Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 758

The stalemate for several days made Xiang Fei a little anxious. Tangtang was distracted and Daxiu was stunned, but he couldn't help a Nascent Soul junior. It wasn't a matter of strength, but that Dialect had no intention of confronting him head-on. He wanted to erase Dialect's spiritual imprint. To seize the other party's magic weapon, except for getting close to the imprint of divine consciousness for the first time, it is very difficult to have such an opportunity to be repeatedly attacked by dialect afterwards.

In the past few days, he also used methods and techniques to bombard the space that confined him again, but it was still as unshakable as before, and it was even much more stable.

He knew that if the stalemate continued like this, and he was boiled like a frog in dialect, and kept wasting his mana, consciousness, and even patience, he would be the one who would be unlucky in the end. Not to mention the inability to hurt the invisible dialect, and originally thought of exhausting the dialect's consciousness, which made him exhausted and then exposed his flaws, but he has not succeeded. It has been a few days, and the dialect's consciousness has not weakened in the slightest, just like Like a poisonous snake, the consciousness and thoughts that bombard him may appear at any time.

Xiang Fei knew that it was time to make his own decision. Could it be that he had to explode his magic weapon to get out?Xiang Fei finally came up with an idea that he thought was impossible and unbelievable. No distracted cultivator would plan to explode his magic weapon in the face of a Nascent Soul junior. This should be considered when dealing with opponents whose cultivation base is much higher than his own, but Xiang Fei now finds that he has no other way to break through this cage other than this method. For a long time, maybe even this choice is gone.

Being able to cultivate to the level of distraction, and being a disciple of the Tianxing Sect, Xiang Fei is not lacking in experience, but in an instant, he knew that this was the most suitable choice now, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while, relying only on his own Sensing, Xiang Fei also knows that it is difficult to break through this space even if a low-grade spiritual weapon explodes. Even if a small gap can be blasted, the outside is still inside the magic weapon. He still remembers the situation when he entered here that day. A room in a grand palace.

If you want to completely blast the space of this magic weapon, I am afraid that the magic weapon above the middle-grade spiritual weapon will explode, and it will be possible to burst out the power comparable to the high-grade spiritual weapon, although the spiritual weapon in the realm of Xuanlan is easier than that in the realm of cultivation. I see it a lot, but it's not like Chinese cabbage can be found everywhere, and not every monk is as rich as a dialect, and he didn't know how many high-level magic weapons he blew himself up when he was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Xiang Fei also has a middle-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, but there are only two of them, one of which is his natal magic weapon, the flying sword, and the other heart armor, which is not a natal magic weapon, but has been practiced for many years. For Xiang Fei, a distracted cultivator from the inner sect of the Tianxing Sect, none of them can be easily discarded. Needless to say, the Flying Sword of Fate is another piece of heart armor that Xiang Fei has always relied on for defense. No matter which one is lost, it will greatly weaken Xiang Fei's strength. If it weren't for this, he would have chosen the magic weapon of self-explosion to blast the space many years ago.

It's just that at this moment, it seems that he can't help hesitating anymore. Xiang Fei, who was about to make up his mind and decided to ruthlessly blew his magic weapon, suddenly found that things had turned around.

A flash of joy flashed in Xiang Fei's heart: "Could it be that he can't hold it anymore?" After all, the middle-grade spiritual weapon is not something that can be thrown away casually. Consciousness penetrated into the depths of the magic weapon, and headed towards the core position of the magic weapon that had been touched once before.

After a while, Xiang Fei shouted joyously. Although there were two more spiritual attacks in the dialect, the intensity was not as strong as before. It was weaker than before. Xiang Fei, who had been killed for a long time, couldn't be clear, it was the exhaustion of the soul , It is difficult to control the performance of spiritual consciousness.

"Haha, dialect, the little Nascent Soul cultivator is so rampant, I'll let you know the strength of the distracted cultivator later."

In an instant, Xiang Fei's dissipated self-confidence returned to his body. He seemed to have forgotten the previous embarrassment, and also forgot the idea that he was about to explode the magic weapon just now, urging his spiritual consciousness to attack and kill the magic weapon's core again and again. In the past, as long as the imprint of the dialect divine consciousness was wiped out, this magic weapon would no longer be controlled by the dialect. Although Xiang Fei could not control it, without the master's magic weapon, even if it was a mid-level or even higher-level magic weapon, Xiang Fei would not be able to control it. What is there to be afraid of, without this magic weapon that imprisons oneself, what is there to be afraid of in a mere dialect.

Using distraction cultivation to erase the imprint of Nascent Soul's consciousness, if it goes well, it will only take a few breaths of time. Seeing that the attacks of the dialect's consciousness become more frequent but weaker, Xiang Fei is even more sure of his guess, and doesn't care about it at all. Dialect attack of consciousness.

"An idiot." Suddenly a light voice came into Xiang Fei's ears.

Hearing the voice of dialect, Xiang Fei, who was still obliterating the imprint of dialect's spiritual consciousness, felt a shudder in his heart. Even he himself didn't know, since when, in his heart, dialect was no longer a descendant of Nascent Soul, but a fellow level opponents.

But soon, Xiang Fei regained his composure, the dialect's attack did not come, and his spiritual consciousness had already invaded the mark of divine consciousness.

"A bluff, a small trick is a small trick after all." The same disdainful words came out of Xiang Fei's mouth, but before the words fell, there was an exclamation: "What the hell is this?"

"Small means, unrefined, but enough to deal with you." Dialect's cold voice sounded again, although he could still feel the exhaustion of Dialect, but it was not as serious as before.

Xiang Fei suddenly noticed that two auras invaded his spiritual consciousness and thoughts from the middle, and the two highly poisonous auras attacked and killed respectively. With his own spiritual consciousness and thoughts attacking towards the Consciousness Sea God Soul, the two auras are all highly poisonous auras.

Xiang Fei was shocked in his heart, but in an instant, his consciousness and thoughts suffered a lot of damage, especially the black line coming towards his consciousness of the sea, the power was even more astonishing.

If it has not yet invaded the imprint of the divine sense, the divine sense can be withdrawn at a movement, and naturally these highly poisonous breaths can be isolated from the body, even some damage is not a serious problem, but it has entered the core of the magic weapon, and it is temporarily It's hard to take it back. If Fang Yan had made this action at the beginning, it would be nothing if he cut off a piece of divine sense, but now he has been exhausted for several days and Fang Yan is tired. Why is he not the same.

"Xiang Fei, if you don't accept it, you can explode your magic weapon to see if you can escape."

Hearing another cold voice in dialect, Xiang Fei was about to vomit blood, but was killed by two poisonous auras. If he exploded his magic weapon again and damaged his mind, wouldn't it be an accelerated death? At this moment, Xiang Fei didn't know where he was , the dialect is digging a hole for himself. At this moment, the big hole has been dug, and he has jumped into it as he wished. Whether it is a magic weapon of self-explosion or not, it is difficult for him who has been consumed for several days to resist this. The attack of two highly poisonous breaths.

At the last moment, Xiang Fei, who was regretful at the beginning, was decisive: "Don't get complacent too early, I will let you taste the power of the magic weapon's self-explosion." A flying sword flashed, and the stars were shining, no What is Xiang Fei's natal magic weapon that he has practiced for many years? In the end, Xiang Fei directly chose to self-detonate his natal magic weapon, and kept the defensive magic weapon in his body to defend against the poisonous aura coming from the attack.

It's just that Xiang Fei suddenly noticed a change outside his body, it seemed like a space fluctuation, and there seemed to be aura of heaven and earth in it that had disappeared for several years, but it only took a moment, and it disappeared before it was even possible to check it carefully. The aura of heaven and earth disappeared together with the natal flying sword he just sacrificed.

"Ah?" The flying sword that was connected to each other exploded, and Xiang Fei could clearly sense that even through space, the flying sword, his natal magic weapon, finally exploded, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately, with an indescribably sluggish expression .

"Xiang Fei, the power of self-explosion of the middle-grade magic weapon is really extraordinary, but unfortunately, you still have no chance to escape, let's see if you can still block my attack after self-explosion of the natal magic weapon." Dialect The voice sounded again, the tone was tyrannical, but the breath was equally sluggish.

Xiang Fei heard that the dialect had been hurt a lot, but before he had time to say anything, he found several figures beside him, two of whom seemed to have the body of the spirit of the Nascent Soul, and two The only monster is actually only the fifth level.

(End of this chapter)