Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 747
Dialect's eyes were randomly scanned. He had dealt with the Wu Clan several times before, and he himself practiced the Vatican Jue body training technique, which Wu Chanming called the holy formula. Dialect can confirm that this monk should be related to the Wu Clan. The aura of the Wu clan is far less obvious than Wu Chanming and the two people I met before. Could it be because of his cultivation?

Seeing that the other party had no intention of communicating, the dialect with doubts in his heart did not speak. As long as it was a monk of the Wu clan, it must have been arranged by Wu Chanming. What kind of monk and why, dialects are not of much interest at all.

After following the taciturn witch cultivator for a short distance, he turned into an inconspicuous shop. The things sold in the shop were rather messy, including spiritual things, spiritual herbs, magic weapons and weapons, but the grade was It's too inferior, but the price is not affordable for the Jindan cultivator, but if the Nascent Soul cultivator is not extremely destitute, it is difficult to see these things in his eyes, so it is no wonder that there are few people in the shop, and there are only clerks. Two people.

"Hello shopkeeper." As soon as he stepped into the shop, a clerk greeted him and greeted him. The shopkeeper of Nascent Soul Dzogchen didn't pay attention at all, and walked straight through the back door of the shop into a small courtyard with dialect. , but Fang Yan turned around and smiled at the guy when he was about to leave.

The Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk of the Witch Clan who didn't say a word along the way, after entering the courtyard, still didn't speak, just glanced at him, and then entered the wing with dialect.

As soon as he entered the wing room, Fang Yan noticed a fluctuation in the formation. Fang Yan had acquaintance with Wu Chanming, so he didn't worry too much. It's not worth a bombardment, but after passing through the formation, the shopkeeper entered another formation and disappeared, and there was a little solemnity on Fang Yan's face. Although the formation in front of him was not considered powerful, it was mixed with With a little other power, it is difficult to see the situation in the formation even if the illusion is activated, there is only a gray scene.

After a short pause, Dialect immediately sensed a faint fluctuation from the bone ring that had just been put away. After this fluctuation touched the formation in front of him, a faint passage appeared in Dialect's eyes. The treasurer of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen in the formation, he is standing in it, seems to be waiting for him, and a black high platform looms farther away.

A familiar meaning flashed in Fang Yan's heart, and Fang Yan quickly recognized that these forces were in line with what he sensed in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch. This is the technique of the Wu clan.

Fang Yan did not directly step into it as before, but let out his consciousness to explore the formation carefully. The shopkeeper seemed to have expected that Fang Yan would be like this, or he didn't care what Fang Yan did at all, and just stood there quietly. Wait inside.

Fang Yan was speechless for a moment, seeing the shopkeeper waiting there with a calm face, it seemed that if he continued to investigate, he would stay like this forever, and he had no intention of opening his mouth at all.

Along the way, he has met too many monks, and he has seen many monks with eccentric tempers, but he has never seen one like this one before him. Call him arrogant, nothing at all, call him rude, except for few words There is no disrespect in the slightest, it is just that he can cultivate to the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and as a shopkeeper of a shop, how can he be so inhumane, how can he behave like this when facing a monk of the same level as himself, if he hadn't been detected before His aura was so pure that Dialect even thought he was a puppet.

A few thoughts flashed in Fang Yan's mind, and at the same time, he searched around with his consciousness. After a while, Fang Yan didn't notice any danger in the formation. Except for the unique power of the witch clan, it was just an ordinary defensive formation. Immediately, one step stepped into it.

Entering the passage of the formation, Fang Yan suddenly discovered that not only did the bone ring in his hand react, but also the Fanjue body training technique he had practiced for many years had slight fluctuations, faintly matching this formation, and in an instant In a short time, the situation of the entire formation was reflected in the mind, and even the places that were not explored by the previous spiritual sense exploration were extremely clear. In other words, the dialect at this moment has completely mastered the various defensive formations. It is even possible to directly manipulate this formation.

Dialect, who had a strange feeling in his heart, just stepped into the formation, and saw the shopkeeper in front of him also stepping forward, the direction was the black high platform that he had detected earlier, but Fang Yan didn't see it, it was in his body The moment the Vatican Jue Body Training Technique radiated fluctuations, the shopkeeper's expression also changed for a moment.

The two of them went one in front of the other, and after dozens of breaths, they came to the high platform. When they got close, they could confirm in dialect that this high platform was very similar to the three-story high platform formed by the bones piled up in the barren tomb of Wuzu. It is made of countless skeletons, but the grade of these skeletons is much lower, and the scale of the high platform is also much smaller.

Proficient in the dialect of a formation, he immediately saw the situation on the high platform. It was clearly a teleportation formation. Although it was slightly different from the teleportation formation he was familiar with, it should be a unique technique of the Wu clan, but he didn't know it. Where does the teleportation array go?

"Fellow Daoist, please." After standing still, the Wu Clan Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator, who had been stingy with words, was much more polite. climb up.

"Although he is much more polite, his actions are still a bit unreliable." An idea flashed in Fang Yan's mind, and he stopped. Fang Yan did not go as he wished. There are also those two distracted monks who once scrambled for spiritual objects. No matter how confident Dialect is, he would not randomly step into a teleportation array that could be teleported anywhere.

It's just that before Fang Yan asked each other, a message of spiritual consciousness came out from the depths: "Wu Fei, you step back, Fang Yan, this teleportation array leads to my Wu clan's land, others will cause trouble, you But there is nothing to worry about.”

The moment the shopkeeper of Yuanying Dayuan heard the voice, he dodged to the outside, ignoring the dialects staying in the formation.

Wu Chanming's voice, hearing Wu Chanming's voice, Fang Yan's heart immediately felt relieved. Although there were only a few faces, Fang Yan still had a lot of closeness to this Wu Clan monk who stood up to protect him without asking why. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way to the appointment after so many years just because of a word back then.

Noticing that the shopkeeper behind him had gone out, Fang Yan didn't hesitate any longer, and stepped onto the high platform with one step. Following the fluctuation of the flickering place in the ring, the teleportation formation on the high platform immediately started to operate. In an instant, a spatial fluctuation passed around the dialect.

The spatial fluctuations dissipated, and Dialect still stayed on a high platform built of bones, but he was no longer in Xiji City. This is the mysterious Wu Clan land in the eyes of many monks in the Xuanlan Domain, but Dialect was a little surprised The strange thing is, apart from the high platform under my feet, there is nothing else around, and there is no half figure. There are only a few giant pillars standing on the high platform, and a few sculptures in the shape of monsters stand on the top of the pillars. It is similar to that in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch.

There is a faint gray mist in the eyes. Through the mist, you can see several black mountains rising in the distance. The surrounding of these mountains seems to be a plain. I don't know if it is because the gray fog blocks the sight. There is no spiritual grass in sight, only a few cacti isolated in the gray mist like desert cacti, and even these few spiritual grasses are also grayish brown in color.

After a little exploration with his spiritual sense, Fang Yan found that the permeating gray mist was not a spirit of heaven and earth, but somewhat similar to the black mist he encountered in the barren tomb of the ancestor of Wu. The mist poured into his body, but they were obviously not as good as the black mist back then, and they didn't improve his current Vatican Jue body training technique at all. Is this gray mist the foundation of the witch clan's cultivation?Just like the aura of heaven and earth is to monks?
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