Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 892

The person who came was the distracted cultivator who exchanged a piece of Xingji fine iron with the news of this place from Fang Yan for a hundred-turn pure baby pill. Fang Yan didn't expect such a coincidence, so he came here to find Xingji Jing Iron, he came just in time, but thinking about the behavior of this monk at that time, it seems that he has been collecting star iron to earn spirit stones here for many years, so it is very strange for him to appear here now. normal.

The moment he discovered the monk's figure, Fang Yan had already put away his aura scroll, and no longer covered the hole below where the spiritual energy escaped, but simply absorbed all the spiritual energy that escaped .

After urging the Senran scroll to cover his aura, Fang Yan's face was very calm. He searched around and couldn't find out how to proceed, but now someone came to the road. According to his own statement, this monk is here. I don't know how many times, maybe I can follow this distracted monk into it.

Dialect, who was thinking in his heart, restrained his breath, and quietly observed the outside. The other party was a middle-stage monk who was distracted. Dialect only glanced through the scroll, but did not probe out his consciousness. Although there was a transaction, it did not Without the slightest friendship, if the other party finds out, it is hard to say whether it will be a fellow or an opponent. In this kind of place, monks are more dangerous than those sea beasts.

Seeing the monk looking around, his face also seemed to be puzzled, Fang Yan couldn't help thinking of his previous guess, could it be that something happened here really recently?Otherwise, this person has been here countless times, and he shouldn't be like this.

After looking around for a while, the cultivator suddenly changed his expression slightly and fell down. He must have sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations in the pit.

Same as the choice of dialect, after looking around, the monk also immediately sacrificed a magic weapon to cover the pothole again.

Sensing the movement of the other party, he sensed the power of the magic weapon of the other party for a while. Dialect did not urge his figure to escape, but still hid in the hole and let the other party urge the magic weapon to cover him. The effect of concealing the breath is extremely reliable. If you act rashly, it may arouse the other party's vigilance. Previously, I used the scroll to cover the breath and then put it away. It's hard to say that this monk has no doubts in his heart. If there is any movement, it's hard to say what will happen. It also sensed that although the magic weapon of the other party had the breath of a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it was just a magic weapon to isolate the breath. If something happened, Dialect had the confidence to break it in one fell swoop. In such a situation, he wanted to use this It is not surprising that the dialect of the distracted monk who explores the path chooses a place closer to the opponent.

The cultivator, who had covered up the aura from the pothole, escaped in a flash. I don't know if he was also going to investigate the location of the islands like himself, but even if the other party was no longer by his side, the dialect still didn't make any movement. Even if you want to act, it's not now, push yourself and others to distract the mid-stage monks, and there is another middle-grade spiritual weapon magic weapon of the opponent outside, so it's hard to say that you won't leave any means.

Not long after, the distracted monk returned to Fang Yan's eyes again. Fang Yan saw that the monk's face was a little more happy, as if he had picked up some treasure. Under Fang Yan's gaze, the monk typed out Ways and means.

Formation everyone?Just a few hand formulas, Fang Yan found that the other party's formation skills are very high, at least not worse than his own, everyone's understanding of the origin is different, and comprehension is naturally different, but Fang Yan can see that the other party's hands are condensed There is also the original aura of the formation in the runes, just like the ones he condensed. In a moment, a series of formation runes condensed in front of the monk, and then these runes scattered down one after another, towards the spider webs. General rift away.

Is this person trying to seal these gaps?Dialect watched quietly, and at the same time, he was secretly thinking about what the other party was going to do.

With the non-stop movement of this monk, all the gaps in the potholes with a size of hundreds of miles were sealed, and no more spiritual energy escaped, but the monk did not stop, and there were still a series of runes. The text was condensed and scattered towards the surroundings.

Yep?The dialect, which is sensitive to the surroundings, suddenly noticed a few indistinct auras that swept over the dense scrolls he was hiding in, and gathered towards the center of the pit. Not long after, the monk in the center of the pit suddenly appeared. A few spatial fluctuations, in the eyes of the dialect, the monk who was standing there disappeared without a trace.

Yep?Fang Yan's heart moved slightly. It seems that most of what the monk said at the beginning were the truth, but he still left a big hand in the most critical place. He wanted to collect Xingji fine iron, which was not as deep as he said. Xun Tan will be able to succeed, at least he didn't mention this space fluctuation at all.

After waiting for a while, he didn't find any movement around. The dialect urged Senran scroll to move towards the place where the cultivator disappeared just now, and his consciousness also released a little to explore the surroundings. After careful exploration, the dialect found a total of seven holes, perhaps related to the other seven potholes?
Soon the dialect stopped at the position where the monk stood before, and the seven breaths converged here. It was far away before, but he couldn't find it with only his illusion-breaking eyes. A faint vortex, many auras were sucked in by this vortex, and bursts of spatial fluctuations flashed out of it, Dialect released his divine sense to investigate, but he couldn't find out what was behind the vortex.

"Come out, Daoist Hu." After discovering the vortex, thinking about the confident and joyful expression on the face of the previous monk, Dialect no longer hesitated, and immediately shouted at Daoist Hu who was still accompanying Zi Ling deep in his body, Then with a flash, he stepped into the vortex.

As a wave of space fluctuated past him, Dialect Dang even realized that he was in another space. It was no longer a dark and deep seabed, but a space of formations, surrounded by formations that fluctuated and flashed. It was also at this moment that Dialect felt the piercing sharp golden aura coming over his face, and when he looked closely, he saw thousands of sword lights flickering around him, or a rampage, or several criss-crossing, and there was only one target , is the self who just stepped into the formation.

Faced with such a formation, the cover of the Senran scroll is useless. Obviously, the big formation does not use breath to detect opponents. With a move of dialect's consciousness, he retracts the Senran scroll outside him.

In an instant, Fang Yan realized that the power of these killing sword lights was very extraordinary, not much weaker than the sword lights of his own Dawu sword array. Even with the body protection of the star burial robe, the body training skills of Fanjue have reached a very high level , Dialect is also unwilling to confront these sword light attacks head-on. Obviously, these sword lights are the power of the big formation, and they use their own strength to compete with the big formation. Unless they decide to break the big formation, otherwise it is stupid But the method.

Fang Yan believed that he didn't have such strength, and he didn't have that need, so he sacrificed his magic weapon and activated his kung fu to protect his whole body, and then his body flickered, like a fish swimming through the gaps of thousands of sword lights, occasionally Unable to avoid a few ways, he simply accepted them. During the swimming, the dialect consciousness also dispersed. After dozens of breaths, he finally found a foothold, and then he fled past with a movement.

After falling, there was no killing sword light, only heavy coercion, but it could not threaten Dialect anymore, and Dialect who stood still immediately released his consciousness to scan around. It is hard to say how long it will take for the calm place revealed in the operation of the Fa to fluctuate.

Soon the dialect sensed that the place where he stayed just now returned to calm, and there was no trace of sharp gold aura left. There was no sign of the monk in front of him, and there was no movement around him. Maybe he was not in the same place after he came in?
He didn't have any friendship at first, but now he entered here with the help of the other party, and the other party disappeared, and Dialect didn't care about where the monk had gone, but just carefully sensed the surroundings, wanting to explore the truth of this formation.

(End of this chapter)