Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 858
The fluctuations of the Four Spirit Formation calmed down. Whether it succeeded or failed, a group of Wu clan members showed a solemn look on their faces. It was related to the ability of hundreds of thousands of clan members to escape from the illusion, so they couldn't help but do so.

The concentrated people urged the witch clan's skills, and carefully sensed the surroundings until the void, trying to sense some aura, but after a while, they all showed disappointment on their faces, and no aura was revealed.

"Could it be that he was killed by the witch spirit?" A monk asked in a low voice.

"Probably not. Even if he is no match for the four witch spirits, he can persist for such a long time. There is still a great possibility of withdrawing, unless he doesn't order the four to fight. A monk with such a cultivation level would not know how stupid he is." Dang even Someone interjected, but it was Wu Shiyu.

The rest of the people also nodded secretly when they heard Wu Shiyu's words. They also thought the same way. This is also the best result for the Wu clan. It's just that there is no breath at the moment. Whether this inference is correct or not is uncertain for a while. Sure.

"No matter what, we have someone to wait here, and we can't give up until the next time the Wuzu Desolate Tomb is opened." Wu Xingyun's words sounded slowly.

"Well, maybe that person was injured, and maybe he stayed in the barren mound to recover." Wu Chanming also said.

"It's also possible. We'll wait another half a year. If there's still no movement, we'll take turns returning to the clan." Wu Shiyu also nodded.

For a hundred years, it is only a mere retreat for these monks who are above distracted. For the sake of the tribe, even if they spend hundreds or even thousands of years here, no one will object. It is just that so many monks who are distracted are already There is a huge force of the Wu Clan, so it is impossible to stay here. The big formation in the Wu Clan still needs to be mobilized by everyone, otherwise, the phantom formation will be destroyed before the Eye of God returns, then It was too late.

Many distracted cultivators of the Witch Clan also lost interest in speaking, and after a short while, they each closed their eyes and slowly started their exercises. Startled by these cold and harsh air.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and Dialect did not fall as expected by the Wu clan. He still stayed under the bones of the three-story high platform, but the black mass in front of him disappeared, and the four ancient monsters from before disappeared. , only one stone platform remained in place, and Fang Yan was sitting cross-legged on it at the moment to activate the exercises.

On this day, Fang Yan stopped his exercises, slowly opened his eyes, communicated with the Hu Taoist Zi Ling in his spiritual consciousness for a moment, then looked around for a while, stood up, and stepped down the square stone platform. Immediately, the power that could not be felt on the stage flashed again, but at this moment, the dialect was no longer as difficult as before. After refining the last drop of ancestor witch's blood that day, the dialect's Vatican exercises improved again, and even the dialect was no longer as difficult as before. Once sensed the location of the barrier, this has surpassed the statement that the Fanjue body training technique mentioned by everyone in the Wuzhi clan has only four levels. Although I don’t know if it is expected to break through to a higher level, at least it is now enough for the dialect to walk on the bones Among the mighty energy, it's just that the movements are still very slow.

Fang Yan stepped onto the teleportation array that appeared after stepping on the high platform. The moment the teleportation array fluctuated, Fang Yan turned around and looked at the empty space in his gaze on the platform where he was just now, revealing a little Pity.

Climb to the three-story high platform and pass many tests. For the Wu ancestor inheritance that is as famous as the bone ancestor and the blood ancestor, Dialect naturally has a lot of interest. These days, Dialect has also thought about it. Maybe there is a chance to get the inheritance of the Wu ancestor, but it is a pity that in half a year, every inch of the local dialect has been passed on the platform and under the bones, and there is no discovery at all. Except for the boundless power and coercion, there is no fluctuation flashing.

Only the platform where the Eye of God was originally located is different from other places, but it cannot be touched by the current dialect at all. A barrier is invisible, but it is as solid as a stone. No matter what method the dialect uses, it is like a mud cow. I can guess that my chances are not enough, or that I have not passed the final test of the Wu ancestor, or that only the Wu family has the conditions to accept the inheritance. Inheritance, in a few years, after your own strength has improved, you can try again.

In the slight regret of the dialect, the wave of teleportation flashed, and a wave of space passed by. In an instant, the surroundings were no longer in the scene of the barren mounds, but this time it was not teleported into the Dragon Valley like last time. Surrounded by dead air, Dialect found himself still in the wilderness.

He poked around in unnecessary dialects, and then urged his movements to leave. Suddenly, a breath flashed, and a mighty energy enveloped him.

"En?" Dialect paused slightly, it is not uncommon to be attacked and killed anywhere in the ancient deserted battlefield, no matter if it is a monster or a monk, they may be enemies here, Fang Yan was slightly taken aback, this way The aura was actually a familiar aura, Taoist Luo Yue, one of the three mid-stage distracted monks who led him and Wu Wentian into the Wuzu's barren tomb.

"En?" The same questioning voice came from Taoist Luo Yue who had just flashed out.

"Senior Luo Yue, are you here all right?" Fang Yan said slowly, but his tone was far from a greeting, and there was a trace of murderous intent in the coldness.

Fang Yan has never forgotten what happened back then. He was hired by the red bald man to help them enter the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch. But it was plotted by the three of them. If it wasn't for the appearance of Wu Chanming and the aura of the Heavenly Star Sect in the Star Burial robe, it would be hard to say that I would not have been seriously injured when I broke through the blockade of the three of them. It is not certain to kill the demon boss.

After that time, he concentrated on cultivating the dialect and didn't do much research. After some inquiries, he found out that those people had disappeared since that time. Unexpectedly, this time I ran into one of them, Taoist Luo Yue, who had already killed several mid-stage monks who were distracted. Bad breath.

"It's been a mere hundred years, but it's actually promoted to distraction, but that's all." Taoist Luo Yue looked up and down slightly, surprised because he found that the dialect was actually promoted to distraction, but he ignored it after a short while, and shouted in his mouth, Urging the flying sword to slash down towards the dialect, it was an extremely fierce killing method once he got started.

Previously, the three mid-stage monks who were distracted by Lone Eagle, An Xiong, and Sheng Jie were killed, but the dialect knew that it was a tricky move. If they fought head-on, it would definitely not go so smoothly. Perhaps killing one person would require all means. The strength of the dialect at this moment is much stronger than that of the physical body at that time, and there are some unexpected gains in the barren mound, but it is still very difficult to kill Luo Yue who is in the mid-stage of distraction head-on.

Seeing the killing sword light flashed by Taoist Luo Yue, Fang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't activate his Dawu sword formation, but moved his hands slightly, a small cauldron appeared in his hand, and then a monster in the cauldron The aura flashed, but it was an ancient Kui beast with a seventh-level aura flashing out.

Since the ancient Kui beast that had just been revealed met the bombardment of Taoist Luo Yue, Fang Yan himself just activated the power of the Star Burial Robe and took a defensive posture, clearly intending to plot against Luo Yue.

But soon, Fang Yan knew that he was not plotting against the other party, but was being plotted against him by others. After a few breaths of time, two breaths flashed around him one after another, the same familiar mid-stage monk's breath of distraction, Red Baldy and Du Tianye.

The slightly frightened dialect in my heart has not had time to think about why a few people suddenly appeared here. The red bald Du Tianye and the two who just flashed out have already thrown several array flags around, and there are also several monks above the late Nascent Soul , In an instant, a formation wave suddenly appeared around, covering the surroundings, and he and Taoist Luo Yue who were fighting were in the center of the formation.

At this moment, Dialect had already guessed that the three of them were coming for him, otherwise it would have been impossible for them to appear so quickly and with such an arrangement. Killed one of them, but lost the previous self-confidence, but did not immediately bombard, looking for an opportunity to retreat, but still urged the star burial robe, and continued to command the ancient Kui beast to fight with people.

(End of this chapter)