Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 755 Leave
Looking at the dialect that came out, even Wu Chanming, who brought him to the place of the Wu clan, had a strange look on his face. After probing up and down, he still showed a look of relief: "Dialect, you succeeded?"

Hearing Wu Chanming's question, Fang Yan immediately cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your concern, bro, I was lucky enough to break through."

"Haha, good, good, good." Although he had been suspicious for a long time, after hearing the dialect's affirmative words, Wu Chanming couldn't help but yelled a few times.

The many distracted monks around naturally heard the conversation between the two, and they also showed joy, and their eyes flashed away with a different meaning. Before the barren mound collects the Eye of God, he must keep it in his heart. Nothing is more important than saving the people from trouble.

"Fang Yan, I really didn't expect it to go so smoothly. You actually raised the holy formula to a higher level, and you seem to have sensed the aura of distraction and catastrophe?" A moment later, Wu Chanming led Fang Yan to the side and sat down. He casually struck out a blow to envelop the two of them, and then spoke in dialect again.

"En?" Fang Yan was a little dazed, it is true to improve the Brahma Jue and body training skills, but where does the distraction come from.

"You don't know yet? Oh, it should be when you resisted the attack of blood witch miasma. It's normal if you didn't sense it, but you have to step up your practice, brother. The two distractions are so close, it may happen at any time." Come down." Wu Chanming immediately thought of the whole story, and said slowly.

After a short pause, Wu Chanming said again: "Fang Yan, you haven't recovered yet, so you should stay here to cultivate for a while."

"Brother Wu, there is nothing serious about my body, it's just that I lost some blood under the coercion in that secret realm, but it can't be recovered in a short time. The breath of distraction and catastrophe came too suddenly, little brother I still have a lot of things that are not ready, so I won’t bother my brother.” The appearance of another distraction aura gave Dialect another reason to leave the Wu Clan as soon as possible.

"Alright, after all, my witch clan is different from other sects. Except for the holy formula, it is difficult for you to practice and improve other skills here. It is better to go back. There are some spiritual things here that I have never used. If you can use it, just take it." Knowing that Fang Yan has broken through the Fanjue body training technique, Wu Chanming obviously got a little closer, and then he took out a universe bag and handed it to Fang Yan to choose spiritual objects.

Dialect's expression moved slightly, he didn't pick up the Qiankun Pot, and just said: "Brother, I don't need spiritual objects or anything, I want to find some high-level spiritual fire seeds now, I don't know if my brother has any news about this. "

Wu Chanming pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said: "The spirit fire you want is definitely not an ordinary spirit fire, but I don't have it on me. If you want to buy it from the auction, there are only a few large monks in the city. It's possible, it's rare to see it for tens of millions of years in the West Pole City, it's best to ask the elders of the sect to come forward for you after you return to the Tianxing Sect, this kind of spiritual fire is often traded privately, but you have to come up with a considerable amount of it. things will do.”

Immediately, Wu Chanming paused for a while and continued: "If you can retrieve the Eye of Heaven from Wuzu's barren tomb, it will not be difficult to get to You Rong Huo, but you obviously can't wait that long now , it would be more appropriate to go to the city of monks."

"You Melting Fire?"

"You Ronghuo?" Fang Yan was slightly taken aback, he had never heard of the Youronghuo dialect, there are thousands of fires in the cultivation world, even if Danling Yubi mentioned many spiritual fires, it is impossible to record all the fires, but Seeing Wu Chanming being so solemn, Fang Yan also knew that this kind of spiritual fire that he had never heard of should be extraordinary.

"You Ronghuo is the holy fire of my Wu clan, but it has dissipated with the changes of the year. Now there is still a little breath around Wushan, that is, the Heishan mountain that others say, but can you collect the holy fire? Not necessarily, if you are lucky, you will encounter it when you go, but if you are not lucky, you may not be able to encounter even a trace after waiting for hundreds of years."

Black Osan?Dialect remembered that the auctioneer mentioned this place to him when he was in Xiji City. He thought it was some low-level spiritual fire, but he didn't expect this to happen. In other words, even if Dialect Dang gave up this approach, he might encounter a catastrophe of distraction at any time, and he would have no time to wait for the illusory luck.

Having an appointment with Wu Chanming, Dialect has already benefited, but the promise to the other party has not yet been settled. Dialect has never liked to owe favors, so he even changed the subject: "Brother Wu, I will figure out the matter of the spiritual fire by myself." That is, what is the Eye of Heaven that my brother just mentioned, could it be something that my brother asked me to find in the barren tomb of the Wuzu?"

"That's right, dialect, you have now broken through to the fourth level of the holy formula, and you can improve a lot in a few hundred years. At that time, you will have the strength to step on the bones of the altar of the witch god again. What I beg you, brother, is to collect sacrifices." The eye of God on the platform."

While talking, Wu Chanming handed a jade slip to the dialect: "This is what the Eye of God looks like, and there are several ways to collect it. If you have time, brother, I hope you don't forget to practice it. Don't worry about it like this." Just like that bone stick, she put it on the shelf and ignored it."

The magic weapon is expensive and not expensive, and the many magic weapons in Fang Yan himself have not exerted their maximum power. He was busy practicing in the past few years, so he really didn't care about the magic weapon of the Wu clan, but he heard Wu Chanming mention it. No embarrassment, just smiled and said: "I have taken all the benefits, if I don't try my best, I will have no face to see my brother again."

Immediately, dialect's spiritual sense penetrated into the jade slips, and a huge eye appeared in front of him. Although it was only an illusion, it made him stunned. The horrified dialect remembered that this was not the first time a similar situation had occurred. Outside the stone palace that day, there was also a giant eye in a picture that made him feel astonished. It was very similar to just now, and then dialect remembered entering the stone palace The round platform I saw later, isn't this huge eye the missing part of the round platform?

The dialect that was thinking secretly in his heart withdrew his consciousness, but he didn't look carefully at the other exercises and formulas. He cupped his hands at Wu Chanming and said, "Brother Wu, I need to prepare for the catastrophe of distraction in the near future. I am afraid that time will be difficult to figure out these things, but I must take them to heart.”

Wu Chanming was not at all displeased with the confession of the dialect: "I didn't plan how fast you would be. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I don't care about hundreds of years. You can practice with peace of mind."

After saying a few more words, Fang Yan offered to leave again, and Wu Chanming didn't want to stay anymore, but the way out was different from when he came, and he didn't walk around with dialect at all. It can cover the dialect, and with a burst of spatial fluctuations, the figures of the dialect and Wu Chanming disappeared from the hall.

"Dialect, there is Wushan in front of you. You can try your luck around. If you want to leave, you can go to the city of monks with your strength for a while, and I will not see you off. It is enough for Jicheng to move the bone ring."

After leaving a sentence, Wu Chanming didn't wait for the dialect to speak, and disappeared with a flash.

After a while, Fang Yan secretly activated the Fan Jue body training technique, but found that he could still sense that power, which seemed to be not far to the left, as long as his thoughts flickered, he could touch that power, the witch clan Are they all hidden near Wushan?This place is far away from the land of the Wu Clan?Thinking about the name of Wushan again, dialect became a little more suspicious.

He didn't pay attention to that power anymore, just urged the exercises to repair his body, dialect fled in the direction of several black mountains in the distance, Heiwu Mountain is also Wushan in the eyes of the monks of the Wu tribe, since he came , just try your luck, if you can really collect a You Melting Fire, you can also save yourself from wasting a part of the spirit to trade.

A distance of one hundred miles arrived in no time, and before he got close, Fang Yan saw many figures flickering. It was exactly as the deacon of the auction house said, there were many monks above the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and seeing so many The figure of Dialect, the idea of ​​trying his luck in Fang Yan's heart dissipated most of it immediately.

(End of this chapter)