Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 750 Statues
"I think you should have seen it too. After practicing the Vatican Jue Bodybuilding Technique, you must be able to find a path inside. Since you have seen the altar of the witch god, you must have seen the huge skeleton." Wu Chanming heard the words in the dialect , when the interface says.

"Yes, you can see the skeleton on the high platform as long as you stand below, how can you miss it." For a while, Fang Yan didn't know what Wu Chanming was going to say, so he could only continue with his words. The many encounters in the barren mound, the dialect has no intention of going into details, but the things that the red bald and the others are aware of are not concealed.

"Based on your cultivation level when I first met you, and the level of the Fanjue body training technique, I must have not climbed onto the altar."

"It's true, as my brother said, it's still far from the top of the high platform. Brother Wu asked me to come because of that high platform? If so, I'm afraid I don't have the strength to help." Dialect interfaced, from Wu Chan From his mouth, he could hear that he was very familiar with the barren mound of the Wu clan, but he had personally experienced the dialect of the bone-level power, and knew that the difference between himself and that power was either 01:30 points, or one day, I was able to break through the distraction, but it was only a few more steps, and I was still far from reaching the top.

Wu Chanming shook his head and said: "Fang Yan, the senior Wujizi back then was already close to the peak strength in the middle stage of distraction, and he couldn't get on the altar, and even got injured to get out. With your strength back then, you can't get out. It's nothing more than normal."

"Since Brother Wu also knows about this, but he doesn't know what he wants me to do, I just say it." As soon as Wu Chanming's words came out, Fang Yan remembered the Wuji Tianmen on the steps of the bones. The sword, according to the Red Baldy and the others, that flying sword was originally Wujizi's portable magic weapon.

"Okay, then I won't go around in circles anymore, Dialect, I want to ask you to do me a favor. When the time comes, I will go to the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch and get something back from the altar of the witch god."

"However, brother Wu, I have seen the three of the red bald men before, and it is difficult for them to reach the level of skeletons for a few mid-stage monks who are distracted. God, it is still far from the middle stage of distraction, let alone on par with the senior Wujizi back then."

"You are different. You who have practiced the Fanjue exercise technique have more hope of reaching the top than everyone else." Wu Chanming's tone was very affirmative, but he didn't know whether he really believed in the dialect, or to cheer himself up.

"It's rare that my brother believes in me so much. If I have the opportunity to enter it again one day, I will definitely try again, but I'm afraid it will be a long time before."

"Now that you have reached the Great Consummation of the Nascent Soul, you have even sensed the aura of the Distraction Catastrophe. Within a few hundred years, you will surely usher in the Distraction Catastrophe. With your strength, there should be no big problem in surviving the Catastrophe." Hearing that the dialect finally agreed, Wu Chanming showed some relief, looked at the dialect again and said slowly.

"Borrow my elder brother's auspicious words." Fang Yan cupped his hands at Wu Chanming and said.

"Entering the barren mound of the ancestor of the witch, cultivation is not the main thing, your Brahma Jue body training level is the key, your cultivation strength needs to be cultivated by yourself, but I can't help you, but I can help you If you improve the Brahma Jue body training skill a bit, if it goes well, you can break through to the fourth floor, and the senior Wujizi didn't reach the fourth floor back then, otherwise maybe there will be nothing like today." Wu Chanming said slowly.

"This is a bit inappropriate." Hearing that Wu Chanming wanted to help him improve his body training skills, Fang Yan immediately paused, recalling his experience on the steps of bones that day, focusing on the physical body but not on cultivating the soul, of course Fang Yan knew Wu Chan What Ming said is true, if the Fanjue body training technique can really be improved to another level, it will naturally be more confident, at least it will be much better than last time. It is by no means a simple matter to raise the level of a set of exercises, otherwise Wu Chanming would not have said that there are very few people in the history of the Wu Zhi Clan who can practice the Fan Jue Body Exercise to the fourth level.

Seeing the dialect's expression, even though Wu Chanming guessed what the dialect was thinking, he waved his hand and said, "You don't have to refuse the dialect. If it wasn't for this, why would I need you to come all the way from the Tianxing Sect to the Wu Clan? If you feel sorry in your heart, just treat it as a deal. My Wu Clan begs you to do something. Naturally, it is right to give you benefits. Otherwise, it means that my Wu Clan doesn’t understand the rules, and you don’t want to accept my help, right? It’s just perfunctory old man like me.”

Speaking of this, the dialect has no rebuttal. I think that brother Wu Chanming had already made this decision when he was waiting for him in the Tianxingzong for more than ten years. It has been agreed for many years, and then he cupped his hands and said: "Since my brother said so, I will thank you in dialect first."

"Okay, come with me." Wu Chanming stopped talking, stood up, waved away the tea set on the stone table, and then walked towards the depths of the stone room.

After approaching, Fang Yan discovered that there was a faint imprint of formation in the depths of the stone chamber.

Wu Chanming didn't explain too much. Seeing Fang Yan following up, he began to urge the hand tricks, and a faint wave enveloped the two of them instantly.

Fang Yan only noticed the slight flickering of the witch clan runes on his body, and at the same time the Fan Jue body training technique also circulated, and then a space fluctuation flashed by, and when he looked around again, Fang Yan's expression changed slightly, and there was a huge square in front of him, There are countless monks on the square, but these monks do not have the slightest breath to show, or sit or stand, or walk or walk, like statues, not as if, dialect divine sense, these monks are simply statues, but It is an extremely sturdy statue, even stronger than the ancient Kui beast statue I encountered in the Wu Zu's barren tomb.

"This?" Dialect Dang even made a questioning voice, and at the same time an incredible thought flashed in his mind.

"The dialect here is within the magic weapon space of my witch clan's treasure. What you see is my witch clan. They have been like this for thousands of years. Unless they see through the illusion, they will continue to be like this." Wu Chanming looked at the statue-like crowd and spoke slowly in dialect.

After finishing speaking, walk towards the opposite side along a wide road in the square, and there is a palace in the distance. This main hall is much more majestic than the stone palace outside, and it is not as dilapidated as the stone palace.

The more he walked in the dialect, the more frightened he was. When Wu Chanming mentioned that tens of thousands of people were trapped in the phantom array, the dialect was just astonishing. It was far less shocking than seeing the real scene at this moment. Every statue is vivid and unusual. The expression on his face was frozen at the moment when he was banned back then, if not for the slightest breath showing, he would be a living monk at all.

Even if there is no breath, just from the expression and momentum, dialect can also see that many of them are already above Yuanying, and a few of them should be above distraction. Among them, I can't be free in my life, and even Fang Yan doesn't know how he feels in his heart. As for this magic weapon space, Fang Yan is not too surprised. The pieces are nothing.

A moment later, Wu Chanming led the dialect into the hall.

As soon as he entered it, Fang Yan saw dozens of monks sitting cross-legged in a circle, holding unknown hand formulas with both hands, and a rune between them, crossing this circle of monks, Fang Yan saw hundreds of monks Sitting cross-legged on the opposite side, making a gesture of recovery from cultivation, when I thought that these monks from the Wu clan were trapped like the outside world, I suddenly saw that many of them were moving, except for the dozens of monks sitting around. In addition, many monks on the opposite side raised their eyes to look at him, followed by countless spiritual sweeps, Fang Yan was startled and wanted to activate the defensive skills.But he saw Wu Chanming waving his hand to signal.

"Cicada, this is the junior you mentioned for a long time?" After a while, a hoarse voice came, and dialect followed the voice, and saw a skinny man who was even more skinny than Wu Chanming, with an aging face. The monks of the Wu clan whose signs were even higher than those of Wu Chanming, the aura they exhaled was clearly a mid-stage cultivation base of distraction.

(End of this chapter)