Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 856 On the High Platform
The shadow of dialect may have flashed in the minds of many Wu clansmen in the death atmosphere outside the barren mound, just like the singing of witch cicadas, but it only passed away in a flash. The time is too short. The family's Vatican Jue body training has only been broken through for a few years. Although he knows that the dialect has broken through the distraction, he doesn't think he will be so eager to enter the barren mound to fulfill the promise of the year, let alone the early distraction. Dialect has the ability to step on the ancestral spirit platform, and has even touched the eyes of the gods.

Many monks of the Wu clan gathered together, after discussing for a while, they all regained their calm, and sat down cross-legged with Wu Chanming, urging their own clan's skills, sensing the surroundings carefully, not daring to miss a single trace.

He didn't know the dialect in the barren mound, and suddenly he attracted a lot of attention. At this moment, he was in a mess, and his body was already dyed red by traces of blood seeping from his flesh and blood. His dialect didn't bother to pay attention to some minor details. He was sitting cross-legged under the huge monster skeleton with his eyes closed, urging his exercises with all his strength, surrounded by dense white bones. Impressively, the unparalleled power is almost substantive, covering the entire platform.

It also refers directly to the physical body, which has nothing to do with the soul or mana cultivation. The only thing that can be oppressed by this unparalleled power is the flesh body. Many magic weapons are useless, and many exercises can't stop half of it. At the height of the fourth floor, four drops of the extremely pure blood of the witch ancestors have been continuously absorbed and refined on this level of bones. Dialect still needs to use his kung fu with all his strength to resist this power.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yan's expression became more and more determined. Perhaps because he was used to such power and oppression, Fang Yan suddenly made some movements, and his fingers seemed to spread his palms slightly. It was just such a simple movement. At this moment, Fang Yan But it seemed to be as heavy as moving a mountain, and it took hundreds of breaths. Dialect's palm was only opened halfway, revealing a drop of black and shiny liquid. The blood is a little more refined than the previous few drops, but it has just been put into the hands, and it has boundless power and coercion before it has time to explore it, and the dialect has not yet absorbed it and refined it for its own use.

It wasn't until this moment that Dialect finally had the strength to spare. After a while, the pure Wuzu power began to seep into Fang Yan's body. With Fang Yan's current strength, if he wanted to directly fight against this tremendous power and coercion, he could only The stalemate, Fang Yan is not sure how long he can hold the stalemate, looking at the things flickering in the blackness not far in front of him, although it is covered by the blackness, Fang Yan knows that the things in it are the gods entrusted by the witch clan to collect. Right now, half a hundred miles away, the goal is now a few feet away, but it is difficult to go further with the current strength, and the only way to improve is to have hope. At this moment, the dialect really needs to use the last drop of Wu Zu's blood. Confront the power emanating from the bones of this famous monster.

It would be better not to ingest the blood of the witch ancestors. Just now a few traces of the witch clan's power entered the body, and Fang Yan suddenly found himself struggling a bit. For this reason, he took the risk of being overwhelmed and killed by this power to complete it. It was only in an instant that Fang Yan realized that it was not because of the sudden increase in external power, but because of the Fan Jue body training technique. It was a great pain when the blood of the ancestor of the witch was transformed. Before, there was no boundless coercion outside and the dialect had to be suppressed. Now it feels naturally much more obvious.

After figuring out the truth of the matter, the dialect has settled down a lot. As long as the external power does not suddenly increase, or the pain is a bit more, it will not cause the dialect to fall because of it, but it can temper the already refined body again. Bloodline, for this kind of thing, the dialect can't ask for it, so just keep calm and continue to activate the exercises.

A trace of the ancestor's blood kept pouring into his body from Fang Yan's hands, and from time to time, Fang Yan would tremble and almost fell down.

On the previous level of bones, although Daoist Hu could not help dialects resist the power and coercion, he could still show up from time to time. Being able to hide in the depths of the dialect's body can only rely on the mental connection with the dialect to sense the various states of the dialect.

After several days in a row, the dialect trembled again, and it seemed to be a little heavier than before. After all, Zi Ling had less experience. When encountering such a situation, he still asked Hu Taoist: "Hu Daoist, the dialect will be fine. Bar."

"It shouldn't be a problem. The dialect has always been cautious, and even taking risks is a bit sure. It seems that he still wants to use the power here to improve his skills." Taoist Hu sensed the movement of the dialect, and said to Zi Ling at the same time talking.

"That's good. If the strength of the dialect improves again, maybe without waiting for him to break through the middle stage of distraction, my Ziheng Furnace is expected to be promoted to a high-grade spiritual weapon." Ziling is naturally very happy about the improvement of the dialect's strength, not only For the dialect, and his magic weapon.

"Is it such a simple thing to be promoted to a high-grade spiritual weapon? In the current Xuanlan Domain, even materials that are not too high-level, such as Xingji fine iron, are so precious. If you want to find a magic weapon that can improve your body's rank The material, I don’t know how much effort it will take, not to mention the promotion of the magic weapon, it’s hard to say that you will not fall, why are you so excited.” Hu Taoist lost no time in hitting Zi Ling’s optimism.

"You are worried that after my body magic weapon breaks through, I will steal your limelight. Ha, if it is true that the Ziheng Furnace has been promoted to a top-grade spiritual weapon, don't come and ask me to refine the elixir for you." Zi Ling said this time He didn't argue with Taoist Hu any more, but said with a smile.

Realizing that the dialect is not too dangerous, Taoist Hu was attracted by Zi Ling's words: "Well? You said I begged you to refine the elixir? We are the body of the weapon spirit, no, maybe you have the pill to improve the body of the weapon spirit square?"

"Hehe." Zi Ling chuckled, but didn't speak.

Seeing Zi Ling's expression, Hu Taoist didn't know that he must have a bottom line in his heart. Thinking about it, Zi Ling had been researching Fang Dan Ling Yubi a while ago, and immediately shouted: "Sure enough, there is such a pill. ?

Zi Ling didn't hold back any more, and immediately said: "Yes, but the effect is only known after it is refined and tried. It's just that this pill requires a high-grade spiritual weapon, the Pill Furnace, to be successfully refined, and today's Ziheng Furnace is It's hard to do."

"A high-grade spiritual weapon? A high-grade spiritual weapon? A elixir that needs a high-grade spiritual weapon to refine, isn't it at least a seventh-grade or even an eighth-grade elixir?" Daoist Hu said repeatedly.

"Rank [-]." Zi Ling said in the interface.

"Eight-rank, the highest-grade elixir refined by dialect is only sixth-rank. If you want to refine eight-rank elixir, even if Ziheng Furnace is promoted to a high-grade spiritual weapon, it cannot be refined by dialect." Daoist Hu When he even realized that there was this kind of pill, he didn't know when the pill fell into his mouth, at least not right now.

"Refining sixth-grade pills was something that happened before the distraction of the dialect. Now it's a distraction. It doesn't take long to refine the seventh-grade pills. It's not that you don't know the dialect's ability. It's hard to say that you can't Coincidentally, an eighth-grade elixir was refined, not to mention me." Zi Ling said confidently.

"That's all for the future, but if there is any good material in the future, it's better to let Dialect get it. Maybe we should encourage him to collect some Xingji refined iron?" Although it was a long time later, Daoist Hu also It's not true that he didn't care at all, and he really used his brains to improve Ziheng Furnace's rank right now.

After all, the body of the weapon spirit is no better than the body of a monk. It is much more difficult to break through the catastrophe. Many times, the magic weapon of the body survives the catastrophe, but the spirit of the weapon disappears. In fact, Taoist Hu is not the first weapon of the star burial robe Otherwise, with the rank of the top-grade spirit weapon in the star burial robe, when the dialect encountered it, there would not be a weapon spirit that was only in the late Yuanying period.

Hearing Daoist Hu's words, Zi Ling nodded repeatedly, and was about to speak again when he suddenly noticed the movement of the dialect outside.

"What's the matter, the dialect is dangerous?" Zi Ling shouted immediately.

"Don't panic." Daoist Hu was much calmer, and then carefully sensed the movement of the dialect.

(End of this chapter)