Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 741 Space Collapse
The dialect who was about to explode the Thunder Sword didn't know what the guardian of the witch was, but he knew that he didn't need to explode the magic weapon anymore. The black line that was close to his body suddenly retreated. Zhan's dialect took advantage of the situation and urged the Dawu Sword Formation to slash forward, but instead of slashing at the two distracted monks, it slashed at the cloud of black mist on one side.

"Don't you dare, little thief?" Fang Yan's actions couldn't be fooled by the two distracted big monks. Just as he got up, he heard two shouts, and two powerful energies enveloped and attacked him. The momentum was astonishing.

Neither Wu Shiba nor Wu Xi expected this kind of thing to happen, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator in dialect, facing the siege of his two distracted great cultivators, who almost died just now , would actually make such a decision, I don’t know if it’s for money rather than life, or if the mind is so calm, seeing the dialect actually go directly towards the only half of the remaining Dao Shenshu, when even the attack was activated again, the stars were shining The dialect in it didn't pay attention to the bombardment of the two at all, and abruptly urged the Star Burial Robe to be bombarded again, and another mouthful of blood spewed out. If anyone can see the face of the dialect at this moment, they can see His face was pale, and his breath was much weaker. Even if his dialect was stronger than Nascent Soul Dzogchen, he lost three mouthfuls of blood in just a short while, which was a huge injury, and he couldn't recover in ten or eight years.

But Fang Yan was trying hard to consume his own essence and blood, urging the Dawu Sword Formation to slash straight down. After a shocking sword light flashed, the black mist flew away. Fang Yan thought it was right before. The biggest means of the Great Cultivator of Fame Gods are those two phantoms, but this black mist defense is not on the table. Maybe it is enough to face other Nascent Soul Cultivators, but facing the dialect Dawu Sword Formation is close to a top-grade spiritual weapon The mighty sword light bombarded it, but it was blown away immediately, and a bone ring shattered into two pieces and fell down, revealing half of the Dao God Spirit Wood.

Without a moment's pause, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and fished for Chiyan paulownia wood, and took half of Chiyan paulownia wood that he had planned to give up in an instant, but Fang Yan didn't put it into the Qiankun pot and put it away, but took it in his hand and washed it away. He raised it in the direction of the two distracted monks, and asked loudly: "Senior, don't blame me if you accidentally destroy it."

Originally, two trees had been harvested, especially the one with the Taoist fruit hanging on it. The last half was not so precious in Fang Yan's heart, at least it couldn't be compared with the threat of two distracted monks, but Dialect left half of the Taoist tree The plan to attract the attention of the distracted great cultivator so that he could have a chance to fly away didn't work, and Fang Yan didn't mind having everything in his hands.

Because the dialect is clear, don't say that your body is seriously damaged now, even when you are in good condition, you need to pay a lot of money to calmly leave in front of the two distracted monks, but just now the dialect blocked the opponent's killer for a while. Although the two mouthfuls of blood were damaged, the power of the two great monks who were distracted was discovered. With confidence in his heart and the capital to negotiate, he also took the last piece of Dao Shenmu in his hand. The capital is a little thicker.

Seeing Fang Yan holding a piece of Dao Shenmu undefended in his hands, Wu Shiba and Wu Xi hurriedly stopped the attack he had just launched. For a while, he was still slightly shocked, and then looked at Fang Yan with a calm face, With a very good grasp of the appearance, the two distracted monks felt a burst of anger and blood in their hearts, and they almost vomited blood.

If Fangyan put away the spirit object directly, the two of them would definitely not have the slightest hesitation, and they would have to kill it with all their strength, but now Fangyan put on a negotiating posture, and did not hesitate to use the Taoist spirit wood as a cover, but it made it difficult for the two of them for a while. If you want to attack again, the high-grade spiritual weapon in front of Junior Nascent Soul has not been broken through, and the first thing to be destroyed is this section of the sacred tree.

"Boy, do you think this piece of spiritual object is a talisman?" Wu Xi squinted his eyes and said, at the same time, his mana was flowing slightly, as if he was about to bombard him again at any time.

"Senior is not sincere in saying that? Then let's continue, as long as senior is free, I will accompany you." Seeing that the other party lacked confidence, Fang Yan didn't care about showing weakness in front of the other party, so he threw two pills into his mouth medicine.

"You?" Wu Xi choked back.

The expression on Wu Shiba's face was also very ugly. The two of them were not only worried about the destruction of this section of the Dao Shenshu, but only looked at the behavior of the dialect, and then looked at the three formations that still had remnants over there. Shenmu, it's just that the dialect is really no match for the two of them now. If they are determined to destroy one section after another, it is not impossible. The most important thing is that the two distracted monks are not very sure It can destroy the high-grade spiritual weapons outside of Dialect's body, especially when the scorpion failed to kill with a single blow just now.

For a moment, the three people in the Lingtian fell silent without speaking, but none of them relaxed at all, and all of them stared at their opponents closely, hoping that the opponent would show some flaws.

"Are you from the Tianxing sect dialect?" After a while, seeing the dialect's expression that had swallowed the pill eased a lot, Wu Shiba spoke.

"Huh? Senior actually knows my name?" Fang Yan was taken aback for a moment. He was only a Nascent Soul cultivator. Although he had an agreement with Wu Chanming, it wouldn't be enough for all the distracted monks of the Wu Clan to know.

"You are dialect? Why do you have the guardian of the witch on your body?" Hearing the conversation between the two, Wu Xi exclaimed again. When the rune fluctuations flashed on Dialect's body earlier, he exclaimed, but it was just a flash of lightning. , Fang Yan made a later move, and Wu Xi didn't react until this moment.

"It seems that I really have a bad reputation? Is this rune the guardian of the witch you are talking about?" Dialect moved his mind, and a faint rune emerged.

It was this rune that blocked the black line that had reached his body just now, and this rune is what Wu Chanming left on Fang Yan after he helped Fang Yan back then. The runes are said to be beneficial to the practice of Buddhist scriptures and body exercises, but in the past few years, the few exercises of the Tianxing sect alone have consumed more than half of the time. Excluding the blood of the witch ancestors obtained from refining the Baiyuan sect, the dialect is not too much. The more he practiced this body training method, the less he could comprehend the rune, even the magic weapon of the witch clan, the bone staff of the middle-grade spiritual weapon level had been thrown in the Qiankun pot without sacrifice.

As soon as Dialect flashed the rune, he saw the expressions of the two distracted monks opposite him change.

"Is it left by the master?"

"Is it Master Cicada's technique?"

The two distracted monks spoke one after another, with a hint of strange emotion in their tone.

Hearing the two people muttering to themselves, the dialect also paused slightly. The master and Uncle Chanming in the mouths of these two people undoubtedly meant Wu Chanming, but they didn't expect such a connection, so it's no wonder they I have heard of my name, except for Wu Chanming, the entire Wu family has never dealt with anyone.

It seems that the rune on his body called Guardian of the Witch is quite particular?Seeing the shock of the two, Fang Yan's heart moved slightly.

There is no doubt that the two people in front of him are Wu Chanming's nephew Dialect, but Dialect did not relax at all, still just staring at the two distracted monks opposite, facing the matter of high-level magic treasures and spirits, and the matter of fighting each other. I have seen a lot of dialects. I have a Taoist tree in my hand, and there is a Taoist fruit in the Qiankun pot. This kind of spiritual thing, no matter how familiar it is, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be tempted, let alone Wu Chanming. , in fact, the dialect is not considered a deep friendship. This time I plan to go to Xiji City to meet the appointment only because Wu Chanming took the initiative to protect me back then, and later waited for me in the Tianxingzong for more than ten years because of my distracted cultivation. He has free purpose, but this love dialect is still kept in his heart.

"Take out half of what you got, and let go of today's business." After a while, Wu Shiba said slowly.

Fang Yan's love is nothing more than Wu Chanming's love, but it doesn't matter to others. Hearing that Wu Shiba asked for ordinary income, with a bandit-like tone, Fang Yan sneered: "Senior, you think I'm a three-year-old? "

"Huh?" Wu Shiba was originally asking for a lot of money, waiting for the dialect to pay back the money, but his nasal voice hummed slightly.

"Take out a considerable amount of bargaining chips in exchange, otherwise we will use our strength to rob by force, and see if we can do what the senior wants." Fang Yan said bluntly, although the breath is still weak, the momentum is not inferior to the opponent.

"Okay, okay, so crazy." Wu Shiba was repeatedly refuted by the dialect, his face was dull, he drank a few times in his mouth, and was about to speak again, but suddenly noticed a wave of fluctuations around him. It was slight, but it was clearly discernible, and the three people who were at each other immediately swept out their spiritual senses.

Moments later, the three shouted in unison: "The space has collapsed?"

(End of this chapter)