Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 844
After a short pause, Taoist Sheng Jie stepped over the gap and fled out. In an instant, an angry voice came out of his mouth. After stepping out of the gap, he saw another space outside. Still full of forbidden runes.

The annoyed Taoist Sheng Jie immediately urged the magic weapon in his hand again, and bombarded towards a wall.

In the following time, rumbling sounds kept ringing, and walls were knocked down by Taoist Sheng Jie, but what appeared in front of him was always one cage after another. The separated cages were connected by a passage.

Forcibly urging the exercise, after all, there was a moment of weakness. After splitting more than ten walls in a row, Taoist Sheng Jie's face turned red and turned pale. Fengyun stick sat cross-legged.

Sheng Jie's stop made Fang Yan heave a sigh of relief. If the bombardment continued like this, Fang Yan's Senran scroll would be smashed from the inside. At that time, all Fang Yan could do was pass Sheng Jie through the formation of Senran scroll Sent to the unknown void.

In fact, at the beginning, dialects were originally intended in this way.

Shortly after being hit by the annihilating force, he was surrounded by four monks who were above the middle stage of distraction. Fang Yan knew that he was in a great trouble. With the comprehension of Fa Yuanyuan, Fang Yan found a little chance of his own from the cracks of the four people's joint efforts.

Sudden attack, after controlling a part of the formation, Fang Yan only had a little capital to negotiate with the other party, but he still couldn't get rid of it completely, unless Fang Yan really planned to die with the four distracted mid-stage monks, so what happened later.

Leaving a middle-stage cultivator of distraction as a hostage is naturally a last resort. Originally, with the strength of the dialect, even if he lost against a mid-stage cultivator of distraction, it was enough to protect himself, but he was already damaged at that time. Dialect can only use the power of the big formation to frighten the opponent.

It wasn't until the dialect tricked this monk with a scar on his face, who thought he was extraordinary, into the space of his magical scroll, that the big rock hanging in his heart was completely let go, and he didn't stay for a moment, and even if he dodged away Of course, Dialect did not forget to completely detonate the already berserk formation at the last moment, even if it could not hurt the distracted mid-stage monks who might be rushed back, it could also disrupt the situation.

Although he was still in Yuanying cultivation, Fang Yan had already used the Senran scroll to trap and kill Taoist Xiang Fei, a monk in the early stage of distraction, but this time he trapped a monk in the middle stage of distraction, but it was only dialect to get out It's an expedient measure, but I didn't expect to be able to kill this distracted mid-stage cultivator in the magic weapon space. It's not that the dialect lacks means, but that the dialect has no energy at all. At this moment, he has been sitting cross-legged to recover from his injuries , Even driving the Senran scroll to fly away in the dead air is also entrusted to Hu Taoist to do it for him, so there is no time to care about the trapped captives.

However, after noticing the series of actions of the distracted mid-stage cultivator, Fang Yan had a different idea in his heart. He was not willing to use methods such as self-destructing magic weapons, but used the method of forcibly increasing the attack power. More than half of the space was destroyed, but in the end, even himself was injured. Dialect, who realized this situation, felt sorry for his magic weapon, and at the same time cursed secretly: "Sure enough, you are an idiot."

Ignoring the captive who wanted to die over there, and not being chased by those people for several days in a row, Fang Yan no longer worried that the prisoner would be able to send accurate information through the Senran scroll, and then Fang Yan regained his composure in his body. In the process of repairing, there is a scroll of Hu Daoist Jia Senran outside. As long as you don’t go too deep, the idle monsters will not be able to find any traces at all. Even if he encounters those people again, he still has enough strength to escape. Maybe he can lure another injured mid-stage distracted monk into the Senran scroll if he sees the opportunity.

Dialect Hu Daoren and his entourage fled all the way in front, while Lone Eagle, An Xiong, and Zhou Hao and his entourage kept tracking behind, day after day passed.

On this day, the dialect who was activating the exercises suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the faint death energy through the dense scroll, as if he could see through it.

"Dialect?" Daoist Hu, who had been scanning around after noticing the dialect's movements and expressions, immediately asked.

"Go that way, we won't have to run away in such a panic when we get there." Fang Yan pointed his finger, then retracted his gaze, closed his eyes again and activated the exercises.

Seeing this, Daoist Hu didn't ask any more questions, just made a slight adjustment, and then urged the dense scroll to fly towards the direction that the dialect just pointed to.

More than a day later, Fang Yan opened his eyes again, and said to the Hu Taoist, "Hu Taoist, turn to the left a little bit, if I expect it to be right, we can rest in half a day."

Daoist Hu, who had already been with Fangyan once, also understood what the dialect meant. The door of the barren tomb of Wu Zu was about to open. Except for that door, there would never be a place where Fang Yan could feel so at ease in the entire field of barren tombs.

Half a day passed by, and when he noticed the fluctuations in the formation in front of him, Daoren Hu immediately controlled the Senran scroll to stop Feidun, turned around to look at Fang Yan, Fang Yan had already put down his skills, and stood up.

A dodge escaped from the magic weapon space of the Senran scroll, and Fang Yan looked up at the huge formation in front of him. After a little exploration, Fang Yan felt the familiar smell in it. Guard the formation.

At that time, with the cultivation base of Yuan Ying and the help of Wu Wentian, the dialect had the confidence to break through the formation. Now that the cultivation base has increased greatly, the knowledge of the formation is even more incomparable. Even if he is alone, he has enough Be sure to break through this formation and enter it, but after returning from the witch clan, Fang Yan knows that he doesn't need to think about breaking the formation at all. He only needs to activate the Sanskrit formula, which is called the sacred formula by the witch clan, and he can Easy in and out.

Sweeping around for a while, seeing nothing, Fang Yan immediately pushed the Fanjue body training technique to the extreme, and soon, an inexplicable attraction came from the formation, and Fang Yan looked at the large formation in front of him again. Going, you can clearly see where the passage is, without hesitation, you step into it with one step.

"Dialect, someone is coming." Suddenly, Taoist Hu gave a warning voice.

Without Daoist Hu's reminder, Fang Yan also noticed the moment he stepped into the formation, and there was a wave of death energy behind him. I looked out.

Three figures flashed out, looking at these three figures, Fang Yan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, after thinking for a while, Fang Yan suddenly flicked out, and a formation talisman shot out from his hand, submerging into the surrounding formation .

After finding out a formation rune, Dialect ignored the affairs outside the formation, and then walked in step by step along the formation path sensed in his consciousness, but from time to time, formation runes would pop up one after another. around.

The three people outside the formation were Lone Eagle, An Xiong, and Zhou Hao, three distracted mid-stage monks who followed the breath of Taoist Sheng Jie all the way. Seeing the sudden appearance of the formation in front of them, the three of them were a little surprised.

"This is the barren tomb guarding formation. This is the barren tomb that has not been broken." After a little investigation, Taoist Zhou Hao exclaimed.

The other two had also noticed it a long time ago, and the three of them looked at each other with joyful expressions on their faces.

The Plain of Barren Mounds was originally the burial place of many monks in ancient times. It is normal to find a barren mound here, but for countless years, in the entire Plain of Barren Mounds, I don’t know how many monks have experienced here. Most of the barren mounds in Tsukahara have now become real barren mounds, and there is nothing in them worthy of the monk's heart.

But the barren mound behind the formation in front of me is obviously not like this. If it had been excavated, there would never be such a large formation left, even if it had not been broken by force, it would have been removed by someone.

As for what an unexcavated barren tomb means, several distracted middle-stage monks naturally know it well, even if it is not a supreme existence like the blood ancestor and the bone ancestor, the barren tomb of any ancient ancestor is also It is enough to make a monk reborn, so it is no wonder that these three people showed such surprise expressions when they saw the big formation.

(End of this chapter)