Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 92 Another Dzogchen
Things are often not as expected, and two days later, the dialect that is being refined feels that this power is constantly fluctuating, and the frequency is much faster than before.

Fang Yan hastily put away his exercises and stopped refining this strange power. As soon as he raised his head, he felt a coercion coming towards him from top to bottom.

this is?Fang Yan was shocked, the quality of this coercion was not as good as that of the divine consciousness, but the amount of it was much greater, Fang Yan felt that this coercion was shrouded in all directions, and he had nowhere to escape.

Soon, a kind-looking old man appeared in front of Fang Yan, who was Wu Bo and Wu Xiong who had been driving for ten days.

"Master's divine sense is here, is it you who destroyed my young master's body?"

Dialect controlled his trembling body, and resisted the coercion. The other party's question came from his consciousness, but he wanted to speak but couldn't.

"Hey, you were able to resist in my power. It's a pity that you will be destroyed in my hands today. Are you planning to surrender voluntarily, or do you want me to destroy you with my own hands?"

For some reason, Wu Xiong didn't act immediately, but kept using words to suppress the dialect.

The dialect did not make a sound, but he found that the Taixi soil that he had not refined had moved again. Under such a heavy pressure, the Taixi soil sleeping in the flesh and bones released bursts of strength again, although not as strong as it was a few days ago. Violent, but nourishing like spring rain.

Wu Xiong, who was on the opposite side, was even more surprised to see that a small Qi Refining cultivator was able to support it for such a long time under the pressure of his own foundation-building cultivator's unique power. Destroyed true and false.

"Boy, if you surrender, I will leave you a divine soul, and use it as a weapon soul to enter my magic weapon to practice. In the future, after my magic weapon is promoted to a spiritual weapon, I can find a body for you to regain your freedom. Would you like it?" .”

What Wu Xiong said, the dialect does not understand, but the soul is still understood, but the dialect that only leaves the soul is still a dialect?There is a difference between killing yourself and killing yourself.With the nourishment of the remaining power of Taixi soil, the dialect has already felt a bit loose.

"I would like your size, old man, try the trick first and then talk."

The person in front of him didn't know what cultivation level he had, but he was stronger than anyone Fang Yan had ever met. Back then, Rong Canghai hadn't released his coercion face to face. With that spiritual sense, the person in front of him should not be as good as Rong Canghai, but The difference is not too big, not to mention that this difference has no effect on the dialect at all, just like for a person who can only carry a hundred catties, there is no difference between a thousand catties and two thousand catties, both of which cannot be carried.

Dialect, who was able to move just now, immediately used his biggest trump card, which was the puppet.

Seeing the man in Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared in front of him, Wu Xiong was also startled. This man was completely unaffected by his power and walked straight towards him. Then Wu Xiong realized that this was not a living person, but a puppet. The puppet of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have such a puppet, but with your cultivation base, how long can you last?"

Wu Xiong flipped his hands, and a huge sword appeared in his hand, which was taller than his body, bang bang bang bang, fighting with the dialect puppet, Wu Xiong was also a Dzogchen foundation cultivator, facing the same foundation establishment The puppet of Dzogchen is difficult to take down for a while, but he seems to be determined to procrastinate. If he wants to control such a high-level puppet, the dialect will definitely not last.

Wu Xiong seemed to have practiced body training techniques, and he didn't lose the slightest in melee combat with the puppet. Occasionally, he failed to dodge the attack of the puppet, and took it with his body forcefully, but he didn't see any damage.

Fang Yan is also anxious, but his spiritual consciousness can't last too long. Although it is longer than before, it is only a dozen breaths. Seeing that it has been several rounds, and he hasn't taken down the opponent yet. Launched the blood escape.

Just at the very moment, Fang Yan suddenly heard Wu Xiong yell, as if he had been hurt a lot, he stopped caring about the puppet and retreated quickly.

Dialect took the puppet back in surprise, only to find that at some point, a trace of miasma appeared on the puppet's hands, the same as the one in the peach miasma forest in Lingyuan Valley, but it was more condensed than those natural ones. Could it be that this miasma made the other party retreat?
Before he could think about it, Fang Yan put away the puppet, quickly urged the Yiyun sword, and left here in a hurry. In fact, Fang Yan would rather go after Wu Xiong, but the other party's escapism is very sophisticated, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye. There is no trace to be found.

Pushing Yiyun Sword with all his strength, Fang Yan's speed reached an astonishing 3000 miles per hour, but his mana consumption was also extremely fast. Fang Yan only lasted for more than an hour, and after flying more than [-] miles, he had to slow down. He continued to fly at a speed of one thousand, and at the same time, he kept throwing Juling Pills into his mouth like snacks.

Just now, the dialect used the breath holding technique to venture through the territory of the fifth-order monster. I don't know if the monster has found it, and I don't know if the monster will block that person for a while. Dialect is also trying to survive. , if I meet that person again, it will not be so easy to escape. There are really not many things I can rely on. Although the Chichan Queen Bee is worth a foundation monk, but if he wants to deal with that person, Fang Yan himself feels hopeful. not big.

After thinking secretly for a while, Fang Yan stopped in a small forest. The aura of the fifth-order monster behind him had faded, and he could feel the aura of another one in front. There should be two fifth-order monsters here. Territory border.

Wu Xiong, who found something wrong and ran away immediately, was also uncomfortable. He didn't expect that the puppet who had been fighting in close quarters actually possessed such a vicious thing as miasma poison, and it was condensed miasma poison. Not only the body would be poisoned, but even the soul would not be spared. Accidentally let miasma poison into the body.

Wu Xiong also has his own plans. He has been looking for a suitable soul for many years, and he is ready to refine it into his natal magic weapon. His natal magic weapon is already the pinnacle of top-grade treasures. It is possible for Fang to be promoted to the best level, and it is also possible to further promote the spiritual weapon, but it is extremely difficult to find a suitable soul. If it is too weak, it will dissipate without being tempered, and Wu Xiong who is too powerful cannot be collected.

This is also the reason why he saw that the dialect could stand strong for so long under the pressure of his great consummation of the foundation, but did not kill the killer. The monks in the Qi refining period have such a concise soul, which is the best way to cultivate the spirit of Qi choice.

If you want to raise the level of a magic weapon, you must warm it up for a long time. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to have a weapon spirit. The soul in the treasure weapon cannot be regarded as a weapon spirit, at most it is a weapon soul. Like the ghosts in the soul bones in the dialect, they are not even counted as weapon souls. They can only be driven by their masters and cannot kill enemies on their own. In the end, not only is he closely connected with his master, but he can also use the magic weapon on his own initiative, which is equivalent to having an extra helper of the same level or even higher level, so Wu Xiong can't help but be tempted.

As soon as he fought against Fang Yan, Wu Xiong discovered that Fang Yan was a ruthless character, so he didn't dare to wait any longer, and ran away in a hurry, but he still didn't give up, if he could arrest the spirit of Fang Yan and refine it into his own magic weapon, Then it is very possible to upgrade the treasure to a spiritual weapon, and the spiritual weapon raised by oneself is naturally more handy to use than the spiritual weapon refined by others.

When Wu Xiong was refining miasma poison here, the dialect was also refining that divine sense. At first he thought it was a divine sense, but after listening to the old man just now, he realized that it was a divine sense. What is it like to be able to separate the mind and even attack others, but this does not prevent him from knowing that the separation of the mind is a skill that can only be mastered by the golden core monks. If the dialect can also separate the mind, then the puppet can completely Keep it outside all the time, so you don't need to consume your spiritual consciousness all the time. From another perspective, the separation of divine thoughts is not much different from your own avatar, but it is not so stable. It is trapped in the body, although it cannot be refined for a while, it is absolutely impossible for it to escape.

Foundation Establishment Dzogchen is worthy of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen. The dialect has just regained its mana, and it has not been an hour since it refined that divine sense, and then felt the constant trembling and fluctuation of the divine mind in the body. It seems that the old man is approaching him again .

Dialect released the puppet with a wave of his hand, and two shadows flashed out one after another, Chi Chan and Queen Bee also came out, and then disappeared from Fang Yan's eyes in a flash.

Fang Yan actually planned to lay an ambush here. Fang Yan knew that he would not be able to escape the Great Golden Core Cultivator no matter what. The site, I'm afraid it really did what that person wished, and regarded his own soul as his tool soul.

(End of this chapter)