Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 938 Rune Failure
Earlier, when Dialect fought with that middle-stage cultivator who was distracted, although his cultivation base was not inferior to that of the other party, his strength was not inferior. The fragment of the top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword was an accident, and this was the only accident. The physical body only suffered a little damage, as for the loss of mana and consciousness, within a few hours in the Senran scroll, it recovered to its original state.

Dialect fled out of the space of the magic weapon, greeted Taoist Hu who was urging the star burial robe to resist the surrounding sword light, and then walked towards the body of the middle-stage monk who was distracted and dragged out when he was flying away.

The monks in the middle stage of distraction, even in the domain of Xuanlan, can also establish sects. Although there is no breath at this moment, and the body is also interspersed by thousands of sword lights, this is not the place where the sword formation is extremely powerful. In less than an hour, there were only a few more scars, and he looked much more embarrassed, revealing the unique breath of blood of a distracted monk.

Fang Yan looked at the corpse in front of him, and didn't collect it immediately, but stirred up a wisp of black smoke again, and the poison of the witch clan mixed with the poison of peach miasma instantly sank into it. It was because he was worried that the cultivator still had residual souls left. Since he was almost taken away when he was still refining Qi, and later was entered into his sea of ​​consciousness by the Black Flame Demon Venerable, dialect has always been concerned about these seemingly fallen bodies. They are all very cautious.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it that Fang Yan waved his hand and took the body covered by the sword light into his hand, and then gave instructions to Daoist Hu to continue to urge the Taoist of the Star Burial to protect the surroundings, and then he plunged his spiritual consciousness into it In the flesh.

After a while, seeing a little disappointment on the face of Fang Yan who put away the body, Hu Daoist couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Fang Yan, do you have any dissatisfaction? If you don’t want to directly refine it, it would be a great fortune to sell it after you return to Xuanlan’s domain, so don’t you still think about capturing him alive?”

"Captured alive? I don't have such extravagant hopes. A middle-stage cultivator who is distracted will be trapped in the dense scroll. If he wants to blew himself up, he will destroy the magic weapon. In fact, if he didn't have a murderous intention, I didn't plan to fight with him." He was fighting, I just wanted to find out some news from him, but now there is nothing."

"No wonder. At the beginning, I felt strange. With your strength, how could you think of cooperating with others? Even without him, it would only take a long time for us to find this place. It turns out that you have planned for a long time. Don't you know him? ?” Taoist Hu suddenly said.

"I don't know, I just recognized another monk on the team with him, that is, the monk from the Great Soul Xinghua family who sensed the breath outside the interstellar teleportation array, but it's nothing, it was originally a temporary idea, we Let's go." Fang Yan said casually.

"So that's how it is." Daoist Hu responded, but couldn't help feeling a little unworthy for this middle-stage distracted monk who was killed by the dialect and himself. It's not good to kill others to snatch magic treasures and spiritual objects, but I found Fang Yan, the killing god, and the Hu Taoist who shook his head ignored him.

Without the presence of other people, the dialect didn't need to be restrained any more, and directly pushed the Star Burial Robe to the extreme, and the Fanjue body training technique was also pushed to the fourth floor, and then a Qingyun giant sword lay across his body, facing Looking at the land of fierce sword light that had been fought before, it flashed past.

Moments later, bursts of violent fluctuations spread to all directions, accompanied by loud noises. After a full quarter of an hour, they finally eased down. Looking at it again, the figure of Dialect has long since disappeared, only Dao Dao Jian Guang They are still criss-crossing, as if they want to kill all the other auras that invaded the formation.

After throwing a few pills in his mouth, Fang Yan stared intently at the huge shadow in front of him, which was already close to him, but it was less than a hundred feet away, but Fang Yan didn't rush past him any more, stopped his figure, and let out Watching carefully with his spiritual sense, when he was watching from a distance earlier, he could see that it was a huge sword that was more than hundreds of feet long. Standing here now, Fang Yan could no longer see the shape of the huge sword, it was just a towering sword. In the shadow, even when the spirit sense was probed, there was no real flying sword standing upright. It seemed that it was just a shadow, but the momentum was even stronger, without any falsehood.

"Fang Yan, this is not a real flying sword at all, it's just an illusion that has such power, I seem to feel that if I want to directly attack, this momentum will even kill me directly." Moments later, Taoist Hu's nervous voice sounded , I can't help but he is not like this, the aura exuded by that phantom-like giant sword is not even inferior to the aura exuded by the ancestors of the Tianxing Sect, and even more aura than the a few ancestors of the Tianxing Sect. A bit fierce, no matter how strong Taoist Hu is, he still relies on the Star Burial Robe, and he may be able to protect himself against various bombardment techniques, but facing such a direct blow to the mind and coercion is not what he is good at.

Not only Taoist Hu, but Fang Yan also felt a lot of pressure. Fortunately, his cultivation and strength are far superior to Taoist Hu, but Fang Yan can't be sure what kind of existence this flying sword is. Between fiction and reality, neither fiction nor reality, the end is very mysterious. After a while, it is difficult to make a conclusion in the dialect, so I can only slowly say: "Phantom? How can phantoms be so imposing, even if they are fully activated by high-grade spiritual weapons?" Regardless of whether it is an illusion or not, one thing is certain, this is the center of this great formation."

Hearing the words of the dialect, the Hu Daoist was determined. He had seen the methods of the dialect countless times before, and he even trusted the formation of the dialect more than the dialect himself. it is good."

After searching for a long time, it was rare to find out, Fang Yan nodded and responded, Daoist Hu felt uncomfortable, and Dialect didn't feel any better. Being coerced by a monk comparable to the ancestor of Tianxing, even now the strength of dialect is far better than before Still quite stressful.

In response to the dialect, Dang even waved his hands, and streams of runes were condensed, and with a slight flick of his hands, they shot out towards the surroundings.

"Huh?" Fang Yan uttered in a daze, he was dealing with the runes that were omnipresent in formations, and those near-origin runes suddenly dissipated ninety-ninety percent of them, leaving only insignificant ones. As soon as a trace melted into the void, Dialect felt even more that even the runes that were left by chance could not last for a while, and it would be too late for him to use these runes to explore the mystery of this eye formation.

He did it again, but the result was the same. Fang Yan held his hands and frowned slightly.

Daoist Hu also sensed that something was wrong, seeing Fangyan thinking, he didn't bother him, but just looked around intently, although there was no sword light attacking and killing around him except for the boundless aura and coercion, but who in this kind of place? And I can assure you, but after a long time, Daoist Hu still didn't see the brows stretched in dialect, but frowned a little more.

Daoist Hu who thought about it a little bit still said: "Dialect, it's really not good, let's just break in, use your soul to refine, and add the star burial robe and Buddhist formula to forge the body, even if it's a little dangerous, it's okay, if this is the case If you can't break through even with your strength, then no one else will be able to enter it, even those mid-stage monks who are distracted."

What Daoist Hu said is not unreasonable. In fact, those monks who do not have such attainments in dialects usually use the method of Daoist Hu. Such as the Vatican Jue body training technique, which can upgrade one's physical body to a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Hearing what Daoist Hu said, the dialect did not speak, but shook his head slightly, and continued to think, no matter how others dialect, for himself, there are better choices, and until the last resort, he will not choose the extremely dangerous one. The method, not to mention anything else, only the imposing manner revealed now, the dialect can also know, if there is really a mistake, it must be a huge mistake. Thinking about Zhou Chongyang's monks will be banned, the dialect doesn't feel touched In such a situation, he can still survive like that old man.

(End of this chapter)