Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 97 The Millennium Old Demon
Dialect only focused on flying towards the depths of the peach miasma forest. He knew that as long as he stopped, he might be overtaken by those dozens of people. Flying here is not as fast as it is outside, and he must always pay attention to the miasma around him. The farther it flies in, the thicker the poisonous miasma becomes, and eventually even the consciousness will be corroded. In the end, Dialect has to lower the altitude a little bit and fly inwards by skimming the treetops of the peach miasma forest. The color of the miasma here becomes more and more intense. concentrated.

But what dialect wondered was that when he was outside, he had observed this peach miasma forest, and it was only a few hundred miles in radius. It must have been more than a few hundred miles, at least thousands of miles, and he should have passed through it. The peach miasma forest, but looking at the endless poisonous miasma around him, it seems that he has not even reached the center of the peach miasma forest. Could it be that this peach miasma forest is not an ordinary peach miasma forest, but a huge formation?

Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help being taken aback, he was able to arrange a large space formation with a radius of hundreds of miles, even those Golden Core cultivators could not do this, at least the Mo Lingzong's guardian formation was not so large.

Fang Yan could not help slowing down his flying speed, and looked around. He was flying all the way just now, but he couldn't let go of his consciousness. The peach miasma trees are much shorter than the outer ones. The outer peach miasma trees are more than three feet high. Here, each tree is only about one foot, but the miasma poison secreted is much denser.

Dialect is not sure, I don't know whether I should continue to move forward, but fortunately, I have already left thousands of miles away, even if they want to catch up, it will not be a matter of a day or two, Fang Yan naturally does not know that those people have retreated, He planned to wait for him at the entrance of Tao Miasma Forest.

The dialect simply stopped here. The dialect consumed a lot of mana in a day, especially Lihuo, which needed to be controlled from time to time, and could not relax for a moment.

After falling to the ground, Fang Yan realized that he should have come down a long time ago. The miasma poison above the peach miasma forest is very dense, but there is almost no miasma poison when it reaches the ground. Instead, a pure spiritual energy fills it. I don't know why, is it to prevent someone from entering from above?
No matter what the reason is, it is a good thing for the dialect, and it can slightly relieve the consumption of mana that is about to run out.Arranged a warning formation at random, this is one of the few practical formations dialect has mastered, it cannot prevent miasma from infiltrating, but if miasma enters, dialect will be able to detect it, so we can prepare early.

I don't know if there is any danger around, and dialect has set up the Soul Devouring Formation again. Although the enemies encountered recently are not the level of Soul Devouring Formation that can fight against it, it is better than nothing. The magic weapon is also at hand.

Fang Yan's body greedily absorbs the aura around him. The aura here is so rich that he forgets that he is in a dangerous miasma forest. Just when his mana is about to be fully replenished, Fang Yan suddenly feels a burst of aura. The coercion swept across, and the spiritual consciousness fluctuations were stronger than the coercion of the Jindan Great Cultivator.

Shocked, Fang Yan immediately sacrificed the colorful shield, summoned two spiritual pets, looked around, but found nothing, and the coercion disappeared, Fang Yan almost thought it was his own illusion, but The dialect in his heart can confirm that the coercion just now must have existed.

Immediately, the dialect was dumbfounded, he was just meditating next to a peach miasma tree, but there was no peach miasma tree behind him, not only the peach miasma tree disappeared behind him, but there was not a single peach miasma tree in the surrounding tens of miles The tree fell, and Fang Yan didn't dare to stay any longer. He packed up his things and wanted to leave here. Even if he went back to fight those foundation-building monks, he didn't want to encounter this mysterious existence again. Although Fang Yan also offended Jindan monks, But at that time, what he was facing was just a piece of divine thought. Even so, it took him more than half a year to refine it with great difficulty. If he met a Jindan cultivator face to face, he would know the result without even thinking about it.

Fang Yan is doomed to be disappointed. Looking at the peach miasma tree that can be seen only a few dozen miles away, Fang Yan can't fly with his flying sword. Half an hour later, Fang Yan can confirm that he must be trapped in a formation It's just how I got in, I don't know the dialect at all, it seems that I was taken into the formation without knowing it.

After realizing that he couldn't fly away from this place, Fang Yan stopped, instead of going outside, he walked inward, who knew that it was the same here, Fang Yan walked for hundreds of miles, but there was no progress, it seemed that there was no There is no margin.

This is the first time for Fang Yan to encounter this kind of situation, and he didn't know what to do for a while, Fang Yan looked up at the top of his head, although the miasma was very poisonous above, Fang Yan could only consider finding a way out from above, figured it out , Fang Yan was not in a hurry to fly around, sat down cross-legged, and began to practice, because of the spiritual consciousness just now, Fang Yan did not put the magic weapon into the universe pot, but put it in a universe bag and hung it on his waist.

Fang Yan knows that with his current cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to highlight the miasma layer above his head. Back then, Ji Feng said that even Golden Core cultivators would not dare to enter the scarlet miasma, let alone himself. This little cultivator in the Qi refining period, even Lihuo can't protect himself, he can only dare to try if he can improve his cultivation level, and it is best to succeed in building a foundation.

Unexpectedly, not long after Fang Yan sat down, the coercion of the spiritual consciousness came again. This time, Fang Yan was not as surprised as last time, but kept his mind and still practiced by himself, but Fang Yan seemed to feel the coercion in his spiritual consciousness. There was a sound of "huh?" in the middle of the pressure, and then disappeared.

Since the other party didn't embarrass him, Fang Yan didn't care about where the spiritual consciousness came from, anyway, he couldn't find it anyway.

After seven or eight days in a row, that sense of consciousness reappeared. This time it was not as strong, nor as fleeting as the previous two times. Instead, it stayed on Dialect for a while, but finally disappeared .

Fang Yan doesn't know who sent this divine sense, but Fang Yan can still feel the power of this divine sense, which is far beyond what he can compare. Compared with Rong Canghai's spiritual sense that day and the one in front of him, Fang Yan seems to be slightly It's worse, after discovering this situation, Dialect stepped up his practice. He didn't want to deal with this kind of existence. When his own strength was not enough, he didn't have the slightest autonomy when encountering this kind of existence. He didn't know why the other party was just a god. Consciously glanced at himself, but dialect didn't expect the other party to be kind.

A few days later, that divine consciousness reappeared, this time it did not stay for a while before taking it back, but scattered around Dialect for a long time, several times, Dialect could even feel that the other party seemed to want to say something to him , After hesitating a few times, he still retreated.

Later, it appeared more and more frequently, almost once every three or two days. After repeating this several times, Fang Yan also noticed that this person seemed to have no malicious intentions. If he wanted to capture himself, he probably would not It takes one round, and when that sense of consciousness came again, Fang Yan tried to release his sense of consciousness, wanting to communicate with that person, who knows, just as Fang Yan's consciousness came out, that sense of consciousness swished like a rabbit It disappeared in a flash.

Dialect was a little surprised, with such a strong spiritual sense, why did he act so cautiously, even timidly? In this way, Fang Yan became interested, and he just waited for the next time it reappeared, so we could communicate with each other. Fan.

The dialect didn't wait too long this time, but after a while, that sense of consciousness reappeared.

"Are you a monk who came in from outside?"

There was a wave of fluctuation in dialect consciousness.

"Yes, you are?" Fang Yan asked carefully.

"Me? I haven't used a name for a long time. You can call me Xing Wuwu."

"Senior Xing, I don't know why you took me here?"

"Me? I didn't take you here. As long as you step into the Bailizhang Taolin, you will be taken here. There is no other result."

"A hundred miles of peach miasma forest? Senior Xing, the peach miasma forest outside is more than a hundred miles away."

"I don't know Baili? No, the ones you mentioned are not real peach forests. Only the innermost peach forest, which is neither high nor short, is exactly one foot long. These are Zhang Taolin.

Ganqing is Zhang Taolin, not peach miasma forest, only then did the dialect understand.

"Senior Xing, please forgive me for disturbing you, junior?"

"Forgive me or not. I haven't seen a stranger for thousands of years. You come to be my companion." There was a sense of grief and indignation in that consciousness.

"Thousands of years?" Fang Yan heard this, and felt that the person in front of him was bragging. The lifespan of a golden core monk was only a few hundred years, and the person in front of him actually said that he had lived for more than a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)