Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 788

Hearing the words of dialect, Taoist Hu Ziling knew that Fangyan had already made up his mind, and the persuasion of the two of them could not dispel the idea of ​​dialect. They have a deep understanding of temper, and they will only use it if they are sure at the moment, and I am afraid that they will use it as long as there is a chance.

Daoist Hu waved his hand and took a wisp of Daoist Qi into his hand, and then began to refine and no longer spoke, Zi Ling also began to activate the magic weapon on his body, and began to refine the elixir. To achieve the same level of real strength as the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, it is necessary to continuously refine pills. For him, alchemy is cultivation. Although it is not as direct as devouring other artifacts, spirits, artifacts and souls, it is the way to reach the sky, and there will be no hidden dangers .

Another year passed in the blink of an eye in the Heavenly Star Secret Realm, and the two distracted cultivators of the Qiushui Sect still did not show any signs of it. There are various markets, auction venues, trade fairs, etc., but the ancestors are not sure whether they can find the two distracted monks.

Dialect is still sitting cross-legged in the secret space, with the Ziheng Furnace flashing in front of him, and he is still refining the elixir, but the situation seems to be a little different today. It was blocked by a large array, and from time to time, a little starlight flashed outside Fang Yan's body. A mighty energy flashed faintly in the starlight, but it was the Star Burial Robe that defended the entire space. around.

Fang Yan, who was in the power of the star burial robe, had a calm face, and he was doing various tricks with both hands, urging his own real fire Taishangyan, the purple constant furnace in front of him flashed, and the furnace hearth seemed to be It was as if a toad was inhaling and exhaling, drumming and drumming, and it was only after a careful look that it was not the pill furnace that was stirring, but the spiritual light outside the pill furnace.

As for the Ziheng Furnace Tool Spirit Ziling is hiding in the Ziheng Furnace at this moment, with the same serious expression on his face as in the dialect, he is staring at the several drops of spirit grass in the Pill Furnace, tumbling and dispersing and gathering.

Even before, there was no such battle in the dialect refinement of Baizhuan Ziying Pill, and dialect was indeed not refining Baizhuan Ziying Pill, but the slag spirit pill that had been contemplated for a long time. It's the last moment when the condensed pill is about to take shape, no wonder the dialect is so solemn.

"Huh? Dialect?" All of a sudden, the spirits of the two magic weapons uttered a cry at the same time. Just at the moment, the dialect, which had been calm without any fluctuations, suddenly stopped, and a burst of gray suddenly appeared in the Ziheng furnace. Fluctuation is clearly a harbinger of an explosion.

The Ziling who made the sound has already activated the formation of the Ziheng Furnace itself, trying to gather the spirit grass and liquid that is about to explode, but Ziling still needs to control the Pill Furnace itself, and it feels extremely strenuous for a while, and it seems that it will not be able to control it. Hold on, at this moment, Fang Yan also seemed to come back to his senses, and worked together with Zi Ling to activate the exercises. After a while, the spirit grass liquid in the pill furnace returned to its original state, scattered and gathered, and tossed up and down.

Dialect rarely behaves like this, even when encountering an enemy far stronger than him, he is very calm. Now is the most critical time for refining the slag spirit pill. Dialect has been preparing for this pill for several years, but something so strange happened. There was a pause, and the refinement of the slag spirit pill almost failed. After regaining calm, Zi Ling and Taoist Hu questioned the dialect again, wanting to know what was going on.

"It's nothing, let's continue." Dialect said calmly.

Dialect's heart was far from as calm as his expression, but was churning endlessly like the spirit grass and spirit liquid in the alchemy furnace. Since he got the Qiankun Pot, this magic weapon, which is unknown to dialect until now, seldom makes any movement on its own initiative. This time is when there is a great power that can invade the meridians of Fangyan's body, and the life and death of Dialect is at stake.

But just now, when the dialect was calmly refining the elixir, there was a sudden fluctuation in the Qiankun pot. It was the last door that appeared in the Qiankun pot that would be fluctuating. The fluctuation of the Qiankun pot had already made Fang Yan feel Surprised, but what suddenly appeared was not only a wave, but also a coldness that flashed almost at the same time as the wave.

Although it's only for a moment, one percent, one thousandth, or even one billionth of a billionth breath, and it can even be said to have dissipated before it appeared, but Dialect knows that it is definitely not an illusion, but a real existence. Dao Lengyi flashed out from the unknown void, with no emotion, no attention, no contempt, the only thing he had was indifference, and in that moment of one billionth of a breath, it swept across his body every day. In one place, even the soul is no exception.

If one mentions an existence similar to this coldness, the only thing that dialect can think of is the way of heaven, the way of heaven that regards all things as dogs, and the meaning of indifference and the way of heaven treating all beings as equal without any bias are very similar, but dialect knows It can't be the way of heaven, it should be an existence beyond my reach, and my feeling should be similar to that of a mortal when facing a Nascent Soul Dzogchen or even a distracted monk like himself.

At this moment, it showed the role of dialect in refining the aura of many gods like refining the aura of heaven and earth. Although the strength of cultivation is still that of Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the state of mind of dialect is no longer comparable to that of Nascent Soul cultivator, or even Most distracted monks are comparable, and that's why Dialect is able to think about the reasons for things so calmly.

Dialect didn't know whether the fleeting coldness was directed at him or the Qiankun Pot, and whether it was because of the power of the Qiankun Pot that made it go away. In short, everything is back to normal now, but Dialect doesn't Dare to have the slightest carelessness, the sense of urgency that was a little lax flashed out again in this instant, and it was much more urgent than before.

The dialect with a slightly tense expression did not explain anything to Taoist Ziling Hu. Even if he wanted to explain, he didn't know where to start. He could only pass on a piece of spiritual consciousness to reassure the two subordinates, and then concentrated on manipulating the Tai in his hand. Shang Yan continued the unfinished business of refining the Slag Spirit Pill.

But the dialect didn't know that this time the fluctuation was not only felt by him who owned the Qiankun pot, the three ancestors of the Tianxing sect deep in the secret realm of the Tianxing sect, the soul Taoist of the war emperor in the depths of the ancient desolate battlefield, and the bone emperor The bone emperor who retreated in the city and seldom went out, the two ancestors of Bai Yuanzong... Needless to say, these ancestors, it can even be said that almost everyone in the entire Xuanlan domain felt this fluctuation.

It's just too short, not everyone can clearly feel those micro-fluctuations, and more people just ignore it as a fleeting illusion, let alone what this fluctuation means, Only a very small number of people like the ancestors of the Tianxing Sect know that the wave is not a simple wave.

In the realm of Xuanlan, such as the ancestors of the Tianxing Sect and Emperor Wudi, they don't ask about world affairs for a long time, unless the blood emperor is possessed by demons, or the people who will be alarmed by the invasion of the black demon world in Moyuanling are all because of this Taoism. The sudden and fleeting fluctuations made their figures stop, no matter whether they were practicing in closed doors or refining alchemy, they immediately stopped the movements in their hands, and then their expressions changed in shock.

Those who make alchemy ignore alchemy furnaces, and those who refine weapons ignore all kinds of materials, even if they are directly damaged. In just a moment, I don’t know how many high-level spiritual materials disappeared. Compared with the rare things, the slag spirit pill refined in dialect is nothing.

It's just that these losses are not on the minds of the ancestors at the moment. At the moment when the fluctuation suddenly appeared and disappeared, many ancestors whose expressions changed drastically released their spiritual consciousness, and scanned the surroundings, and found nothing. He didn't let it go, it seemed that he wanted to find the source of the fluctuation just now, or he wanted to find the trace of the fluctuation again.

Just a moment later, all the ancestors took back their divine consciousness one after another, no matter how they explored, the wave disappeared, leaving no trace.

People who hadn't asked about world affairs for a long time lost the calmness of the past, and sat cross-legged to think carefully, and those who were close to each other even picked up the Jade Talisman of Communication to send messages to those who were close to them.

(End of this chapter)