Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 908
Two years passed in a blink of an eye. Dialect slowly absorbed the exercises, his face showed a bit of joy, and he finally recovered. Not only that, his cultivation base also increased slightly. For monks who are above distraction, every time It is not so easy to improve a little bit of strength, but I didn't expect this time to be a blessing in disguise.

Randomly checked the movements of Daoist Hu and Ziling in his body. Ziling was still refining the Buzhou Stone in the Ziheng Furnace, the magic weapon of his body, which might make the Ziheng Furnace upgrade. How many years have passed, Ziling has not been fully refined, Ziheng Furnace has already undergone considerable changes, it is not in vain.

After absorbing a lot of spiritual things, Daoist Hu has already recovered to the original state, but the damage of the Star Burial Robe has not recovered. When the dialect consciousness swept away, Daoist Hu was still refining a piece of Xingji refined iron.

Without disturbing Daoist Zi Ling, Fang Yan quickly withdrew his consciousness, and then escaped from the scroll with a dodge, urging his consciousness to explore the closed space outside his body.

This enclosed space is empty without a trace of spiritual energy flickering, and even when the dialect activates the Nebula Art, there are many restrictions on absorbing the power of stars from the void. Compared with the prison formation, it only lacks the power of imprisonment, Such a place is naturally not a place to stay for a long time, but it seems that it is not an easy task to leave.

After scanning for a while, Fang Yan showed a bit of solemnity on his face. Although he never activated his kung fu to bombard the surrounding walls, Fang Yan could still feel the tyranny of the surrounding barriers.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan activated the Fan Jue body training technique to protect his body, waved a flying sword, and slashed towards the wall on one side. As dialect expected, although his flying sword's light touched The wall, however, had no effect at all, not to mention opening a gap, not even a single scratch. With a slight flicker of a rune, the power of the sword light disappeared invisible, but there was no rebound power either. Beheaded towards himself.

Fang Yan then urged Jianguang to test it around, and the result was no different. After a while, Fang Yan put away the flying sword, and no longer urged other methods such as killing blade, spirit thunder, etc. , just contemplating, a moment later, dialect moved his hands, typed out a formula, and then a series of formation runes flashed out, and gradually condensed a formation diagram, which was the purple stone wall formation diagram that let him come here before one.

"En?" After a while, Fang Yan stopped his movements, with a little doubt on his face, and the array he activated did not cause the slightest reaction from the surrounding walls.

"Dialect, maybe we need to condense all the formations as before." Suddenly Hu Taoist's voice sounded.

"Why don't I want to, it's just that if that kind of power comes again now, how can you and I stand it?" Fang Yan immediately returned after hearing the message from Taoist Hu.

"This? Let's try it again after the Star Burial Robe and I are back to normal. The Xingji fine iron we got this time is of a very high grade. Maybe it can make the Star Burial Robe more powerful than before. It's not necessarily true. Sometimes we can be more secure." Hearing the words in the dialect, Daoist Hu couldn't help shrinking a bit when he remembered the scene last time.

"You can refine Xingji fine iron with peace of mind. At least right now, there is no danger except that you can't leave. If I think of other ways, maybe I can find another way." Fang Yan sent another message to Daoist Hu After receiving the divine sense message, he fell into thinking again.

As Taoist Hu said, it might be a way to condense the sixteen arrays and then fuse them as before, but Dialect really didn't have the guts to try it. There is no external force for the protection of a force, and unless the star burial robe is completely restored, and his Vatican Jue body training technique is more refined, Fang Yan will definitely not try such a method again.

Even if this method is not used, Dialect doesn't have too much worry about leaving here. In any case, the surrounding barriers are still means of formation, and Dialect has always had great confidence in formation.

This time, after comprehending the mysterious connection through the phantom on the purple stone wall, Dialect has a deeper feeling for the formation runes. Although he still can't completely condense the last three original runes into one, Much closer.

After a while, Fang Yan urged his hands to condense out a series of runes that were close to the original source, and floated towards the surrounding barriers. The method used when the formation was cracked, no longer trying to break through the barrier, but to integrate your own formation talisman into it, as long as you can integrate the formation talisman into it, and even detect what is going on outside the barrier, It is much easier to plan again.

This method requires hard work, and it is far less enjoyable than directly blasting away. Fortunately, time is nothing to a distracted monk. Even if it takes several years, it is just a blink of an eye. After a short time, the dialect Also quiet in the condensed runes.

Dialect's efforts were not in vain, and his plan was not wrong. As time went by, and two years passed, more and more formation runes disappeared into the surrounding barriers, and Dialect's spiritual consciousness became deeper and deeper. Among them, until one day, another string of runes fell into the barrier, and Fang Yan only felt a burst of unobstructed consciousness.

"Huh? Is it here?"

In an instant, Fang Yan withdrew his consciousness, but it was enough for him to see the scene outside the barrier. To Fang Yan's surprise, it seemed to be a familiar place outside. Just now, his consciousness detected outside the barrier. It was still a closed space, but it was different from the emptiness here. The whole space was covered with a kind of spirit grass, a kind of spirit grass with familiar dialects—the immortal spirit grass.

Seeing this kind of spirit grass, Fang Yandang even remembered what happened to him when he was in Chuandang Gorge. At that time, he was tricked by Liu Rufeng, and he was trapped in a formation space full of fairy-eating spirit grass. Is there some connection between where I am now and where I was back then?
At that time, the dialect was not as good as Jindan, and the old man Danyangzi was just a Nascent Soul who had lost his body, so he could urge Liuguangyi to escape from that space, but it was a little different from his current position, otherwise if Liuguangyi could Escaping from here, why did Dialect spend so much time wasting time, and he also collected all the Immortal Devouring Spirit Grass back then, but he was not sure if the place outside was the place he had stayed in the past.

In any case, only by leaving here and entering that space can we know the truth. As for the fairy-eating spirit grass that horrified Fang Yan and the old man Dan Yangzi back then, it is no longer in Fang Yan's eyes. Even if he didn't have the Qi of Yimu, with dialect's current means, he could also wipe out those immortal spirit grasses.

The dialect that withdrew his consciousness did not stop, but just moved his position with a flicker, and came to the other side of the wall. In the instant just now, dialect not only sensed the space outside full of immortal spirit grass, but also I noticed a place that seemed to be a passage, but I still need to verify whether it is.

Soon the dialect urged the hand formula again to condense the formation runes, but this time it no longer infiltrated aimlessly as before, but concentrated on pouring in towards the suspected channel that it sensed earlier. , the new runes were connected with the runes that had already been integrated into it, gradually showing a trace of fluctuation.

"It really is a passage." A few days later, Fang Yan showed a faint smile.

"Dialect." At this moment, Taoist Hu, who had not been seen for a long time, also flashed his breath, also with joy.

"En? Completely refined?" Daoist Hu's spiritual sense swept away, and Fang Yandang even realized that the power of the Star Burial Robe had been restored, much stronger than before.

"Yes, the current Star Burial Robe has truly returned to perfection. Those extremely refined iron essences of the stars have indeed improved the power of the Star Burial Robe compared to before."

"Okay, just go and take care of Ziling first. It seems to be fluctuating recently. I think it's almost time to refine the Buzhou Stone. Maybe we can leave here soon."

"Find a way out? Okay, I'll go protect the Ziling Ziheng Furnace." Hearing the words of the dialect, Hu Taoist just paused for a while, and stopped asking. The tacit understanding of many years, Hu Daoren already knew the dialect Speaking like this, there must be a great deal of confidence.

(End of this chapter)