Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 919
On this day, after sending away the old man Dan Yangzi who had been waiting for a long time, Fang Yan just sat down cross-legged when he suddenly noticed a wave of aura flashing in the secret realm of the cave.

Yep?This aura was a little weird, and the suspicious dialect immediately released its consciousness, but found that the source of the fluctuation was actually coming from the secret room of brother Xingwu's retreat. After a short pause, the dialect urged a burst of consciousness to pass into Xingwu In consciousness.

It has been a long time since I came back, and Xing Wuyi has not fully recovered, but it is almost gone. After refining the elixir brought back from the Xuanlan Realm in dialect, Xing Wuyi feels that his foundation is much stronger than before , coupled with the aura of the Taoist God in the cave, I feel that my state of mind is improving day by day. Although it is still early before the next catastrophe, Xing Wuyi has much more confidence in the next catastrophe , At this moment, he suddenly received the news of his spiritual consciousness from the dialect, and he was also slightly taken aback, with a fluctuating breath?I didn't activate any spiritual breath at all.

Xing Wuwu, who didn't know the truth, immediately sent out a message of spiritual consciousness: "Dialect, can you feel it clearly? I didn't push it, and I didn't notice it."

As soon as the message was sent, Xing Wuwu noticed a flicker at the door of the secret room in an instant, and dialect had already stepped in: "Brother Xing, you really didn't notice it at all?"

"No, I have been urging the exercises, and I didn't notice the slightest movement." Xing Wuwu saw that the dialect was not a joke, and said solemnly.

"Brother Xing, apart from the previous injuries, have you noticed anything wrong with your body or that magic weapon?" Fang Yan asked after a moment of relief.

Hearing the dialect's words, Xing Wuwu, who has experienced countless things, immediately understood what the dialect meant: "Dialect, you mean someone left a mark on me?"

Whether it is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a Golden Core cultivator, or a Nascent Soul Distraction cultivator, the methods are basically the same, the only difference is the level of brilliance. As the dialect said, the other party can leave a mark on himself, and even make himself unaware when he is provoking, that is no longer the means of the Nascent Soul cultivator. Wouldn't everything be fine by simply killing them?

"It's hard to say, Brother Xing will investigate it himself first."

"Okay, wait for the dialect." Xing Wuwu also trusts the dialect very much. The most secret place was not missed. After a long time, Xing Wuwu's spiritual consciousness withdrew from his body, and without speaking, he took out his own magic weapons one by one to investigate carefully.

"Dialect?" Still didn't find any problem, Xing Wuwu stopped the exercises and cast a questioning look at the dialect.

Seeing Fang Yan's pensive expression, Xing Wuyi said suddenly: "Fang Yan, you are already a distracted cultivator now, if it is really a distracted cultivator who left a mark of spiritual consciousness on me, you will definitely be able to sense it, why don't you come and investigate once."

The magic weapon is better, but the body is the root of a monk. Unless the relationship is extremely close and trusts people very much, most monks will never let others explore their body, but Xing Wuwu just brought it up like this, without any scruples.

Feeling the trust of brother Xingwuwu, he didn't say much in dialect, just said: "Okay, brother Xing will give me these magic weapons first."

Without further ado, Xing Wudang handed over several magic weapons that he had just explored to Fang Yan, and Fang Yan urged his spiritual consciousness to cover them out.

There was also no gain, and the dialect immediately penetrated the spiritual consciousness into Xing Wuwu's body.

"Dialect?" Not long after, Fang Yan withdrew his consciousness, and Xing Wudang immediately asked questions.

"Brother Xing, you should carefully sense the meridians in your right arm." Hearing Xing Wuxin's words, the dialect returned.

Once again, he calmly sank his consciousness into himself, and only after a long time shouted: "Is this a mark?"

With the guidance of the dialect, Xing Wuwu finally noticed a slight difference in the meridians of his right arm, but this slight difference was too inconspicuous, even if he studied carefully, he could only vaguely notice it. When the owner of the imprint came close, Xing Wuwu would never have thought that it would be related to this trace of something on his body.

"Yes, it should be the imprint left by a distracted monk." Fang Yan replied slowly.

"I haven't had an affair with any distracted cultivator, even the distracted cultivator, it is impossible for him to leave a mark in my body so quietly." Still a little unbelievable, he is already equivalent to the strength of the late Nascent Soul, it may not be difficult for the distracted cultivator to kill him head-on, but it is indeed a bit unbelievable to use such means without knowing it, and even leave a mark.

Hearing Xing Wuwu's words, Dialect did not agree. Compared with Xing Wuwu, Dialect has seen several ancestors such as the Tianxing Sect, as well as Zhan Emperor, Blood Emperor, and the bird that lived in his own sea of ​​consciousness back then. Facing existences like the demon head Heiyan Demon Venerable, facing these existences, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator, even a distracted self, if you are not careful, you will also be imprinted by them. Of course, these people will not be boring It was aimed at Xing Wuxin, but the dialect had already noticed just now that the owner of this imprint must be a mid-stage cultivator of distraction. There is no way for a mid-stage cultivator of distraction to deal with Xing Wuxin, a spiritual practice of two kalpas. It is not necessary for the cultivator to personally do something like leaving a mark.

"Brother Xing, I guess it has something to do with your previous injury." Fang Yan said slowly.

"En?" Hearing the words in dialect, Xing Wuwudang even thought about it, and after a while, he still questioned: "It is possible, but what purpose do they have, using such a method, it is ten or dozens of spiritual grasses?" Can’t compare to it, are they really idle?” Originally, he didn’t understand the harassment of those people all the way, and adding this imprint made Xingwu even more puzzled.

"For monks, what they do is nothing more than magical treasures and spiritual objects. What else can there be?" Fang Yan also couldn't figure it out.

"Just?" Xing Wuwu immediately thought of his damaged iron-blooded banner.

"Don't worry about how the other party left this mark, and don't worry about why they came. Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover it." Fang Yan waved his hands and said in a deep voice.

"Fang Yan, wait a moment." Without waiting for Fang Yan to say anything, Xing Wuwu immediately activated the exercises and rushed towards the meridians of his right arm, but he didn't notice Fang Yan's expression of wanting to stop and give up.

After a while, Xing Wuwu put away the exercise with some disappointment, and looked at Fang Yan: "I can't refine it at all, Fang Yan, do you have a way to get rid of this mark?"

Dialect who already knew the result shook his head and said: "It's possible to remove it by force, but Brother Xing will definitely be injured again, even worse than this time. It's better for Brother Xing to refine it slowly in the future. Transforming this imprint will be of great benefit to Brother Xing." Although it is not comparable to the blood emperor's aura, it is also the aura left by a mid-stage distraction, and maybe Xing Wuwu will understand something from it.

"But I can't refine it at all. If this mark is not removed, wouldn't it be necessary to guard against a distracted monk at any time? In contrast, it is worth getting hurt again." Xing Wuwu knows the trade-offs. As a monk, he will not have the slightest fear, but facing a distracted monk, or a distracted monk who intends to sneak attack, no Nascent Soul monk will be at ease.

"Brother Xing doesn't need to do this. Even if it can't be removed, I can help Brother Xing seal up this mark. As long as it doesn't reveal itself, even a distracted cultivator won't detect its breath. Maybe it will be useful in the future. Not necessarily." Fang Yan didn't want Ruxing Wuxin to think, trying to get him hurt to get rid of the mark, but said in a deep voice.

Hearing the dialect's words, Xing Wuwu's eyes lit up, and then he laughed and said, "Okay, then please, brother dialect."

(End of this chapter)