Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 939
Dialect has already activated his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, sensing the subtle fluctuations in the eyes of this sword formation, the illusion-breaking eyes are also activated, wanting to see through the reality of this large formation, but even so, time and time again The condensed runes, blending into the surrounding void, still failed time and time again.

"Dialect, it's hard to succeed if you go on like this, unless you can improve the cultivation of the formation." Seeing such a situation, Taoist Hu couldn't help reminding.

Hearing Daoist Hu's words, Fang Yan gave a wry smile, how difficult it is to improve the cultivation of the formation, and it is more difficult to consolidate the last phantom formation rune than all the previous ones combined, even that phantom, Today's dialects are not readily congealed at any time.

In an instant, the dialect who was shaking his head suddenly stopped, and then he laughed loudly: "Hu Taoist, you have to work harder, if you don't succeed this time, in your opinion, we will force our way in."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Taoist Hu to respond, Fang Yan dodged into the space of the dense scroll, leaving only Taoist Hu and the Star Burial Robe outside to guard the surroundings. The Taoist Hu who didn't know what Fang Yan was thinking could only shake Shaking his head, he then concentrated on staring at his surroundings, ready for the mighty killing that might come at any time.

Breaking into the dialect deep in the Senran scroll, he took out a jade slip with a flip of his hand: "Maybe we need to rely on a mouse this time? I just don't know if it will work?"

It turned out that after hearing Hu Daoren's reminder, Fang Yan thought of one thing. It is absolutely impossible for him to condense the last formation rune that is in line with the law of heaven within a period of time, but breaking the formation is not just relying on Formation practice, many monks don't know the formation technique, and they can use magic treasures such as the formation-breaking awl and the formation-breaking talisman to act. Although they don't have these magic weapons in their hands, they have a magical technique, which is also against breaking the formation. The thing that has a great effect is the "Inch Light Jue" of the mouse beast monster back then. Originally, I thought I would practice it again when I had a chance in the future, and then I would touch the forbidden spirit outside the Tongling Peak. It can be used in the big formation, but it is forgotten that it is also the right time now.

The supernatural powers of the monster race are indeed different from those of the monks. Earlier, the dialect had already scanned the content of the jade slips, and now after thinking about it for a while, they put away the jade slips and began to practice. It is very easy to get started, and distracted by dialects The strength of the cultivation base, but the kung fu of a cup of tea, has already mastered this supernatural power, but it is slightly better than nothing as the dialect knew before, it is very tasteless, and it is not even as good as my own Illusion Eye, which was originally aimed at the illusion. His supernatural powers are more effective.

The key is still on the drop of blood essence. With the movement of dialect's palm, a drop of golden yellow appeared. With the movement of dialect's spiritual consciousness, the sealing runes dissipated one after another, revealing the unique breath of the seventh-level monster mouse beast. Stopping, Fang Yan stretched out his hands, and held this drop of golden blood essence in his hands. After a while, a trace of strange power entered his body along Fang Yan's meridians, and Fang Yan's eyes seemed to gradually brighten up.

Daoist Hu who had been standing outside had an anxious expression on his face. Although he was some distance away from the giant sword at this moment, the astonishing aura and coercion on top of the giant sword still made Daoist Hu very uncomfortable. Its ubiquity can also be sensed in the magic weapon of the body, and Taoists Hu did not bother the practice of dialects, and Taoists Hu can clearly distinguish which is more important.

At this moment, Daoist Hu suddenly looked terrified. Behind him, another wave flashed at the barrier where he and Fang Yan had stepped into the eye of the formation. Looking intently, Taoist Hu saw another monk stepping in here.

Needless to say, the power of the huge sword, but the aura of the star burial robe is also very conspicuous. The monk who just walked in was slightly taken aback, then scanned the Hu Taoist dialect for a while, and then said loudly: "I don't know who it is!" Fellow."

Hearing the other party's question, Daoist Hu would not respond. As long as he shows his breath even if he is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it will arouse others' suspicion.

It's just that the silent Daoist Hu didn't make the distracted monk's curiosity a little less, and none of the monks who dared to enter here is not a human being. The monk said again: "Since Fellow Daoist has something to do, then a certain family will go first." He said he was going first, but a ray of hidden aura suddenly shot at the Star Burial robe.

Following a flash of fluctuation, the ray of breath was scattered, but there was still no movement over there, but the monk's expression moved slightly, and he immediately moved closer, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, could it be that you have suffered some kind of injury? There are dangers everywhere here, you and I should fight side by side, I have some panacea here, fellow daoists may wish to take it."

As he spoke, the cultivator moved towards the star burial robe.

Although Daoist Hu's cultivation base is not high, he did not know how many intrigues he experienced in Wangjiao Xing back then. Just by looking at this person's performance, he knew that the other party had other thoughts. As a last resort, he could only say: "Thank you very much I'm friendly, but it's not necessary, fellow daoist, please do what you want."

Nascent Soul breath?Doppelgänger?Isn't his body healing?Here, as long as the injury is not serious, looking at the faint power of the Star Burial Robe again, the monk shouted again: "Why do you need to look outside, fellow Taoist, I will help you."

A stronger power came towards the robe of Star Burial. Last time it was secretly probing, but this time it was clearly probing the truth.

Daoist Hu knew that there was nothing to be done, so he just snorted coldly. What he was worried about was only the coercion of the giant sword. If it was just a distracted monk, even if it was a middle-stage monk, Daoist Hu would not be frightened at all. , today's Star Burial Robe has long been restored to its original state, and the distracted middle-stage monks here are far inferior to those of the same level in the Xuanlan Domain. Although it is impossible to win in battle, it is enough to protect yourself with the Star Burial Robe , but I am afraid that the practice of dialect will be interrupted later, and after the wear and tear, I can no longer bear the coercion of the giant sword.

"Haha, there is such a magic weapon. Don't blame me for disregarding fellowship." The so-called man dies for money, and birds die for food. For a monk, a high-level magic weapon is extremely attractive. It was able to cover the opponent's defense, but it dissipated in an instant. The monk was not too surprised, but showed a bit of joy on his face. Although he hadn't noticed the true grade of the magic weapon, he knew it for sure. Bu Fan found that the other party still had no movement to fight back, and let out a yell. He didn't hold back any more at the moment, and immediately used all kinds of bombardment methods, smashing down towards the Star Burial Robe.

In a short while, the expression on the monk's face changed from joy to surprise, and finally turned into ecstasy until it showed a bit of madness: "This is a top-level existence among middle-grade spiritual weapons. I never thought that there would be such an opportunity here. Even if there is nothing to be gained in the cave this time, this magic weapon is enough."

It's just that his ecstasy lasted only a few breaths, and before he could break through the defense of the magic weapon, he heard a shouting sound directly into his ears: "Get out."

Following the shouting sound, a figure flashed out, followed by a sword light, cutting straight down.

Aware of this shocking sword, the cultivator was startled immediately, and repeatedly urged his skills to resist, while dodging behind him.

Seeing Fang Yan's figure, Daoist Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Fang Yan, do you have a plan?"

"It should be possible to give it a try, but the time is short. I knew that I should have spent some time practicing that supernatural power earlier." Fang Yan passed a divine sense to Taoist Hu, and then cast his gaze on the unexpected guest opposite, urging everyone After the Wujian Formation forced the opponent back, Fang Yan did not urge the follow-up moves, looked up and down a little, and saw that it was another mid-stage cultivator who was distracted, weaker than the one he killed before, but here It's not a place to fight, and without the many preparations of the previous time, even after a hard fight, it's hard to kill the opponent smoothly, but it's just a waste of energy, and now it's the main thing to enter the giant sword first, it's hard to say Stay longer, and no more people will follow.

Aware of the strength of the dialect, the cultivator who knew what he couldn't do looked at the dialect bitterly, and then dodged to the back. While retreating, he also saw the flowing runes in his hand, and two Faintly, only an inch-long light appeared, and then Fang Yan's figure quietly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)