Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 948 Purple Spirit Appears
At this moment, I suddenly heard Zi Ling's unintentional words, but the dialect suddenly thought that these flying swords like rotten objects, and this flying sword with the breath of a middle-grade spiritual weapon, looked at the situation, they were really like the original Zi Ling and Zi Heng. There are several other alchemy furnaces, but although those alchemy furnaces did not have a soul, the body is still a magic weapon, although it is only a treasure level.

With the experience just now, the distracted mid-stage cultivator who jumped over made a little investigation, then activated his skills, and waved his hands to take all the flying swords into his hands. It was the only one among these flying swords that possessed the aura of a magic weapon. It's just a low-grade spiritual weapon, or an existence of extremely poor quality. This kind of high-grade thing is not in the eyes of this distracted mid-stage cultivator. It would be embarrassing to give it away. Then it was all rubbed into ashes, and then he released his divine eyes to scan the surroundings again.

A moment later, there was another loud bang, and another weak barrier was blasted open by a middle-stage cultivator of distraction. The same earth bags, the same flying swords, and another similar space, but this It is even worse in a space, there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy at all, and there is no attack of sword energy.

In the following time, this distracted mid-stage cultivator looked around, but he became more and more disappointed. Except for a middle-grade spiritual weapon flying sword that could barely catch the eye just after entering here, he didn't gain anything afterwards, and The few distracted early-stage monks I wanted to find, even half of them were missing. I didn't expect that they were only a line away, but they were not in the vicinity at all. Think about the scene in the huge pit that I saw on the side of the stone tablet before. The range detected right now is less than one ten-thousandth. If you really want to find a few monks in such a large place, I am afraid that there is no other hope but luck. Thinking of this, the mid-distraction monk's face is gloomy Quite a lot, but it was only in an instant, and he went out to explore the surroundings again, and there were loud bangs and booms.

The distracted cultivator was a little bored, one of the cultivators he was looking for, the dialect was very comfortable at the moment, he entered here rashly, planning to encounter danger, but he didn't expect it to be just dozens of sword qi, and there were some faint sword qi The meaning is that the dialect needs to be distracted to suppress the injuries in the body, and it will not take much effort to face them, and there will be nothing left after they are wiped out.

Although the situation in front of me is somewhat inconsistent with the sword array outside, or even the stone tablet, the dialect can't care so much, and I don't have the heart to investigate the traces of Wu Er of Wu Dawu and the monk in the middle stage of distraction, the dialect is the most important right now. It is to restore oneself first, and at the worst, the blood churning in the body must be dealt with first.

This is the right place, so you don't have to worry about being attacked by sword energy again. After a little investigation, dialect condensed a large number of formation runes and melted them into the surrounding barriers to prevent harassment, and then escaped into the dense scroll He recovered again, leaving Daoist Hu outside, while recovering, while giving a little warning. As for the flying swords on the few dirt bags, it was just a sweep, and the dialect didn't pay attention to it.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, half a month had passed in the Senran scroll, and the dialect that had been waiting to be set in it was still urging the exercises, and the expression on his face was much calmer than before, but there was still a bit of paleness. The body that speaks in tongues is far from being restored to perfection.

According to Fang Yan's plan, he would naturally stay there until he regained his strength and combat power before making any plans, but nine times out of ten, things were not going his way. On this day, Fang Yan suddenly escaped from the Senran Scroll.

Seeing that the dialect hadn't recovered, Daoist Hu immediately asked, "Dialect?" Daoist Hu, who had been guarding the perimeter, didn't notice anything unusual.

"Hu Taoist, there is movement outside." While explaining to Hu Taoist, he poked out his spiritual sense. The dialect arranged many formation runes in the surrounding barriers before, so it is not a decoration, although it is impossible to arrange it like yourself The formation method is generally perceptive, but it can also sense a little movement around it. It is through these runes that Dialect noticed the slightest fluctuation outside the barrier on one side, and stopped after a few breaths.

There is a space barrier in the middle, but it can't stop any distracted cultivator. I don't know who is behind the barrier, whether it is the second Wu Dawu or the mid-distracted cultivator, or someone else, no matter who is right now. Dialects are not much different, and they don’t have the heart to deal with anyone. Dialects immediately waved their hands, and once again condensed a series of formation runes, which poured into the barrier opposite to the direction of the wave in an instant. Dialect's formation cultivation base does not need to forcefully destroy these space barriers, otherwise Dialect would not have stood here so safely before.

After a while, the dialect had already left the previous space without anyone noticing, leaving only a faint aura, which will dissipate in a short time, and it will be difficult for even mid-stage distracted monks to detect it There are still people who have been here for a long time.

Dialect, who appeared again, was attacked by nearly a hundred sword lights before he stood still. Dialect was a little surprised, but it was nothing. He had encountered hundreds of sword lights at the stone tablet before, and his heart I'm prepared, but I haven't encountered it before.

He has recovered his dialect in Senran Scroll for more than half a month, and Hu Taoist has also recovered a lot. It is much easier to face more and more fierce sword attacks than before.

After a while, nearly a hundred sword lights in front of him were blown away, and then Fang Yan swept around. Seeing that there were still several empty spaces standing in front of him, he was not too surprised. Dialect had guessed when he saw those earth bags in this space, but this place was a little different, not only the aura of attacking and killing him just now was much stronger, but also the divine sense swept out, and Dialect quickly recovered. He found that the breath of the flying sword on one of the soil bags was also quite different from what he had seen before. The spirit weapon breath was still a middle-grade spirit weapon breath.

Not only the dialect sensed it, but Taoist Hu also sensed it, but the two of them hadn't spoken yet, but another voice sounded: "Where is this, why is the aura so thin?"

"Zi Ling?" Daoist Hu in dialect yelled joyfully at the same time, but the voice just now was Zi Ling, the spirit of the Ziheng Furnace, which had been refining stones for a long time.

"Zi Ling, have you refined all the stones?" Looking at Zi Ling who floated out refreshed and full of energy, the dialect was naturally relieved, and then he asked, compared to the Ziheng furnace, which one? The flying sword scattered with middle-grade spiritual weapons is nothing.

"Yes, what Daoist Hu said is really good. Today's Ziheng Furnace has improved a lot compared to the original one. The eighth-rank pill may be difficult, but if you have a chance in the future, you should try to refine the seventh-rank pill. Now, maybe it won't be successful." Zi Ling said quite showily.

Hearing Zi Ling's words, Daoist Hu immediately curled his lips: "Could it be that I'm still fooled by you?"

Fang Yan also smiled dumbly, and then said: "Zi Ling, you have a big tone, the seventh-rank pill, I think, but you think the spirit grass for refining the seventh-rank pill is Chinese cabbage? You have it at hand?"

"This should be what you, the master, are thinking about. Could it be that the quality of the Ziheng Furnace has been improved to be close to the top-grade spiritual weapon, and it is impossible to go back and refine the third-grade and fourth-grade pills." Ziling, whose strength has greatly increased, has also gained a lot of confidence , even if you refute it.

Hearing Zi Ling's words, Dialect was quite speechless, and then he waved his hand and stopped talking, letting Taoist Hu think about Zi Ling's introduction of his current situation, while Dialect directed his spiritual consciousness to the middle-grade spiritual weapon, although it was not It is very important, but it is so unrestricted, and the dialect will not mind taking things that are readily available.

Like the middle-stage cultivator who was distracted, he easily took the flying sword of the middle-grade spiritual weapon into his hand, and after checking it, Dialect also showed the same disappointment.

Dialect, who shook his head, was about to put away the flying swords, but Zi Ling muttered: "The rest of the flying swords look pretty good, how could they become so unbearable? Those pill furnaces of Tool Soul are not as good."

Hearing Zi Ling's muttering voice, Fang Yan's heart suddenly moved, and his expression changed slightly, as if he had grasped something. Zi Ling's doubts were also in Fang Yan's heart. Among the several flying swords, only one could be counted as a magic weapon, and the rest A few handles have turned into rotten things. If this matter is not weird, it is absolutely impossible. It's just that the dialect was busy recovering before, and I didn't think about it carefully, so I didn't figure out what was going on.

(End of this chapter)