Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 756 It's You
After all, I didn’t stay in Heiwu Mountain for too long. Although there are fire fluctuations flashing around from time to time, it’s just that many ranks are not as good as the Lihuo I collected at the beginning, let alone compared with Taishangyan. After urging the Fan Jue body training technique to recover the meridians attacked by the evil spirit of the blood witch miasma for seven or eight years, Fang Yan urged his body skills to leave this place.

A few days later, a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk came from the city of Zhandi on the side of the Merian Mountains on the edge of the ancient battlefield. Alarm anyone's attention, even Yuanying Dzogchen cultivation base.

After entering the city, the Nascent Soul cultivator walked around the street for a while, went in and out of several shops, and then entered the auction house. After a short while, he came out of the auction house and did not stop there. He left the City of the Emperor of War again, and fled towards the ancient battlefield behind the Merian Mountains.

Instead of returning to the Celestial Star Sect, Fang Yan came to the City of Zhandi, and finally escaped into the ancient battlefield, with his own plans.

The first reason is to obtain the aura of high-level spiritual fire. If there is a place where high-level spiritual objects are most likely to appear, there is no place comparable to this place. Anything can exist in the ancient battlefield, and high-level spiritual fire is the same. Fang Yan just searched various stores, just to inquire about the news of the high-level spirit fire, as expected by dialect, neither the store nor the auction house had what he wanted, and in the end he only released a message in the auction. Buying information, but now there is no original soil spirit liquid, and only the mysterious spirit liquid is left among the five sects. It is difficult to trade high-level spirit fire with this, and it may not be necessary to use the Taoist tree.

If it is only for the sake of the spirit fire, the dialect does not need to avoid the sect. The reason for this decision is because the dialect has to deal with some troubles. At the beginning, Xiang Fei was trapped in the Senran scroll, and he was always busy, so he ignored it. , Although Xiang Fei has little movement in the magic weapon space now, he seems to be a lot depressed, but dialect knows that a distracted Daxiu can't give up hope so easily, and the current silence is probably still accumulating strength. Chanming learned that he had sensed the aura of distraction and catastrophe for the second time, but dialect did not dare to keep such a potentially fatal threat in the magic weapon when he was crossing the catastrophe.

The dialect is not as good as Yuanying's Dzogchen cultivation base, and Xiang Fei is only using the magic weapon to kill the opponent. It takes a lot of means to kill the opponent. , but there are ancestors in the late stage of distraction in the sect, Fang Yan can't guarantee that he will go back to the sect directly like this now, and won't be noticed by the ancestors.

There is no place more suitable for such things as killing people and killing people than the ancient battlefield. There are many monsters and beasts here, and the aura is mixed. It is the existence of the later stage of distraction. Unless you specially observe it, you will not notice a slight fluctuation in a certain place. The patriarch of the sect wouldn't just stare at this place if he had nothing to do.

Dialect didn't go too deep into the ancient desolate battlefield, so he randomly found a secluded place without the aura of high-level monsters at the outskirts of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and escaped.

Familiar with the car, he escaped into the depths of the ground and opened up a temporary cave. After arranging a few formations, the dialect escaped into the dense scroll, and his spiritual sense penetrated into the room where Xiang Fei was imprisoned, and saw a Xiang Fei sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm face. The long-term confinement calmed down the mind of this distracted monk.

Fang Yan thought secretly in his heart, then ignored him, stretched out his hand and took out a jade bottle, a stream of emerald green clear water poured into his mouth, after the psychic liquid entered his stomach, Fang Yan slowly activated the exercises and began to refine the psychic liquid The medicinal power contained in it.

Half an hour later, Fang Yan stopped the operation of his kung fu, with a slightly disappointed look on his face. The amount of essence and blood consumed by Fang Yan is really not a small amount. Although the essence and blood cannot be replenished in a short time, there are still some spiritual medicines that can slightly increase the speed of cultivation , this bottle of spiritual liquid was just bought by Dialect in the City of the Emperor of War. Although there are no distracted monks to lead it now, he has obtained a lot of general contribution points in the realm of the car and later in the Dialect of Moyuanling. With these contribution points, Dialect still entered the third floor of the auction house, and bought this bottle of spirit that originally required a distracted monk to buy, but the effect was not as good as Dialect intended.

After shaking his head, Fang Yan put away his thoughts, and with a movement of his divine sense, a bright red flashed in his hand. Looking carefully, he could see a black line in the bright red, which was the scorpion poison that Wu Shiba used to plot Fang Yan back then.

At the beginning, because the meridian was restored, and then he was busy refining the elixir, this wisp of poison has been wrapped in the peach miasma poison and has not been refined. If it wasn't for the thought of killing a distracted monk this time, the dialect might still let him die. It may have stayed in the Qiankun Pot for a long time, but now it is about to start refining.

Dialect has a deep understanding of the power of this venomous poison. If it weren't for that rune to block the great power, and he has a body tempered by the Vatican Jue body training technique, the result of the last time is uncertain, Xiang Feixiu In order to be higher than himself, he definitely doesn't have the guardian rune of the witch clan to use, and Fang Yan doesn't think that his physical body will be stronger than himself.

When collecting peach miasma poison, the condensing technique has already been proficient, now collecting this strand of scorpion poison is just repeating the old trick, the moment the dialect technique touched the scorpion poison, he sensed the imprint of Wu Shiba's spiritual consciousness, without the slightest hesitation Even if he wiped away the imprint of his spiritual consciousness, even though he couldn't see Wu Shiba's expression, Fang Yan could imagine that Wu Shiba was definitely not in a good mood at this moment.

As expected in the dialect, just as he started to move, Wu Shiba, who was refining the Qi of the Taoist wood and Taoist gods in the secret realm of the Wu clan hundreds of millions of miles away, suddenly shouted: "Who is it?"

It's just that Wu Shiba could only shout angrily, and wanted to go out to find it, but he had no direction at all. In fact, he just sensed that his divine sense imprint was wiped out, and he couldn't sense where it was wiped out.

That day, because of the guardian runes of the witch tribe on Dialect, Wu Shiba was detained by Dialect for the first-order scorpion poison. Later, because of the collapse of the space and the Taoist tree, Wu Shiba forgot about the scorpion poison, and then the deal was concluded After that, there was no chance. As for meeting Fang Yan again in the Wu Clan, Wu Shiba had also secretly investigated, but found that Fang Yan did not have the poison of his own witch spirit on him. But he didn't know that it was on Dialect all the time, but because of the Qiankun Pot, he couldn't sense it at all.

Fang Yan had no intention of paying attention to the situation of Wu Shiba, who was hundreds of millions of miles away. After a few days, seeing the wisp of black thread in his hand, Fang Yan had a smile on his face.

The thing that can make Wu Shiba a killer is really extraordinary, but the number is too small, and it is not enough to directly kill a distracted monk with it, so it can only be used as a surprise weapon.

Dialect backhanded the peach miasma poison and scorpion poison back into his body, and was about to use his kung fu to kill Xiang Fei, when his expression suddenly changed: "En? Why is it so lively all of a sudden?"

The place dialect chose was originally a secluded place, and there were no monsters around. At this moment, dialect found a series of flying auras passing over his head, but in a short while, dozens of paths passed by, dialect Let out a little bit of spiritual sense induction, and found that it was all the breath of Nascent Soul, so I ignored it, even if some spiritual creature really appeared, it was more important than not being able to kill Xiang Fei by myself.

"En? Are you going to attack? Let's see who you are." Xiang Fei, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly felt a movement in the space he was in. For so many years, unless he took the initiative to attack, this space has never been There was no movement, and just as the fluctuations flashed, Xiang Fei guessed that the owner of this space had plans to kill him, but it was a pity that a dignified monk who had been imprisoned for many years did not want to kill him. Know who was trapped.

But he soon knew, because this time not only the spatial fluctuations, but also several mana fluctuations and a divine sense power flashed out.

Although the fluctuating power of the fire element is not small, it is not enough to make Xiang Fei, a distracted cultivator in the Tianxing sect, but the moment he touched the power of this divine sense, Xiang Fei's expression changed drastically: "Dialect? It's actually you ?”

(End of this chapter)