seems very good to have a word of thanks at the end. Although he was dissatisfied with the other party's actions, Taoist Long Xian didn't argue any more. , and don't want to ask this Wu Shiba anymore.

Daoist Long Xian, who urged his movements to continue flying away, was thinking in his heart. Wu Shiba stopped him just now and didn't mention anything other than the dialect. It was clearly for the dialect. Why do the monks inquire about the dialect? The witch clan is rarely related to people, and Daoist Long Xian doesn't know the dialect. A little Nascent Soul cultivator who has not entered the Tianxing sect for a long time, why would he have a relationship with the hidden witch clan? There is a connection, and it is a connection with the distracted monks of the witch clan.

After much deliberation, the only thing that Taoist Long Xian can be sure of is that what Wu Shiba showed was definitely not intimacy, and there seemed to be some resentment in it. The gap is a bit inexplicable, but after thinking that he and Xiang Fei are the same, Taoist Long Xian is relieved. As long as the other party is looking for trouble with the dialect, Taoist Long Xian is happy to make the dialect more troublesome. The Daoists have already put dialects on an equal footing, and even tried to plot against them.

Aware of the departure of the distracted cultivator of the Tianxing sect, Wu Shiba, who was shrouded in a cloud of dark clouds, sneered, and said to himself: "The Tianxing sect is nothing more than that, a distracted cultivator is afraid of a junior Nascent Soul, but He is actually in the Land of Hundred Fragrances? I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

While speaking, Wu Shiba took out a ring with his backhand. If the dialect is here, he will find that this ring is the same style as the one Wu Chanming gave him back then, and it is not bad at all.

As a gloomy breath spewed out of Wu Shiba's mouth and poured into the ring, the ring suddenly showed a faint fluctuation, but Wu Shiba closed his eyes, and after a while, he showed doubts: "Sure enough, it's nearby!" Not far away, it can actually affect the witch ring, which makes me unable to determine the exact location. I think it must be in a certain formation space. It is indeed not easy to have such a powerful space. If there is a chance, I would rather meet this junior who the master can't help but praise."

After talking to himself a few times, Wu Shiba put the ring away with his backhand, and then sat down cross-legged again with his eyes closed. Unknown.

Dialect, who was burning the corpse of a monster, noticed that the ring in his Qiankun Pot was slightly fluctuating. It had happened once before, but this time he didn't pay much attention to it. Mingyi has a connection, but he doesn't know the dialect of other Wu people. Even if he knows that this is a message from the Wu tribe, he has no interest in exploring the dialect, let alone leave here now.

The three brothers and sisters who have already figured out the rules have long been immersed in the great cause of absorbing the supreme spiritual energy. Originally, dialect wanted to go to Xiji City to attend the appointment of Wu Chanming, but they came here on the way, but they did not expect such a scene. There will be a spirit of Taoism, even if the Qiankun Pot is picky, Dialect himself will never waste the opportunity. Although Dialect is not in a hurry to improve his mood now, it is not a bad thing to be able to improve his mood. Who knows if there will be such an opportunity in the future.

As for going to Xiji City, it was not an urgent matter at first, so I simply stayed here. Regarding the decision of dialect, whether it was the two spiritual pets, Taoist Hu or the two juniors, they all agreed in unison.

In the space of Senran scrolls, in a room, Taoist Taiyu and Chang Hui put away their respective exercises, stood up and stepped out of the room at a glance, and came to the room where the dialect was waiting to be stood. It took only three days for the Green Ant Beast to disappear the last time, and there were still more than ten days before the next appearance, but they didn't know why the two of them were so eager to stop.

The two of them had just stood still, and before they heard the call, they heard a voice in dialect: "Two juniors come in to talk." As the voice fell, the door of the room opened to reveal a passage.

Watching the two juniors come in, Fang Yan waved his hands to make them sit cross-legged. There was a triangular flag fluttering in front of him. Runes flashed in Fang Yan's hand, and then he fell into it. Fang Yan was not refining the corpse of a monster , but was refining the formation flag, the movement in the hands did not stop, just said casually: "You two wait a moment, I will finish it soon."

Chang Hui's eyes widened when he saw his senior brother's movements like clouds and flowing water, and seeing the natural runes. How could he, who is proficient in formations, not know what the dialect's actions mean at this moment, even though he already knew My senior brother admired me very much, but at this moment, I was shocked again. If I said that I only saw the method of breaking the formation and killing the senior brother before, what I saw now was the method of arranging formations to restrict. A jade slip, Chang Hui's eyes became brighter and brighter.

A moment later, as the last formation rune in Fang Yan's hand was integrated into it, the originally dull formation flag suddenly became active. Although it was not a magic weapon, it had spirituality.

"Senior brother, do you really need to worry about outsiders coming again?" Daoist Taiyu saw that his brother had finished refining, and Dang even asked. He didn't know that there would be aura of Taoism here before. Taoist Taiyu was not so nervous, but now he knows it. It's a different mentality. Seeing that half a year is approaching, if someone finds the entrance, it's hard to guarantee that no one else will come in.

Dialect said to Taoist Taiyu while making a few hand formulas to mark the formation flag, "Didn't Chang Hui say that before, he hasn't had a monk pass by for several years, even Jindan monks won't?" If you are interested in a sea of ​​ordinary flowers, we will attract people's attention by arranging a formation, so don't worry about it, Chang Hui, have you seen the jade slip?"

"I've seen it, but there are still many things I don't understand, but the layout should be fine." Chang Hui replied immediately.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it can be arranged now, you can study it slowly when you have the opportunity in the future." While speaking, Fang Yan waved his hands, and a wave flashed, and he had already escaped from the magic weapon space with his two juniors.

After he settled down, Fang Yan reached out and took out a bunch of various array flags and handed them to Chang Hui, and at the same time ordered: "Chang Hui, take these and go over there to arrange them, Taiyu, you go with Chang Hui."

"Okay." Taiyu Changhui responded and flew out. Fang Yan looked around and didn't stay any longer. Flying, one by one formation flags flew out with their movements, as for Tai Yu, he swept back and forth between Chang Hui's left and right to defend the surroundings.

Half a day later, a faint wave of the formation began to ripple, and Chang Hui over there had already stopped. He had finished the work on his side, and at this moment he was staring at the brother dialect on the opposite side, following the last formation flag in Fangyan's hand Going out, suddenly, in the faint fluctuations of the formation, flashes of blurred and phantom god light.

"Let's go, let's arrange another formation." Fang Yan shouted, and flew out first, Chang Hui Taiyu was not far behind, the three of them did not fly too far, but they stopped a few miles away After getting down, the arrangement started again.

For ten consecutive days, Fang Yan led two juniors to arrange more than a dozen formations within a radius of less than a hundred miles. After careful identification, you can see that a dozen formations surround several places at intervals. After a few months, although I didn't get a thick and supreme aura, the dialect was not without any gains, and I found some patterns in the vagueness, but whether it is correct or not needs to be verified through practice.

The positions of these formations are arranged at the moment where Dialect deduces that the strong Daoist aura may appear. Facing the green ant beast with the power of the seventh rank, Dialect does not want to be able to kill the opponent, as long as he can delay for a while to let himself It is enough to collect the supreme spiritual energy, so the formations are not too powerful, they are all based on phantom formations, and some killing methods are also set up to disturb the attention of monsters. The power may only confuse for a moment, but it is enough for the dialect.

(End of this chapter)