Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 917
Ignoring the expressions of the two monsters, Fang Yan let out his divine consciousness to investigate the formation carefully. After a while, Fang Yan showed a strange look on his face.

Although there is already a great connection with this great formation, Dialect has not sacrificed this great formation that can be confirmed as a magic weapon at this moment. The powerful spiritual sense explored it, and after some investigation, the dialect affirmed the grade of its middle-grade spiritual weapon, but this magic weapon has no grade, perhaps because it is too old, the sharpest evil spirit among the magic weapons Qi, the power emitted by this magic weapon can't match its grade at all, even the low-grade spiritual weapon is not as good as it is, otherwise a Nascent Soul cultivator in dialect would not have been able to break through several times with the evil spirit and thunder light .

If one wants to restore its power, the only way to replenish the evil energy is to complete it. However, in today's cultivation world, where can one go to collect so much evil energy? If it is in the Dark Demon Realm, this magic weapon can be used True power.

Although it was a bit tasteless, it was a middle-grade spiritual weapon after all. After a while, he realized that there was no monk's aura flashing out of the teleportation array outside, so he sat down cross-legged in dialect, played a few hand formulas, and started the sacrifice.

He had just driven a little bit of his own spiritual consciousness into the core of the magic weapon of the great formation, and there was still some time before the complete sacrifice, Fang Yan put aside his skills, and turned to the side with two fierce faces, but he had completely surrendered to himself The monster threw a soothing breath, and then with a flash, it escaped from this magic weapon space and headed towards the interstellar teleportation array.

Already have this imprint of divine consciousness, and you can fully sacrifice it if you find time in the future, but for the time being, Dialect doesn't want the interstellar teleportation array to be revealed to others, and he doesn't plan to take this magic weapon away immediately. Xing Xing stayed for a few days, otherwise without the cover of this large formation, the interstellar teleportation formation would definitely be discovered by others. This is something that dialect does not want to see, and dialect will need to arrange another large formation at that time.

It's not that dialect also intends to monopolize this resource, but dialect still has a lot of ideas about embedded blue stars, not to mention the large formations in the East China Sea such as Pingsha Island, or places like Peach Miasma Forest in Lingyuan Valley. What caught the dialect's attention was that the demon-locking tower that he had entered with several old brothers back then, the current dialect can be sure that it is the existence of the same level as the Demon-Suppressing Palace where Zhou Chongyang, the ancestor, was imprisoned. For such a magic weapon, although Dialect did not have the confidence to take it into his hands, he still had the idea of ​​going there again, so he just studied it. Today's knowledge in Dialect is definitely not a small gain, since he has known this for many years. Neither Cang Dao nor Lu Nanzi spread the news, and dialect naturally would not take the initiative to invite distracted monks in the cultivation world.

After a short while, Dialect had already passed through the evil formation, and stood in front of the blue interstellar teleportation formation. At this moment, the fluctuation of the formation became more and more intense. Dialect, who had ridden many times before, knew that this was a sign that someone was about to appear.

As the dialect sensed, after a few breaths, a burst of spatial fluctuations flickered, and a figure appeared in the center of the interstellar teleportation array on the platform.

In an instant, the dialect sensed a very familiar aura. It was right, it was indeed Big Brother Xingwuwu, but before the dialect made a sound, his expression froze. hurt."

Xing Wuxin, who was originally comparable to Yuan Ying's late stage, is extremely weak at this moment, like a lamp that is about to run out of oil, crumbling, and even before stepping out of the interstellar teleportation array, he sat down cross-legged and began to activate the exercises .

Hearing Big Brother Xing suddenly, Xing Wuwu was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked back, he saw Fang Yan's tall and straight figure: "Fang Yan?"

A joyful voice came out, but just as the voice fell, Xing Wuxin suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell on the platform of the formation, turning into a blood-red flower.

Seeing Xing Wuwu's situation, it was obvious that the injury in his body was forcibly suppressed. If he didn't recover as soon as possible, there would be great troubles in the future, especially for a spiritual body like Xing Wuwu. : "Brother Xing, don't talk too much, recover first, and talk about it later." While speaking, several breaths gushed out from the fingertips of the dialect, and entered his body along Xing Wuxin's meridians.

As soon as the breath of the dialect entered his body, Xing Wuyi showed a somewhat puzzled look on his face, as if surprised by the powerful and extremely warm breath of the dialect, and wrapped up the heaviest injuries in his body one by one, saying It's so comfortable, this kind of method has surpassed Xing Wuwu's imagination, but he also understands that it is not the time to talk, and when he sees Fang Yan sitting cross-legged, he immediately closes his eyes and slowly activates the exercises .

After half a day, Xing Wuwu's aura stabilized a little bit, but only a little bit. This time, Xing Wuwu's injuries were very serious. If it weren't for the dialect, it would be difficult to stabilize in a few months or even years, but Even dialect can only do so far. Xing Wuwu has to spend time to recover from such a fundamental injury, otherwise, if dialect helps him recover, it will do more harm than good to his future cultivation and improvement.

Dialect was very clear about the situation in Xing Wuwu's body, and when he noticed that his breath had stabilized, he said, "Brother Xing, this is not a place for recovery, I will take you back to the cave."

Although he hasn't said much to the dialect yet, Xing Wuwu has also noticed that the strength of the dialect has reached an incredible level. When he hears the dialect's words, he doesn't speak but just nods slightly.

Dialect moved his hands slightly, but he didn't take back the aura he had used to assist Xing Wuxin to recover, but he urged the kung fu to hold Xing Wuxin up, and then with a flicker, he entered the evil formation again, two blood bats, beasts and beasts The monster sensed the breath of the dialect, and appeared in front of the dialect in an instant.

Seeing these two monsters, Xing Wuwu's face immediately flashed a horrified expression. The few of them were able to shuttle back and forth in the formation, but they couldn't compete with the few thunder wood magic weapons that contained evil spirits left behind by dialect. These two monsters who can come and go freely in the evil spirit fight against each other, and they dodge every time they encounter it, but soon Xing Wuwu's face showed a strange look, and he saw the dialect as a comforting pet Generally appease these two extremely fierce monsters, but these two monsters still look reluctant to part.

Unintentionally, elder brother Zhao Xing sent a message of spiritual consciousness, so that he needn't worry, and dialect sent a few more spiritual consciousness to the two monsters, and then the two monsters withdrew. Not long after, many evil monsters in the formation There were movements one after another, and the power of the entire formation suddenly became stronger.

Dialect also escaped from the evil formation, and then a stream of light flashed by, and when he reappeared, he was already deep in the secret realm of Mangsha Cave Mansion.

It was too late to be shocked by the strength of the dialect when he flew away just now, and Xing Wuxin was shocked by the aura in the secret realm at the moment. Compared with other people, as a spiritual body, he is the same as the old man Dang Yangzi. The sense of divine aura was more acute, and after only a few breaths, he realized that these inexplicable auras were of great benefit to him.

"Brother Xing, you should recover with peace of mind first, and we will talk about the specific things after you recover." Fang Yan put Xing Wuyi down, and then said, after speaking, another breath poured into Xing Wuyi's body, continuing to help him Nourish the meridians of the flesh and blood in the body.

Knowing the meaning of the dialect, Xing Wuwu didn't say a word, then closed his eyes and activated the exercises again.

After several months in the depths of the secret realm, Fang Yan finally slowly took back his breath from Xing Wuwu's body, and then took out a pill and handed it to Xing Wuwu in front of him, which was the same as the one given to the old man before. The elixir applicable to the spiritual body: "Brother Xing, in a few days, after your injury has recovered a bit, you can start refining this elixir. It should be able to restore most of your injury, and maybe your cultivation will be further improved. maybe."

Xing Wuwu was not polite, and even took the elixir into his hands.

"Brother Xing, what kind of person did you offend? How did you get to this point? Could it be a distracted cultivator?" Fang Yan asked after watching Xing Wuwu explore the elixir for a while.

Hearing the words in dialect, Xing Wuwu shook his head: "Of course not, if it's a distracted cultivator, I wouldn't have a chance to escape.

(End of this chapter)