Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 944 Before Exporting
Self-explosion is such a magic weapon, even the mid-stage monks who are distracted can't bear it. As soon as the monk surnamed Bai urged the means, he turned around and sat cross-legged under the protection of the monk surnamed Qiao. But soon, a look of shock appeared on his quiet face. The opponent's aura was revealed again, although there was a little disorder, it was not much weaker.

"How is it possible." I was surprised by the strength of the dialect again and again, but at this moment, Cultivator Bai couldn't help but exclaimed again. Although there is such a magic weapon to defend against convenience, it is impossible for him to have the breath of a high-grade spiritual weapon. The flying sword is still alive under the self-explosive power. Originally, it was just a pity that the magic weapon would be damaged, so that I could not be compensated for the loss. At this moment, monk surnamed Bai had a different emotion. If you can't kill the opponent, what else can you do? That magic weapon has such a defense?No, it can't be like this, there must be fraud in it, thinking about this, and thinking about the power of that magic weapon, the greedy expression on the face of cultivator Bai immediately appeared.

The monk surnamed Qiao also showed a very shocked expression, sensing the aura of the opponent in the distance, his expression changed for a few moments as he still had some strength left, he scanned his companion beside him, and said unwillingly: "Fellow Daoist Bai, Let's go back first."

"Do you want me to waste my life flying sword in vain? Even if he didn't fall, he must have been seriously injured. It's just a bluff in front of him. Don't you even have the courage to do so?" Cultivator Bai shouted loudly. Among them, the voice of anger was beyond words. If it wasn't for the damage in his body at this moment, he might have to attack again directly.

"Brother Bai, don't be impatient. Let's inquire for a while, and then we will make calculations and act rashly. I'm afraid you and I will fall into this." Hearing what the monk surnamed Bai said, the monk surnamed Qiao said slightly.

At this moment, monk surnamed Bai already had enough energy to spare, and knew that what he said just now was a little too much, so he nodded immediately and said: "Okay, I don't believe that the power of my flying sword's self-explosion did not seriously injure him, so I will wait a moment." After he finished, he closed his eyes and activated the exercises, gathering the extremely messy aura in his body.

But not for a moment, a yelling voice rang out: "Kill." The aura of the early-stage monk who was still far away suddenly approached, but amidst the chaos, there was a bit more killing and cutting, followed by the yelling voice , as well as that unparalleled sword light, and several powerful spirit thunders.

"Retreat." Sensing the opponent's power, the monk surnamed Qiao no longer hesitated. He immediately shouted, rolled up his companion, and quickly retreated towards the road behind him. He who was originally not good at killing chose to dodge. At this moment, no matter how unwilling the monk surnamed Bai was, he could only keep silent, but the resentment on his face could not be suppressed no matter what. In the end, he didn't take advantage of any advantage. On the contrary, he lost his natal flying sword. Even a thousand years of practice can't make up for this damage. It's just that if he knows, the distracted early-stage cultivator on the opposite side had confronted him not long ago. After killing a middle-stage monk who was distracted like him, maybe he wouldn't think so.

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared at the position where the two distracted mid-stage cultivators had just stood, but the figure had just stood still for a few breaths, and the sharp aura that was still there before disappeared in a blink of an eye, faint starlight The dialect with a sleepy look was revealed in the flickering, only the eyes were still bright, and the dialect stared at the direction where the two distracted middle-stage monks were going away. After half a sound, there was no more movement from there. The light just faded away.

"Fang Yan, the situation inside is unknown, why don't you stay here for a while and make plans after you recover?" Sensing that Fang Yan was going towards the exit of the portal again, Daoist Hu couldn't help reminding that the top-grade spiritual weapon The power of self-explosion, even with the defense of the star burial robe, which is also a top-grade spiritual weapon, the dialect still suffered damage. He suffered a lot of damage, if it wasn't for the extraordinary effect of the dialect body training method Fan Jue body training technique, I am afraid that if Fang Yan is not dead, he will be killed by the bombardment. The momentum just now is just a strong support.

"Why do I want to take risks? Didn't you notice the faint fluctuations coming from there again? If it is elsewhere, you can still rely on the Senran scroll, but it is difficult to hide the aura with such a powerful sword shadow power here. If you touch it again Seeing a middle-stage cultivator of distraction, or even an early-stage cultivator of distraction, you and I are in danger, even if you want to stay here, you have to go near the gate, if you really want to be driven away again, even if you take risks I've escaped into it." Hearing Hu Daoren's words of comfort, Fang Yan didn't stop, still urging the magic formula in his hand to condense out a series of runes, followed by two inches of light in his eyes, and walked towards him. The inch light is much more condensed than before.

Another fluctuation?The power of the self-detonation of the previous magic weapon also affected Daoist Hu. At this time, Daoist Hu did not deliberately investigate the surroundings with the dialect, but was silently recovering himself. A ray of spiritual consciousness probed out, and really noticed a faint wave behind him, although it was still very weak, it would not take long to arrive, but I don't know if the two had figured out something to return, or someone else followed.

Aware of this fluctuation, Daoist Hu also knew that Fang Yan's current choice was the best. Looking at the power of the two inch lights in front of Fang Yan at this moment, Daoist Hu knew that this supernatural dialect seemed to be a beginner, and he immediately felt in his heart. He was a little more stable, but when he sensed the physical condition of the dialect, Daoist Hu couldn't help showing a little solemnity. He knew that the aura of the dialect at this moment was still strong, and he suppressed the injuries in his body by force. Daoist Hu even The Daoist Hu, who could sense that there were no flashes of churning and fluctuations in the dialect body, immediately withdrew his consciousness and focused on recovering himself, preparing for possible changes.

The Cunguang Jue showed its power. With the flashes of light in Dialect's eyes from time to time, the formation runes in his hands gushed out like clouds and flowing water. The portal exit is already much closer.

It's just that the aura and coercion around him grew a bit more, which made Fang Yan's expression a little more dignified. After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't stop, and continued to activate the Cun Guang Jue, still forming a series of formation runes in his hand. After flashing three times in a row, Fang Yan felt a tremor in front of him, and then looked at the door in front of him, as long as he stepped forward again, he could step into it, Fang Yan stopped his steps and did not step out.

The dialect that stopped continued to urge Cunguang Jue to go towards the door along with the formation runes. After a while, his face showed a bit of helplessness, but some runes were integrated into the surrounding formations, but it was difficult to detect behind the door. Dialect is not very disappointed when this situation occurs, such a large formation, it is only because no one urges me to get here easily. At this moment, I want to directly detect the situation of the cave after the formation. It is indeed a bit greedy. .

Containing Shen Si's dialect, Dang even threw a few pills in his mouth, and at the same time confessed to Taoist Hu, and then dodged into the Senran scroll to activate the kung fu. In an instant, the suppressed Qi in Fang Yan's body The blood churned and surged again, and a messy aura appeared in the magic weapon space of the Senran scroll.

Even if the aura around is extremely strong, the dialect at this moment can only be recovered here, but the current dialect cannot be at ease to activate the exercises, because Daoist Hu is also recovering from injuries, and it is difficult for him to resist this place for a long time Because of the coercion of the aura, not only has to deal with the coercion of the surrounding, the dialect also needs to take turns with the Hu Daoist to be alert to the possible changes around, not to mention other things, just noticed the wave master behind him, so it doesn't matter if you are quick The day will come, what Fang Yan has to do right now is to recover his cultivation base before then, it is impossible to fully recover, at least he will have to fight to protect himself.

It's just that this time the dialect's predictions were greatly deviated, and there wasn't even a few days for him to recover. It was only seven or eight days in the Senran scroll, and it took less than two days for the outside world, and the dialect heard Hu Taoist's anxious voice Came: "Dialect, someone is here."

(End of this chapter)