Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 863
Following several violent fluctuations, the two somewhat embarrassed figures galloped away, and the surroundings gradually returned to calm, only the remaining breath still showed the intensity of the previous fight.

Nine witch monks formed a circle and caged the dialect in it. Compared with chasing and killing the two injured mid-stage monks who were distracted, protecting the dialect here was much more important to them. They just sat around and watched There was a look of surprise in Fang Yan's eyes. Just a moment ago, in front of the eyes of all of them, Dialect at the early stage of distraction urged a black-bladed knife to kill the monk at the middle stage of distraction. It can be seen that there is such power contained in the body.

Knowing the intentions of many monks from the Witch Race, and also able to feel their protection, Fang Yan sits in it with peace of mind and urges his exercises, a trace of the power of stars flashes from the void into Fang Yan's body, and at the same time, there is a trace of pill power Spreading out slowly, I fought with three mid-stage monks who were distracted for a long time before, especially at the last moment, I had three head-on confrontations with Du Tianye's extremely domineering Sword Art of Saving Salary, the dialect wasted a lot, and even a mouthful of life essence was lost , but another body in the middle stage of distraction plus the body of the Nascent Soul is enough to make up for all these losses.

After a few hours, Fang Yan slowly opened his eyes, noticing the concerned gazes from a group of senior witch clan around him, he quickly cupped his hands and saluted, "Thank you, fellow Taoists, for your help."

"You don't need to be polite, fellow daoist in dialect. Originally, you are also doing things for our witch clan. It is our duty to contribute. Besides, with the means of fellow daoists, there will be no great danger without us." The leader Wu Xingyun cupped his hands and said, his words were quite polite.

I know my own family affairs, and the dialect is clear. If there are not a few monks from the Wu tribe, it is hard to say what the consequences will be. The most likely thing is that I can escape from the siege with the star burial robe and the Buddhist formula. But it will definitely suffer a lot of damage. As for beheading Du Tianye, it is even more impossible, especially after seeing Du Tianye's Salary Sword Art, Dialect has a deeper understanding of the tyrannical methods of mid-stage monks who are distracted. Baldy and Luo Yue still had unrevealed secret skills. Hearing Wu Xingyun's words, Fang Yan shook his head and said, "Senior, it's absurd."

Wu Xingyun waved his hand and said: "It's not absurd praise. Originally, you had that kind of strength. You can directly kill the mid-stage monks with the early stage of distraction. Killing those two people, but letting them escape, is a bit ashamed."

"If you didn't care about the younger generation, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened." Dialect said, it was because everyone protected him that the red bald Luo Yue had the opportunity to escape, so naturally Dialect would not have the slightest complaint. In fact, being able to kill Du Tianye was beyond the dialect's expectations. When he met the red bald and the others before, he wanted to teach them a lesson by the way when he broke through the siege. Now he not only killed one of them, but also the others. Although Red Baldy and Luo Yue were not beheaded like Du Tianye, they also suffered serious injuries. It is hard to say that they can recover like this without hundreds of thousands of years. His power is even more admirable, and the guardianship of the witch clan lives up to its reputation.

"Dialect? What did you use just now was Taoism?" Wu Shiyu asked suddenly, but he asked about the method used to kill Du Tianye just now. Although they all felt it, they still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I was lucky enough to touch the threshold of Taoism, but I only touched the threshold, and I don't know when I will be able to enter the room." Dialect did not hide his words, Dang even said.

Hearing the affirmative words in the dialect, several distracted monks of the Witch Clan were a little moved. The practice of the Witch Clan is different from ordinary monks, but they also understand the power of Taoism. The existence of witchcraft, today's dialect has just touched the threshold, and can kill the middle stage of distraction. If one really wants to comprehend the true meaning of Taoism, what a power it is.

He found that Wu Shiyu seemed to be interested in discussing the secrets of Taoism with Dialect, but Wu Xingyun interrupted him: "Fang Yan, can you let me see the witch spirit you mobilized earlier?"

"Wu Ling? Senior is talking about it?" Hearing Wu Xingyun's words, Fang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, his consciousness moved slightly, and the ancient beast that Fang Yan had fought for earlier flashed out.

"Sure enough, it's the ancient four-spirited beast. There should be a few more in dialect." The moment they saw the ancient Kui beast, the eyes of the nine distracted monks of the witch race, including Wu Xingyun, all lit up, and their eyes were full of hope. Affection.

"That's right, the younger generation was lucky enough to collect a magic weapon in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch, and there were four monster bodies in it. It's just that the younger generation's magic power is weak now, so I can only summon this one." Fang Yan said slowly.

Not only Wu Xingyun, but the rest of them also looked excited when they saw the ancient Kui beast in front of Fang Yan, and even urged their skills to move towards the ancient Kui beast cage, not to do anything, but to observe.

After a while, Wu Xingyun closed his eyes on his spiritual consciousness, and said to the dialect again: "That magic weapon is called the Four Spirit Cauldron, an ancient magic weapon of the Wu clan, it is indeed not a magic weapon that can be easily activated, but it is not because of cultivation. It's because you haven't used enough witch clan skills in dialect, and you will practice more sacrifices in the future, and you will be able to summon all four spirit beasts in a short time. Enough to kill them."

Speaking of this, Wu Xingyun paused for a while, and then spoke again after a while, and asked slowly: "Dare to ask the dialect friend, the eye of heaven?"

Hearing Wu Xingyun's question, all the monks of the Wu clan showed apprehension, even nervous expressions. Looking at the dialect, they knew that the dialect could enter the barren mound again after a hundred years, and no one would not immediately be trapped in the illusion. Many people in the village were rescued.

"Fortunately, Brother Cicada, continue." As he spoke, Fang Yan waved his hand to take the ancient Kui beast back, and then flipped his hands, and an eyeball sealed by a series of runes appeared in his hand, just the eyeball at this moment It's only the size of a palm, and it's tightly closed, without the slightest flash of light. It's far from the appearance in the original mural.

Seeing the things in Dialect's hands, a group of witch monks could no longer suppress their excitement and shouted out loudly.

"The eyes of the gods are indeed the eyes of the gods."

"Ancestor Wu has a spirit."

"Thousands of my people can get out of trouble, and no longer live a life that is worse than death."

After receiving the God's Eye from Fang Yan, Wu Chanming also couldn't help himself, and two clear streams flowed from his eyes in an instant: "Thank you, Fang Yan, you are the benefactor of my Wu family."

After finishing speaking, he actually wanted to bow down to Fang Yan, so frightened, Fang Yan quickly stretched out his hand to hold Wu Chanming up: "Brother Chanming, this is going to kill my brother."

After all, he still did not kneel down to worship, but Wu Chanming still bowed down in front of Fang Yan, and made a heavy salute. Not only Wu Chanming, but also the other distracted monks of the Wu clan also bowed down, but it was not dialect who could do it. I stopped it.

Although he has no experience with the Wu Zhi Clan, Dialect can still feel their state of mind at the moment. His people have been imprisoned for tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of years, and now they suddenly have the hope of getting out of trouble. No matter how excited they are, even if these people Already an existence above distraction, Fang Yan thought of this, so he couldn't stop him so he simply stopped dodging, but he also bowed down and returned the salute.

After a while, Wu Chanming handed the Eye of Heaven in his hands to many clansmen, letting them feel the sacred objects of the clan that they have been talking about for a long time.

After going around for a while, Wu Xingyun finally put away the sacred object: "Dialect, as Chanming said before, you are the benefactor of my witch clan. This is the order of the supreme witch god of my witch clan. From now on, my witch clan You can come and go freely anywhere in the Wu Clan, and if something happens to you, I, a member of the Wu Clan, will go down on my own, and you can arrange it as much as you want, don't refuse."

Seeing that the dialect was about to speak, Wu Xingyun stopped him directly, and then took out a jade slip and handed it to the dialect, saying: "Here are some skills of my Wu clan, and some insights from my cultivation. The one family is different from the Sky Star Sect's cultivation methods, but there are similarities in the return of all the methods to the clan, and you have just touched the threshold of Taoism, so it may be of some help to you."

After handing the jade slip to Fang Yan, before Fang Yan could speak, Wu Xingyun raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't know which fellow Taoist is concerned about my Wu Clan's affairs. After observing for so long, it's time to come out and show your face."

The other monks of the Wu clan around heard the words and their expressions froze at the same time, and they activated the exercises again in an instant.

(End of this chapter)