Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 890
More than ten days have passed, and the dialect has been repeatedly confirmed. This is indeed the location that the monk said at the beginning, but I have already searched almost inch by inch within a million miles around, and the other few are used as reference. I have seen the island, but I still haven't found my destination, Qixing Banyue Island.

The dialect even killed many native sea beasts, trying to find out some clues from their spiritual memory, but the wisdom of the sea beasts here is really too underground, and there is not much else in the memory except killing and eating. The same is true for existences as strong as seventh-order monsters.

With a few reference islands around, Dialect's doubts about that monk have eased a lot. If what he said is really a lie, not to mention the power of the oath, he doesn't have to say it so carefully, just make it up. A few islands are enough, but the dialect also knows that the monk still has a lot of reservations at that time. At least the few reference islands he mentioned are not the most conspicuous, or even very hidden. They are not above the sea at all. After the waves fluctuate, it will be revealed, and it will be submerged under the waves in an instant.

"What happened? Did the islands disappear out of thin air?" Dialect landed on a small island again this day, and he looked around and thought to himself.

Looking at the reference island in the distance with the thousands of feet of waves churning, revealing and then hiding from time to time, dialect's heart moved slightly: "Could it be that the island with seven stars and the moon is also under the ocean?"

Thinking about this, the dialect doesn't care whether it's right or wrong, and jumped into the huge waves that just rose, without a single wave, the dialect has already gone down to the depths of the seabed, the dialect today is no longer the golden core cultivation base of the year, Even if it is not covered with a magic weapon like the long river scroll, as long as it restrains its breath, these stupid sea beasts in the sea will not be able to detect it.

There are still thousands of feet of huge waves above the ocean, and when entering the depths of the sea, Dialect is even more aware of the power contained in the endless sea water around him. The deeper he goes, the stronger the power becomes. Seeing where his target is, and the pressure around him is already enormous, even the distracted cultivator Fang Yan needs to activate his kung fu to resist the surroundings.

"Haven't found it yet? Did I guess wrong?" After going deeper for a while, Dialect scanned the surroundings, but still didn't see any islands with seven stars accompanying the moon, he paused slightly, and said secretly again.

It's just that the dialect only paused for a moment, and then stopped thinking about other things. He plunged again and went deeper. Since he came down, he had to find out.

Seven thousand feet, eight thousand feet, and soon it will be nearly ten thousand feet. The surroundings are already pitch black. Dialect has been releasing his consciousness to scan the surroundings, but there is still only endless sea water, and there is no such thing as an island protruding.

Without stopping for a moment, Fang Yan continued to go deeper. Suddenly, a flash of vigilance flashed in Fang Yan's heart. At this moment, Fang Yan realized that he was locked by a breath. Are there other monks?
The many sea beasts I met before could not have acted like this. If they had already pounced on them, Fang Yan would have thought of other monks in just a moment. A monk is nothing, and it would not be a surprise to meet one in this vast seabed.

Soon Fang Yan knew that he had guessed wrong. Just as he released his consciousness and wanted to exchange a few words with the other party, he noticed a violent fluctuation coming towards him from the depths below. When it is neutral, it has a little more strength. This is unlikely to be the movement of the monks, not that the power is not enough. With this power alone, the dialect can conclude that the comer has the strength that is not inferior to the distraction, but how can the distraction cultivator be so powerful? Doing this kind of useless work, just wasting mana to create momentum?Although such an attack is powerful, it is not concentrated at all. It is impossible to kill opponents of the same generation, even to injure them.

It's just that there are monsters here?All the people encountered along the way were just fierce sea beasts, but the mighty master in front of him clearly had some wisdom. No matter what, some changes are a good thing after all. Without a moment's hesitation, the dialect immediately activated the exercises slowly, With a dodge, he went forward instead of retreating to meet this power.

Dialect's actions seemed to have enraged that unknown being. Just as he blocked the first bombardment power, waves of follow-ups followed one after another, a bit more violent than the first one, and there were also some Some warning breath of hate.

"Haha, you're really wise, maybe the matter of Seven Stars with the Moon Island is going to fall on your head." I didn't find a sea beast with a little wisdom all the way, but now I finally found one, and the dialect immediately felt a little happy , his figure was a little faster, and he galloped towards the source of the power.

The warning became more and more intense, and dialect didn't pay attention to it. He urged the exercises to protect himself, and went straight down. Vaguely, dialect's consciousness had already seen the bottom of the ocean with undulating mountains.

The moment dialect stepped on the sea floor, a mountain that was originally silent trembled slightly, and then a mountain peak suddenly fell down and fell towards dialect with an astonishing momentum.

"It really is you?" Fang Yan was not surprised at all. He seemed to have expected to be attacked. He waved his hand and slapped the fallen mountain away. Fang Yan Lianshan showed a little surprise. He thought the sea beast was hiding here Under the mountain, I checked again at this moment, but found that the mountain trembling just now seemed to be the body of the monster, and the mountain peak that just fell down was a part of its body. If this was the case, the sea beast was too big. On the shore of the ocean, I met the hundreds of feet monster. Compared with the huge monster in front of me, which was as huge as a mountain and stretched for hundreds of miles, it could be said to be a miniature pet.

The strength of a monster is naturally not judged by its size, but the strength of this huge monster in front of it is comparable to its size, which is above the strength of a seventh-order monster, which is not bad at all compared to a god-distracting cultivator. Although Dialect didn't notice its killing power, it is undoubtedly extremely powerful in terms of defense alone. Dialect urged the flying sword to slash down, but it was difficult to hurt its roots. The mountain-like body seemed to be its own armor. The spiritual armor can resist all killing.

This kind of defense may be indestructible to other sea beasts in the East Pole Ocean, but it is not enough for distracted monks like Dialect. It was the sea beast that was born in the ocean and grew up in the ocean. It was very familiar with the power of the water system, and it couldn't resist the dialect's bombardment. Several rumbling sounds resounded in the depths of the mountain at the foot of the dialect.

"Huh? The skin is so rough and the flesh is so thick?" Watching the tens of feet of things collapse from under his feet, Fang Yan didn't notice that the sea beast's breath was weak at all, and there was not even a trace of blood dripping out. Such harm seemed to be just for him. As if scratching an itch, the dialect paused slightly, surprised at the powerful defense of this unknown sea beast, and then urged the flying sword mixed with spirit thunder to kill again. As for the counter attack of this sea beast, it had already activated the star burial method. He didn't pay much attention to the dialect of the robe and the Fanjue body training technique. With the power it stimulated right now, it was impossible to break through the defense.

This sea beast is really good at defense. The continuous bombardment of the dialect is a mountain hundreds of miles away, and it should have dug a big hole long ago. In a short time, the previous defects were filled up, and the continuous bombardment of dialects seemed to be scraping the skin of this mountain, layer after layer.

A quarter of an hour later, there was a bit of anger and a bit of fear in the previous non-stop warnings, and as the dialect was bombarded again and again, the mountain-like monster finally felt afraid, and it was again. The thick defense, under the condition that the dialect is not afraid of its attack, is peeled off layer by layer, and there will be a moment when it will hurt its body.

Aware of the slight fear shown by this giant beast, Fang Yan's hands moved a little more violently, and at the same time the pressure of spiritual consciousness was overwhelmed: "Surrender to me, and you will not die."

I don't know if this sea beast didn't have the meaning of dialect at all, or it was unwilling to surrender to a little guy who was countless times smaller than him. In short, after a wave of divine sense coercion, the sea beast that was originally showing a little bit of fear suddenly became fierce. Up, it was just a few mountain-like existences around the dialect sweeping back and forth, but at this moment, the whole mountain has moved, and the mountains of hundreds of miles have moved, and the movements are extremely fast, which is not like the speed that such a body should have. .

(End of this chapter)