Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 850
Seeing that Taoist Sheng Jie, who had been at the end of his battle before, finally lost his breath, Dialect didn't stop his movements immediately, and cautiously urged the poison of peach miasma and the poison of scorpion to continue wandering in the body of the middle-stage monk who was distracted on the ground After a while, Fang Yan stopped his figure, then sat down cross-legged, and began to refine the elixir to restore his strength. A smear of bright red and a black thread shot out from the fleshy body on the ground, and disappeared into Fang Yan's body in an instant The trace, the fierce ancient beast before also shrank into a black bead and fell into the hands of dialect.

Killed another Distraction cultivator, and he was still a solid mid-stage Distraction cultivator. Although he had many favorable conditions, the other party was seriously injured, and was trapped in the magic weapon space, but he had just been promoted to Distraction in dialect. With such a feat, if people want to know about it, they will be shocked, but the dialect will not publicize it at all, and making money in silence is the consistent principle of dialects.

The four middle-stage monks of distraction have now gone to the second one. Looking at the body of Taoist Sheng Jie falling in front of them and the body of the Nascent Soul in it, think about another mid-stage monk of distraction in another space, Immediately afterwards, Dialect checked the movement on the platform outside through the Senran scroll, and his face showed a bit of sternness. After this battle, Dialect became more confident and settled.

After a long time, Dialect, who had recovered most of his mana and consciousness, stood up, waved his hand and took the body on the ground into his hands. After a while, bits and pieces scattered from Taoist Sheng Jie's body.

"Not only an idiot, but also a poor ghost." Looking at the pile of magical treasures and spirits scattered in front of him, Fang Yan pouted and said.

"Dialect, you are used to living a luxurious life. How many people in the Xuanlan Realm have your wealth, and this one has such a magic weapon, which is considered a good existence." Hu Taoist heard Fang Yan's words , and couldn't help curling his lips to say, but he spoke in dialect.

Ignoring Taoist Hu's words, his dialect consciousness scanned the pile of spiritual objects and magic weapons. It can be seen that this mid-stage distracted monk named Taoist Sheng Jie is not a wealthy master, and the top-grade spiritual weapons are naturally No, the highest-grade magic weapon among the few is the scepter magic weapon he swung in his hand earlier, with two seal characters "Fengyun" engraved on the handle, and the rest are just middle-grade spiritual weapons. Medium stuff, Dialect just glanced at it a few times, didn't study it carefully, and put them together with the physical body into the Qiankun Pot.

There are still a few jade slips, except that one of the jade slips is an alchemy formula, which took a moment to scan through, other dialects such as the experience of exercises are just casually scanned, and they are quickly discovered. However, I don't know how many of these things there are in the treasure hall of Tianxingzong, not to mention that the content of these jade slips on this unknown casual cultivator is comparable, and the dialect is naturally despised.

However, a few jade bottles containing pills made Fang Yan pause for a while. Needless to say, those who replenished mana and consciousness, Fang Yan readily accepted it, but the last jade bottle made Fang Yan somewhat interested. After opening the seal , a wave of pure aura flashed out immediately, and it can be concluded that even if it is not the seventh-rank elixir, it is definitely the best of the sixth-rank medicine based on the breath dialect. It's a stench, maybe there is something else to use, but the current dialect is not in the mood to study, and then put these into the Qiankun pot and ignore it.

After everything was collected, Fang Yan frowned and thought about it. The Taoist named Zhou Hao who was still imprisoned over there was not within the scope of Fang Yan's consideration. There would always be a chance to clean up and kill him in the future. , What should the two outside do? Don't even think about confronting them head-on. Just now, the mid-stage monk who was distracted was seriously injured, and he needs to attack with all his strength to kill him. Facing those two, he can Paul is not bad.

Ever since I absorbed that Zhou Hao into the Senran scroll, the remaining two distracted mid-stage cultivators have become more cautious than before. Sleepy Zhou Hao's method won't work anymore, Fang Yan senses the movement in the black atmosphere outside through the Senran scroll, and slowly thinks.

"Hu Taoist, how sure are you that you can stop the joint bombardment of two distracted mid-stage monks?" After some thinking, the dialect who couldn't figure out a trick asked Hu Taoist casually.

"Two big monks in the middle stage of distraction? Dialect, are you kidding? Even if the star burial robe can stop it, you can't withstand that kind of impact. Even if your body training technique is powerful, it is comparable to the middle-grade spirit." It may not be possible until you reach the middle stage of distraction or at least the peak of early stage distraction." Daoist Hu immediately poured a pot of cold water down.

Hearing the words of Daoist Hu, the dialect curled his lips again. How come he doesn't know the dialect spoken by Taoist Hu?No, even if Fang Yan denies his own idea, although this platform can imprison them for a while, it can't imprison them forever, Fang Yan has no bottom in his heart.

It would be fine if they died here directly, but after a long time, it is hard to say that the two of them will not find a way to leave this platform, not to mention whether they can get any benefits from the Wuzu barren tomb, it is just two distractions The monks in the mid-term are enough to make Fang Yan always vigilant. The previous few people have shown that Fang Yan knows that they have already developed a murderous heart for themselves, and even offended the reputation of the Tianxing Sect, unless they plan to stay in the sect in the future, or Go out to practice together with the seniors of the sect, otherwise it will be a great trouble after all, and I don't know if there is a chance to encounter such favorable conditions again.

A moment later, a ruthless look suddenly flashed in Fang Yan's eyes.

"Dialect?" Daoist Hu, who was aware of the fluctuation of Fangyan's spiritual consciousness, immediately looked at Fangyan.

"Hu Daoren, wait until you use all your strength to use the Star Burial Robe to protect us, whether you succeed or not will be hit here." Fang Yan didn't try to explain, but just ordered Hu Daoren, with a hint of determination in his tone.

Knowing that dialect has made up his mind, Daoist Hu didn't know what dialect was going to do, so he didn't ask any more questions, just responded, and then looked out through the scroll like dialect, but unfortunately he didn't practice the Buddhist formula like dialect With the body forging technique, one can only see the black aura diffused outside and feel a slight fluctuation, but it is difficult to know the specific details of the black aura.

Suddenly, there was a surge of black air outside, and Taoist Hu knew that this was a sign that the phantom monster was about to appear again.

Immediately, Daoist Hu heard a voice shouting in dialect: "Daoist Hu, get ready."

"Don't worry." Knowing that Fang Yan was about to make a move, Daoist Hu responded immediately. Although he didn't know what Fang Yan wanted to do, he was already ready to activate the magic weapon on his body at any time.

The black aura outside was churning more and more intensely. When the battle reached its climax, it would be time for the two distracted mid-stage monks to kill the two phantom monsters. At this moment, Daoist Hu noticed A breath flickered beside him, and a figure escaped from the space of the Senran scroll magic weapon.

Daoist Hu, who was about to cry out in surprise, soon realized that it was not his master dialect that escaped just now, and the dialect at this moment was still standing by his side, watching the outside intently.

Recalling the induction situation just now, Daoist Hu showed a little surprised look on his face. He knew who that figure was, that is, the mid-stage monk who was distracted and killed together with his master dialect. At the same time, Daoist Hu also Guessing Dialect's plan, a monk at the early stage of distraction abandoned the body of a great monk at the middle stage of distraction in this way. Even Hu Daoist, who had followed Dialect for a long time, couldn't help but feel admiration again. It is still impossible to reach the peak of distraction in the early stage, but it is absolute to improve the cultivation base and strength.

Knowing the urgency of the matter, Daoist Hu didn't say a word, but he paid more attention to the connection with the magic weapon of the body in his mind.

Suddenly, a stern voice came from the outside into the Senran scroll.

"Sheng Jie? Can you finally show yourself?" It was the voice of the most powerful Lone Eagle Taoist.

"No, this is not Sheng Jie." Then another exclamation sounded, but it was Taoist An Xiong who had already confronted the dialect before.

(End of this chapter)