Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 240 Waiting for someone who is destined

A palm shattered Zhang Shun's aura.

Followed by.

I only saw Fang Xin fishing it up casually, and then directly fished his whole body up from the Lihun River.

Taking a closer look, he could only see that his whole body had turned into aura, and the treasure hunting mouse that had been standing on his shoulder had also been slapped to death at this moment.

Only that Qiankun bag hanging from nowhere, just like that leisurely fell from his body:

"Clap!"

He caught the Qiankun bag casually.

Later, Fang Xin suppressed his aura with his left hand, preventing him from recovering.

The other hand is a random shot, opening the divine sense marked on the Qiankun bag:

"Whoa..."

A series of sounds of gold and silver ringing appeared.

Afterwards, only a large group of various gold and silver spiritual materials appeared.

However, when seeing these things, Fang Xin couldn't help showing a look of disgust:

"Is there just so much junk?"

"After so many years of robbing, I haven't seen any achievements from you. It's a waste of such a good location."

"If you were really ambitious, you would have already grown bigger and stronger by this time, and created another glories."

Shaking his head, he despised Zhang Shun for a while, and then, Fang Xin casually threw the things inside into the Qiankun bag.

Although this spiritual material is better than others.

but.

Putting it in the hands of Fang Xin, a man of Yuanling level, he felt that this thing was not strong.

After all, it is not something that can withstand the burning of the real fire of the sun.

Those who can hit a spark are already considered treasures.

thought of here.

Fang Xin casually took a box made of red sandalwood that was well placed in the Qiankun bag:

"This thing is Zhang Shun, the secret of being able to wander freely in this Lihun River?"

"I'll have to take a closer look at that."

This Lihun River can even fascinate high-grade characters, and basically there is no resistance if they fall into it.

however.

Zhang Shun, an ordinary practitioner of the upper-grade realm, actually wandered in it, seeing the Lihun River as nothing.

This is somewhat surprising.

Thinking of this, he casually opened the small red sandalwood box, and then looked inside the box:

I only saw a small memorial tablet inside this box.

Although the tablet is only three feet in size, it seems to be very delicate, and it is even engraved with the inscription of the sun, moon and stars.

more importantly.

On this ranking, there is a line of small words written:
"The place where Zhang Shun's three souls reside."

Taking a closer look, I can only see the faint light above the three lights of the sun, the moon, and the stars, and there is a flashing light in one of them.

Take a closer look at the position of the moonlight.

There seems to be a faint soul inside.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin seemed to understand something:

"A person has three souls and seven souls. Once all three souls and seven souls are lost, the whole person will no longer have vitality."

"Ordinary people, even practitioners, will be affected by the Lihun River, entirely because of the influence of the soul."

"If you use a special method to store your own earth soul in a certain place, then the impact can be greatly reduced."

When thinking of this, Fang Xin couldn't help being a little surprised:
"Sure enough, he is a genius!"

When he thought of this, he took out a small piece of cloth from behind the crystal-like tablet.

Take a closer look.

This is indeed clear and plain, and it records the method of how to make such tablets.

Obviously, the production of this kind of tablet is the biggest secret of those practitioners who live on the Lihun River.

Thinking of this, Fang Xin casually stuffed this piece of cloth into his Qiankun bag.

Followed by.

On the other hand, he turned his eyes to the group of spiritual light that was suppressed by his left hand, which was still shining brightly:
"For practitioners in the upper realm, it is difficult to die, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage."

"It seems that this fate must really fall on you."

When he said this, he looked at the spiritual light that was still gradually solidifying in front of him, and showed a smile from the heart.

When he thought of this, he seemed to feel that it was a little unsafe:
"Right now, Lingguang has not been completely disabled, and the sense of self-reliance is still very firm."

"That's a bit unsafe."

"It's better to be half disabled first, so it's easy to clean up."

When he thought of this, he only saw his right hand pointed a little, and then lightly tapped on the cloud of aura.

With the sword finger falling.

A faintly visible sword light slashed at the cloud of aura in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, only a shrill scream was heard:

"……what!!!"

He looked towards that cluster of aura.

All I saw was the originally crystal-clear, sparkling aura, which seemed to be falling apart at the moment.

But because the top-grade realm has become a spiritual light, with the help of the restriction, he did not die.

It is in a state of being tortured, but unable to survive and unable to die.

saw this scene.

Seeing such broken roots, but not broken, nor condensed together, this group of spiritual light.

Fang Xin couldn't help showing a smug smile:

"I suppose that's enough."

"If you do a little manipulation, maybe you can transfer a part of my luck."

When he said this, he looked at the half-disabled aura in front of him, and he seemed to see the future leisurely:
"If this sluggish luck can be transferred, then the future will be interesting."

"The boy who gave you treasures might be me."

When he said this, he casually fished out all the more precious materials from Zhang Shun's pocket.

Followed by.

It is very easy to arrange the precious piles and the non-precious piles of many materials in it.

After sorting them into categories, Fang Xin started his next action:
"Samadhi true fire, come out!"

Just look at him casually pinching the hand formula, and a group of scorching flames appeared from his hand.

I saw the real fire of samadhi coming out casually.

Fang Xin casually pointed at the three piles of materials next to him:
"Practice!"

As his words fell, he only saw the three piles of materials in front of him, which began to burn rapidly like a hill.

For a while.

Many materials have turned into balls of metal liquid, which seem to be shining with multicolored light.

Seeing that the three piles of materials had been refined into balls of liquid, Fang Xin pointed at them, and then quickly outlined the spell in the air:

"Taking the gossip as the core, the roots are disconnected, and they are connected to the luck and cause and effect in the dark. They must have a part of the relationship with me."

"This magic weapon, it seems that I really need to make some troubles!"

After the words fell, he only saw Zhang Shun's aura casually put aside, and then his hands began to dance.

The left hand kept pinching the fingers.

Hexagrams appeared one after another in his hands, and then he entered them into the cloud of aura liquid in front of him.

The right hand draws runes continuously with fingers forming a sword.

All he saw was the blue radiance, which appeared in various incantations in front of him.

For a moment, the entire bamboo raft was illuminated.

Observing carefully, he could only see that the cloud of psychic liquid in front of him had already turned into a long sword as he continued to move.

There seems to be gossip drawn on the hilt.

The indistinct trace of the brand of gossip seems to be more dao rhyme than the entire long sword.

At the end, Fang Xin took Zhang Shun's earth soul tablet and crushed it casually:
"go with!"

Follow him with a light touch.

He only saw the earth soul who didn't seem to have much intelligence, and he tapped into the gossip of the three-foot long sword:

"Using the spirit to refine the weapon, the magic weapon will finally be completed."

As his last sentence fell, all he could see was the entire long sword that he had tapped into the soul of the earth, and it appeared in his hand.

The sword is three feet three long.

The blade of the sword is as sharp and shining as white snow.

The gossip pattern is inscribed on the hilt.

Suspending quietly in the air like this, it looks extraordinarily powerful and terrifying.

Suddenly, this turned out to be a magic weapon that can reach the top-grade realm!

Looking at the high-grade magic weapon in front of him, Fang Xin was very satisfied and praised:
"As expected of something that made me put so much effort into it, it's not too low in the top-rank realm."

"If in the end it is really possible to go back to the source and practice Zhang Shun's whole body into a weapon spirit, then he can go to a higher level."

When he said this, he nodded his head, and then he looked at the aura that had been scattered in front of him:

"Nowadays, Zhang Shun's aura is broken, and his thoughts cannot be reunited. It is best to operate without room for thinking."

"In this case, the illusion that has been practiced for so many years can finally be used."

"Now it's finally moving from auxiliary spells to proactive spells. That's right, it's really good."

When he said this, he saw a sudden flash of inspiration in his hands, and then they turned into two inexplicably colorful glove-like things.

Followed by.

He rubbed his hands slightly, and then began to carefully knead Zhang Shun's aura on top of it:

"Since the earth soul has been refined into a magic weapon, it must be the material that was refined into a weapon spirit in the end."

"So, while letting him carry hatred, he must not kill with a cold and stern attitude."

"In this regard, he needs to change his character a little bit, and let him become a talkative villain."

As he thought about it, he began to carefully stuff all kinds of pictures, true or false, into this cloud of spiritual light.

The whole person looks like he is creating light and shadow.

He randomly pulled out a picture that seemed real but not real, and then threw it into the aura, and then kneaded it continuously to blend into the aura.

The effect created in this way is that after Zhang Shun's aura is fully recovered, he will think that these things have been experienced by him.

After all, he is a big boss at the level of Fayou Yuanling.

For example, Fang Xin, who made his fortune with illusion and paper figurines, dare not say that he can fight against even a Fayou Yuanling figure of the same level.

Not to mention, it's just an ordinary high-level practitioner who is not too advanced.

After he finished operating, he picked up the Qiushui long sword next to him:
"From now on, you will be called Qiushuijian."

"The cause and effect of your love and killing each other can't be cut off from me."

When he said this, he picked up the long sword next to him, and then touched Zhang Shun's aura on the already seriously injured:
"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

I only saw the aura that was already somewhat fragmented, but it became even more fragmented under this sword.

Fang Xin, who saw such a change, seized the opportunity and squeezed the sword finger and the Dow finger with both hands.

Then, quickly freeze the fate in front of him:
"Gossip about heaven and earth, adapt to the situation with godliness."

"Certainly!"

As his words fell, he saw only a big gossip, appearing from this group of spiritual light and this long sword.

Then, it quickly dissipated into the air, as if it had never happened before.

Wait until everything is resolved.

Fang Xin raised his hand and calculated quickly, as if he was calculating something:
"Now, karmic luck is in place."

"Although I can't count such a high-end thing, but with so many illusions stuffed in, it should be able to achieve the same result."

"Next, we need a young and promising protagonist to change his fate against the sky."

When he thought of this, he immediately started counting with both hands, with a big gossip in each hand, it seemed that the whole person was very busy.

But in the process of his continuous calculation.

Under his control, the small bamboo raft slowly swam towards the wilderness.

that's it.

As time slowly passed, Fang Xin, who had been calculating the position, also walked down from the bamboo raft.

Looking in all directions, only seeing this place, it seems that it really belongs to the frontier environment:

"Judging from the richness of the vitality of the world, it really is back to my hometown."

When he said this, he looked at a hexagram that had been deduced for so long, and he couldn't help showing a smile:

"Now, the deduction has also come to fruition."

"Thirty miles to the east from here, there will be a predestined person appearing, and it seems that this period of karma is about to fall on him."

When he said this, he only saw a flash of flames all over his body, and then he had already left the place.

the next moment.

I only saw him standing quietly on one of the hills.

And here is what he calculated just now, the place that is destined for him.

Looking into the distance.

All he could see was a small town in front of him.

However, as he deduced that town at a time, his whole face couldn't help but become a little weird:

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the hometown of Bianhuang."

"The evil cultivator and the devil cultivator are a bit wanton."

(End of this chapter)