Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 958 Six People Walk Together

A spatial fluctuation passed by, and the dialect had already passed through that portal.

Dialect, who hadn't yet stood still, felt a shudder in his heart, and several sharp auras of spiritual consciousness suddenly enveloped him.

Without a moment's pause, even though Fang Yandang had pushed the Fan Jue Body-Forging Technique to the extreme, he swept out towards these divine senses, and saw several monks who were also sweeping towards him more than a hundred feet away.

These few monks are not unfamiliar with the dialect, but they were some of the dozen or so monks who were still outside the big formation at the beginning, but among these few people, there is no ancestor of the Hua family who is familiar with the dialect, and there are no Gutaichi Muyehuang. , but another group of mid-stage monks who were distracted besides them, and the other three early-stage monks who were more charming beside the three mid-stage monks were also seen that day But I don't know how they got mixed up with these three people.

The few monks who arrived first scanned Fang Yan's figure and saw that it was just a junior in the early stage of distraction. They immediately let go, and then a loud word came into Fang Yan's ears: "Swear the demon oath and join our team. It can keep you safe and sound, and you can get some benefits afterwards."

The words were indeed a bit abrupt, Fang Yan didn't expect that the other party wanted to draw him back when he opened his mouth, he secretly laughed in his heart, ignored the distracted mid-stage cultivator who made the sound, and looked around.

Only then did I realize that it was no longer in the dim barren mound, but seemed to be in the depths of a hall. The whole hall looked a little dilapidated as seen on the gentle slope before, but there was a huge sword-like sword standing in the center of the hall. Shi Feng, it's a bit weird, after a scan of his consciousness, Fang Yan has already noticed this sword-like Shi Feng, just like the ones he saw outside, although it has a little aura, it's just a mortal thing, the only difference What's more, this stone peak seems to have been slightly polished by someone, and it looks much brighter, but I don't know what the purpose of placing it here is.

There are four platforms around Shi Jian. At this moment, the position where the few distracted monks are standing is the only one that is somewhat different. They are standing in a semicircle, and a platform that is as tall as half a person is surrounded by them. It was covered by a phantom, but it was impossible to see what was going on, and several monks, including those early-stage monks who were distracted, and the one who just yelled at him, seemed to be urging the exercises. One of them was doing dao dao hand formulas in his hand, even if the distance was not close, the movement of some formation runes could be sensed in dialect, they seemed to be cracking the defensive power outside the platform?

Aware of the reaction in the dialect, the mid-stage monk who was distracted just now was a little angry, and then he yelled again: "Come here soon."

At this moment, the dialect guessed why those early-stage monks who were distracted were here safely. It was simply because they were caught by these three mid-stage monks who were distracted. I don't know what is on the platform, which will make the few distracted The monks in the middle period valued it so much, but they just wanted to be coolies themselves, but that was absolutely impossible.

Dialect has no interface, so he moved his figure to sweep around. Fang Yan didn't intend to find out what was on the platform. Even if there was something good, Fang Yan didn't think he could get it out of the hands of the three distracted mid-stage cultivators. Grab it, but there is more than one place in this hall that emits bursts of fluctuations. Right now, those people are busy there, and I just happened to scan around.

Unexpectedly, just as his figure flickered, the distracted cultivator who just spoke also moved, and stopped in front of Fang Yan in an instant, looked up and down at Fang Yan, and then said, "Could it be that you think we have no energy? I don't care, just let you sweep around?" There was a bit of disdain in the words.

After a short pause, the middle-stage distracted cultivator standing in front of him immediately urged a power to cover the dialect, but he didn't activate the means of killing. At the same time that the power covered the dialect, he said again: " Seeing that you were able to come here smoothly, you must still be relying on it, but don't take any chances in front of me. I will give you another chance and immediately swear the demon oath, otherwise don't blame me for being rude, he is a lesson for you .”

As he spoke, the mid-stage monk's hand trembled slightly, and a small figure appeared in his hand. After careful observation, he found that it was not an illusion, but the Nascent Soul of a distracted monk. The Nascent Soul body that was born in the shape of a baby should let out a tragic wailing sound one after another, as well as the voice of praying for mercy: "Senior, spare your life, and this junior promises."

"Humph." Hearing the sound of begging for mercy, the middle-stage cultivator in the distraction didn't have the slightest sympathy. With a slight movement of his hand, he activated a kung fu technique to cage the Nascent Soul's body. In an instant, the Nascent Soul Then the body let out a more tragic shouting sound. The distracted monk who was originally more than hundreds of millions of people, what status, what glory, actually made such a movement at this moment, one can imagine what kind of pain he is suffering at the moment.

Hearing the cry of the Nascent Soul Body, Fang Yan's expression froze. Although his voice changed a lot, Fang Yan recognized him. It turned out to be the monk with the surname Feng. The monk named Feng who claimed to be proficient in gold-type exercises in the team did not expect that he would fall into such a situation in just a few months. Judging from the situation, the physical body should have been destroyed, and it was the only body of the Nascent Soul left. Under the torment, it is hard to say how long it can last. Looking at the mid-stage monk who is distracted, it seems that he has a perverted preference for torturing others. Looking at the writhing body of the Nascent Soul, his face actually showed a bit of enjoyment Extreme expression.

For the monk surnamed Feng, it was just a one-sided meeting, and a few words of communication, it is not a big friendship, but seeing him being tortured like this, dialect still feels a little unbearable, and the middle-stage monk who is distracted is still After frightening himself with what happened to the monk named Feng, Fang Yan became even more angry, his eyes were slightly cold, staring at this mid-stage monk who was distracted, it was impossible to save people, and if he wanted to protect himself, Fang Yan had absolute certainty.

Seeing that the dialect did not obediently utter the oath of the heart demon as he wished, but instead stared at him coldly, the middle-stage distracted cultivator was not angry but happy: "Haha, okay, fellow daoists, it's not my fault that I didn't give him a chance .”

"Qiu Lanzi, we need manpower right now. Don't you think there are other distracted mid-stage cultivators who can't arrive? This fellow Taoist is just an oath made by the heart demon. As long as you help us break through this defense, we can leave freely , Of course, we won't let you contribute in vain, how about two middle-grade spirit weapon flying swords?"

Another voice sounded, but it was the distracted mid-stage cultivator who was performing hand tactics. He reprimanded the distracted mid-stage cultivator in front of Fang Yan, and then gently persuaded Fang Yan.

"Thanks to fellow daoists for appreciating it, but I have other matters, please forgive me." Fang Yan responded, but still rejected the other party's invitation. When he stepped into the realm of comprehension, Fang Yan, who was a store clerk, had experienced similar things countless times. Although the strength of the realm of comprehension was far from comparable to that of ordinary people, there was not much difference in these methods.I really want to believe them, just looking at the fate of the monk surnamed Feng in the hands of this monk, and dialect doesn't think that they will really be as friendly as that words, otherwise, those early-stage monks who are distracted don't have to be so flattering look up.

"Hmph, you don't have to drink fine wine for toasting, Qiu Lanzi, hurry up, someone else may arrive at any time." Hearing the words in the dialect, the monk who had been speaking softly just now suddenly changed his tone. It is his true intention.

Before the words could be heard, the monk named Qiu Lanzi in front of Fangyan had already laughed wildly, urging his power to attack and kill Fangyan. This time, it was not just as simple as deterrence, but contained many killing methods: "It might as well give me an extra puppet."

In an instant, along with the voice of this mid-distraction cultivator, there was another voice calling for help: "Fang Daoyou, help me." His body relaxed a little, and he recognized the dialect, as if a drowning man saw a straw, even though he knew it was hard to help him, he could only grasp this idea in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, you are still acquaintances? That's okay, haha." Hearing the voice of the monk named Feng Yuanying asking for help, Qiu Lanzi shouted again. Although there was a haha, there was no flash of a smile. There is a murderous intent towards the dialect.

(End of this chapter)