Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 743
Fang Yan didn't know what the two distracted monks behind him thought of him, and even if he knew, he wouldn't pay much attention to it. At this moment, he was running away in a hurry.

After stepping out of Lingtian, Dialect came back to Qingshiban Road. There were also signs of space collapse here, and a suction flashed around. It would not be long before this place would no longer exist. I walked through the bluestone road once, but it was much easier to go back. When Fang Dialect returned to the luxurious space, I found that the changes here were more severe than those in the Lingtian. Dissipated, revealing the luxurious jade, the invisible restriction is still there, but the luxurious jade after the restriction has already begun to annihilate, as if being swallowed by an invisible mouth, there are large pieces of jade in an instant Peeling off, disappearing, watching the jade bi disappear in an instant, dialect didn't care about anything, and even a flash returned to the formation space where the green ant beast was.

Just after flashing out, dialect looked around, the billions of ant beasts here have long disappeared, and many huge cracks have been opened in the formation space, and the flowers, plants and trees in the sea of ​​flowers outside are being sucked by the huge suction here. Swallowed in, several long green rivers made of flowers and plants poured in like a flood, and the dialect at this moment stood in one of them, and the several big rivers all disappeared beside the dialect.

Seeing this situation, Fang Yan was not surprised but delighted, with a thought, a pair of lightning-glittering wings appeared behind him, and with a flash of lightning, a gap suddenly appeared in the long green river, and then it closed again as before, and After a short while, the dialect had already appeared in the Land of Hundred Fragrances thousands of miles away.

After dozens of breaths, two distracted monks of the Wu tribe also appeared at the place where the dialect disappeared just now, and Wu Xi was still muttering: "It's a pity that there are so many inlaid stones."

After standing still, the two looked around for a while, and they also discovered the changes around them. There were still some thunder light fluctuations in the flowers and plants. Wu Shiba said in a low voice: "It is really a magic weapon of thunder escape. You will go to my Wu Clan's land, and then I will see what you value so much that Master has left behind a guardian rune."

Not long after, two streaks of gray mist flickered, and two distracted monks of the witch tribe also came out of the green river, stepped out of the crack in the formation and fled away.

With the departure of the three, the spatial fluctuation here seems to be a little bit tighter. After a few loud crackling noises, a few cracks in the formation flashed out, and a few green long rivers appeared again. It didn't take long for this place to The cave space will be completely annihilated by the power of the collapse of the space, and there will be at most some remnants in the future, but it is impossible for spiritual things such as Daoist Qi to show power again.

After continuous flashes of thunder, Dialect stopped in a forest, there was no aura of high-level monsters around, and the mountains and forests around a hundred miles away were not high-level spiritual plants. In the Senran scroll space, not even a formation was arranged.

Fang Yan, who had escaped into his magic weapon space, just gave instructions to Daoist Hu, and then sat down cross-legged. After a while, there were traces of fire fluctuations on Fang Yan's body, but it was the breath of Taishangyan that flickered.

Dialect's current state is far from being as harmless as he showed. He was bombarded three times by two distracted monks, lost three mouthfuls of blood, and was suppressed and bombarded for so long. In addition to losing it for a while and it is difficult to recover, the dialect has many high-level elixirs, which can be used to supplement mana and consciousness, and even if the soul is exhausted, it can be persisted with an iron will.

What really hurt the dialect was Wu Shiba's last giant scorpion black tail shooting a black line attack. Although it was blocked by the rune in the end and didn't hurt the dialect too much, the poison contained in it penetrated into it. In Dialect's body, Dialect was not wrong, the poisonous breath was even more poisonous than the peach miasma poison, which was all poisonous in the past, even with the strength of the meridians in Dialect's body, it was unbearable, but he was invaded by it in an instant, Even Tai Shangyan couldn't wipe it out in a short time. Dialect could only press the exercises to suppress it in the meridians of the body, but within a short time, the meridians had already been greatly damaged.

He refused to give an inch to the two distracted monks before, but Fang Yan didn't dare to let the other party find out the slightest clue, otherwise he would let the two know that there was something wrong with him, and then attack, but Fang Yan would not be able to urge the defense with all his strength, I'm afraid Without waiting for the space to collapse, and without needing two distracted monks, he would be killed by this poisonous breath first. The great cultivator of the gods may not fall because of this, but the dialect itself is probably not spared.

Originally planned to integrate into the hundreds of millions of green ant beasts immediately after coming out, with the help of the cover of the monster's breath, he devoted himself to self-cultivation and refined the poisonous breath, but found that not only the deepest spiritual field collapsed, but also the dialect. It's better to say nature.

Now that the space of the cave is already far away, coupled with the restrained aura of the dense scroll, Fang Yan is not worried that he will be caught up by two distracted monks from the Witch Clan, but Fang Yan is not willing to go to Cangyun City, the nearest city of monks. , the only way to find a place in this wilderness is to retreat and cultivate, and finally choose this place in the mountains and forests.

It is difficult for Taishangyan to refine this poisonous aura by itself, but with dialect's urging, it will make a big difference. Facing the ownerless thing, dialect Yuanying's Dzogchen cultivation level is enough to suppress it, but after a while, dialect He changed his mind, instead of urging Taishangyan to refine the poisonous aura, he urged Taishangyan to protect the meridian where the poisonous aura resides, and then urged his own skills to roll towards it.

When he was forced to be helpless before, Fang Yan wished that this breath could be completely wiped out. Now the situation is different, but Fang Yan has already had the idea of ​​maximizing his benefits. Even the great distracted cultivator of the witch tribe has to be used as a trump card. It would be a pity to refine it directly.

Sitting for several hours, Fang Yan, who hadn't recovered originally, had swallowed several pills in a row. Suddenly, Fang Yan waved his hand, and a ray of bright red flashed out, and then sank into Fang Yan's body, but it was a peach that had not been used for a long time. Miasma poison, driving the peach miasma poison to pass through Taishangyan and enter the meridians where the scorpion poison resides, the idea of ​​the dialect is to fuse the two poisons, although I don’t know what the combination of the two poisons will be The effect, but it will not be worse than before. This is also a last resort. Just now, the dialect has been tested continuously, and it is really troublesome to directly collect this strand of scorpion poison.

A few more hours passed, and the fire fluctuations on Fang Yan's body disappeared. With a thought in Fang Yan's mind, a ray of bright red appeared in his hand. Seeing the peach miasma poison with a black line, Fang Yan showed a little smile, and then turned his backhand. It retracted, although it did not integrate the two highly poisonous auras as it had hoped before, and it did not completely collect the scorpion venom as its own, but it was wrapped in the peach miasma poison, and the scorpion venom could no longer endanger itself. , if you have time in the future, you can always refine it thoroughly with some effort.

After putting away the peach miasma poison, Dialect used his spiritual consciousness to look around through the dense scroll, and there was no intrusion, only a few birds and insects were around, then he withdrew his attention and activated the exercises again, the scorpion The poison is gone, the meridians still need to be repaired, and the wasted blood also needs to be cultivated slowly.

A few days later, Dialect escaped from the space of the magic weapon and arranged a few small formations around it, before disappearing again.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, there was a sudden commotion in the peaceful mountain forest, a group of frightened birds soared into the sky and scattered in all directions, and a figure suddenly appeared under them, no wonder these birds were so panicked.

This figure is naturally the dialect that has been cultivated and recovered here, the dialect that escaped from the magic weapon space, his face is still a little pale, obviously the loss of essence and blood has not been fully recovered.

Sweeping around for a while, Fang Yan smiled, and then the thunder flashed, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the more frightened and inexplicable birds chirping and chirping.

(End of this chapter)