Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 940
Until the figure of the dialect disappeared, the monk in the middle stage of distraction realized that he was actually startled by a monk in the early stage of distraction. Looking there, there was no trace of it, and he couldn't help showing a bit of shame and resentment , and then showed a bit of resentment again, held back his emotions, and concentrated on inquiring about the phantom of the giant sword, but he didn't seem to have the formation skills like dialect, so he sacrificed a magic weapon in the shape of a cloak, covering himself After that, he flashed towards the phantom of the giant sword.

After a while, the cultivator in the middle stage of distraction stepped back with a look of shock on his face. He had watched the cultivator in the early stage of distraction easily slip into it. I can't be worse than the other party, but the current situation is not the case at all. The first few tens of feet are fine, but after approaching fifty feet, the pressure increases sharply. strenuous.

After a while, the mid-distraction cultivator's expression moved slightly, and he returned to the place where he had been humiliated before. He carefully searched for the place where the dialect's figure disappeared, but it was no different from the surrounding ones. After careful consideration, the cultivator urged him again. The magic weapon protects itself and escapes forward, the foothold is exactly where the two inch-long bright lights flashed before, the result remains the same.

"Could it be that he is not only tyrannical with the magic weapon, but also the formation method is so clever?" After feeling the coercion of the giant sword again, the monk couldn't help muttering, but he didn't have the slightest intention to underestimate the dialect. Immediately, his expression became sharp: "The big formation has such power, but you can imagine what the cave looks like, even if you suffer some damage, you have to enter it. If you get a few high-level spiritual objects, you might have a chance to spend it again." Big catastrophe."

A determined look gradually appeared on the face of the monk who was talking, and then he pushed his magic weapon to the extreme, resisting the imposing pressure of the giant sword, and walked forward step by step.

I don't know the dialect about what happened behind me, and I didn't care about it. It was just an accidental encounter. Although the man had evil intentions, he didn't take advantage of it. It's hard to talk about it in the future, but the dialect is not found now. His troubled mind, all the attention of the dialect at the moment is in front of him.

"Fang Yan, can this supernatural power of monsters work?" Seeing the two bright lights revealed by Fang Yan, he knew that dialect had cultivated supernatural powers of monsters. At the beginning, because it was indeed effective, the formation runes that had failed worked again. Let the dialect be integrated into the formation, and Daoist Hu didn't say anything, but at this time he found that the dialect's actions were much slower. After a long time, it moved a distance of Zhang Xu, and the faint light flickering in front of it should be the exit of the formation eye. The location is still very far away, at this moment Fang Yan even stopped, took out the drop of golden monster blood essence, and refined it on the spot, watching Fang Yan's action of sharpening his gun before the battle, Daoist Hu couldn't help asking, although Daoist Hu was not cultivated enough, He was born in the Tianxing sect with strong roots. Although he would not be dismissive of monsters, he would never think that monsters have supernatural powers, especially the supernatural powers of a seventh-level rat beast. No wonder he disdains the dialect and actually wants to rely on the supernatural powers of monsters to overcome the current difficulties.

"Hehe, Daoist Hu, you are wrong this time. Although this supernatural power is not a high-level thing, it is just right for the moment. If it can be cultivated to a high level in the future, it may be of greater use, okay. Now, be careful around and just wait." Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Fang Yan said with a smile, but his hands kept moving, and wisps of monster power entered the body along the meridians.

After all, the time for the Monster Beast Supernatural Inch Light Jue, which is practiced as if hugging Buddha's feet temporarily, is still a little short. Although it can stimulate two inch light rays of light, they are only two faint ones, not even the first level, but it is just right. In this way, it made Dialect more interested in this supernatural power. Different from using the formation runes to explore the original principle of the formation, this inch light formula only seeks to know why it is not. The positions are all places where the formation is slightly weak, or where the power intersects. As for how these positions are formed, they don't care at all.

In terms of levels, this Inch Light Jue certainly cannot be compared with the almost heavenly formation runes comprehended by dialect, but dialect also has to admit that this practical supernatural power is sometimes more effective, such as now, with The aid of these two unrefined inches of light gave me a better understanding of this sword array, and the condensed runes were no longer randomly activated as before, but were detected by this magical power. Those places where the power is weak, although they will still be obliterated by the coercion of the giant sword of the sword formation, after all, more runes remain, allowing Dialect to explore the meaning of this sword formation through his own runes. Xuan Ao also entered the real formation space.

The only regret is that this Inch Light Jue really lives up to its name, its short-sightedness, the two powers are only one inch long, and the range of use is only within one foot of the body. The aura of the sword is even more powerful, but it is not enough. In desperation, Fang Yan has the act of sharpening his gun in front of the battle, continuing the practice of supernatural powers that was interrupted by the distracted monk, but at this moment he cannot concentrate on his cultivation , It is also necessary to urge the hands from time to time, condense the runes, and replenish the loss of runes that are constantly obliterated by the aura of the giant sword. It is also through this opportunity that Daoist Hu will speak.

Hearing the dialect's words and looking at the dialect's actions again, Daoist Hu no longer said anything, no matter what he thought in his mind.

A few hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Taoist Hu watched Fang Yan put away the unrefined monster blood in his hands again, and heard Fang Yan's shouting voice: "Go, let's try again."

While speaking, Fang Yan waved his hand and threw a few supplementary elixir into his mouth, then his eyes widened slightly, and two inches of light flashed again, which was a bit more condensed than a few hours ago. After the two inches of light flashed, when Even if it swept around, a few shadows that could not be detected by the naked eye appeared under the illumination of these two inches of light.

"Haha, it's not bad, it's worth practicing some time." Fang Yan's joyful voice sounded, and a series of formation runes followed, floating towards the shadow positions detected earlier. A greater proportion of the formation runes survived, submerged in those shadows.

With the entry of these formations, the dialect's expression calmed down, and he felt carefully. After a while, there was a flicker, and he went out again. Daoist Hu only felt a trace of spatial fluctuations passing by. When he looked again, he was no longer where he was before. , with a flicker, he advanced more than ten feet. Seeing such a situation, Taoist Hu had to admit that the supernatural power of the monster was indeed as the dialect said, and it had its merits.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and it flashed several times, and the distance from the suspected portal was getting closer and closer, but the dialect had to stop again: "I originally wanted to enter it as soon as possible, so as not to be robbed by others, but now it seems The old saying is right, sharpening a knife doesn’t cost woodcutters, Taoist Hu, I want you to be more careful, I will completely refine that drop of blood.”

Compared with relying on the power of the star burial robe and the actual strength of the dialect itself, the choice of the dialect is naturally safer and more reliable. Words, hearing the words in dialect, Hu Taoist responded, and then put his spiritual consciousness outside again.

This time, the dialect was not the same as the previous two times, but he stopped when he got a little gain. For several days, the Hu Taoist watched the drop of the natal blood of the seventh-level monster mouse animal in the dialect's hand continue to decrease. The inch of light that occasionally flashed out gradually solidified.

Yep?Suddenly, Daoist Hu noticed a wave behind him. This wave appeared for the first time since the dialect was integrated into the formation with the power of the talisman. Could it be that the monk from before caught up?
There is no need for Daoist Hu to make a sound, because he was originally scruples about this situation, and at the same time helped Taoist Hu resist the coercion of the surrounding aura, and the dialect that did not enter the Senran Scroll to practice also noticed this slight fluctuation in an instant.

"Hu Daoist, don't worry about it. In a moment, I will refine this last bit of blood, and I will probably be able to enter there safely. As for the person behind him, as long as he doesn't mess with us, otherwise we won't be polite. "

(End of this chapter)