Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 1012 The Forgotten
"Dialect, but what did you find?"

A moment later, after leaving the Great Soul City, in the depths of the Great Soul Star's wilderness, Dialect, who was flying towards the Great Soul Star's interstellar teleportation formation, suddenly stopped and stopped, and felt the voice of Hu Taoist who was moving in dialect Even when it sounded in the sea of ​​dialect knowledge, while speaking, Daoist Hu had already quietly activated his own magic weapon, the star burial robe.

"Don't be nervous, it's nothing serious." Fang Yan sent a divine sense to Daoist Hu, so that he didn't have to rush to activate the Star Burial Robe, and then his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot immediately, but he entered the scroll of Senran In the magic weapon space.

There are countless spaces in the Senran scroll, and in one of them, there are four figures sitting cross-legged, but they are the four Nascent Soul monks from the Thousand Illusion Sect who were caught by the dialect back then, but these four people are really difficult to see at this moment. He has a bit of the suave appearance that a Nascent Soul cultivator should have, not to mention skin and bones, his whole body is wrinkled like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, and it looks like four mummies from a distance.

Suddenly, the four mummy-like existences seemed to have noticed some movement, and suddenly opened their eyes and looked around. Only this bright eyes showed that they were not dead things, but the four looked around for a while, They didn't notice it at all, the surroundings were peaceful, and there was no movement. They retracted their eyes and were about to close them again, when suddenly one of them noticed something was wrong.

"My Cosmos Bag." The voice was very hoarse, as if two rusty old iron tools were rubbing against each other, but the tone was very stern, as if being raped by someone.

Following this sound, the other three people also turned their eyes to their own bodies with their spiritual consciousness, and then there were three more shouting sounds, which were equally unpleasant.

Several people continued to shout, but suddenly heard a low voice: "Shut up."

Hearing this voice, several people immediately paused, with a look of horror on their withered faces, how could they forget this voice, it was the owner of this voice who kidnapped them back then, and the method was so clever that there was no trace, so that The Nascent Soul cultivators didn't respond at all, only the distracted cultivators had such means.

When the four of them were robbed just now, they panicked, not knowing what would happen to them, but after a long time, they found that after the person robbed them, he just trapped them here, except for the confinement of the surrounding space, there was no embarrassment at all What they meant was that they didn't even touch anything on their bodies. After the four of them discussed it, they only thought that the reputation of their own sect was useful. It wouldn't be long before some elders of the sect would rescue them. However, there are two distracted monks in the sect, and few people dare to provoke them.

But I never thought that this sleepover lasted for decades, and the other party seemed to have picked up a few pieces of rags, and after throwing them here, they forgot, no matter how many people called, there was no response at all, and the aura of heaven and earth around this ghost place I can't get a trace of it, but the power of restraint flashes from time to time. It's not that I haven't tried to bombard the surrounding restraints, but the strength of the restraint power is far beyond what they expected, and it is not easy to break. Of course, the few of them also have the means of eight hundred, but after trying the tyranny of the surrounding restrictions, they really have no confidence to break through, not to mention that this is just a magic weapon space, and there are unfathomable magic weapon masters distracting cultivators outside. A few people just thought about those methods and didn't dare to use them. Later, they didn't dare to waste a little bit of their energy, but they didn't dare to waste any energy. After decades, they tried their best to use them sparingly. Most of the many spiritual stones and spiritual objects have already been consumed, and in the end it became the person who is neither human nor ghost.

After a long time, the few people gradually understood that the distracted cultivator who kidnapped them had no fear at all of his own sect, the Thousand Illusion Sect, or had fear, but he would not show mercy to the four of them. Later, they couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts that they absolutely didn't want to admit, but it was probably true. Could it be that the other party simply forgot about them? No matter what happened, the four of them knew that their situation could not be tolerated Optimism means that if the confinement continues like this, there is no need for anyone to do anything. In a few decades, at most a hundred years, when the spirit stones are completely exhausted, the few of them will die directly due to the lack of spiritual energy. If this is the case, That was extremely frustrating.

I haven't seen anyone pay attention to it for decades, but now there is a sudden movement. The person who came here took his own Qiankun bag without saying a word. Apart from the two distracted ancestors who hardly care about world affairs, the real main force of the sect is their Nascent Soul cultivators, but now it is different from the past, the few remaining spirit stones in the Qiankun bag are their lives If someone snatches away the vital existence, it would be no different from killing them, and before they even had time to think about it for a moment, they yelled out loudly.

After hearing the voice of the dialect, the four Yuanying monks of the Thousand Illusion Sect, who were no longer human or ghost, remembered their situation, and also remembered the strength that the dialect showed when they captured them. Be careful to offend the other party and kill yourself directly, even if it drags on, it won't last long, and no one wants to die early.

However, their silence was only for a few breaths. After a few breaths, the shouting sounded again, but this time no one paid attention to their Qiankun bags, and they were all words of prayer and begging for mercy.

"Senior, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and I still hope that my senior will hold my hands high, and I will be like a cow or a horse in the future, and let my senior order me."

"Senior, this junior knows a blessed place in the cave. If the senior lets go of the little one, this junior is willing to dedicate this cave to the senior."

"Senior, the Patriarch Chenming of the Thousand Illusion Sect is the master of the younger generation, please forgive the crime of disrespect for the younger generation for the sake of the master, and there will be a big thank you in the future."

I haven't seen the owner of the magic weapon for decades, and now the other party has finally remembered me. No matter what the other party's purpose is, if I don't seize this opportunity to ask the other party to show kindness and release me, I am afraid I will never have another chance. They shouted around, but the flattering tone compensated for the ugly voice, which was unspeakably weird. No matter how they shouted, there was no response, just like the past few decades.

"Who is this man? What is he going to do?"

"Is he going to kill us?"

"With his demonstrated strength, if he wants to kill us, it won't be much more difficult than crushing an ant. Why bother?"

"Then what is it for? For decades, we have ignored it, and it is only today that we suddenly appeared to take away our Qiankun bag. This person must not be fancying something on us, and must have another purpose."

The few people who did not receive any response stopped shouting after a while, turned to stimulate their spiritual consciousness, and began to discuss with each other, but they have not drawn any conclusions for decades, and now they can figure out something. Afterwards, the few people who were worried about their excessive wear and tear stopped communicating and settled down separately, only waiting for the reappearance of the master here.

"Ah?" Suddenly, one of them shouted.

Without opening their mouths to ask what happened, the rest of the people had already sensed it. At this moment, the connection between themselves and Qian Kun Dai was suddenly broken, and the imprint of their spiritual consciousness was completely wiped out.

What this means, the four of them are very clear in their hearts. Seeing that they will fall soon, the four of them can't hold back the fear in their hearts. Even if they are afraid of the power of the master of the magic weapon, they don't care about it at this moment. First, one of them started to curse , Not long after, the other three people also followed the sound, and there was a commotion in the space, with unpleasant words one after another.

"What a croak." Suddenly, the dialect voice sounded again.

The four people who had already given up hope suddenly heard the voice of the dialect. Although they were full of anger, it shocked them, but their happiness had not yet been revealed, and a wave had passed by them. All sounds stopped abruptly.

Even when they were intact, facing such a majestic force, they could only do nothing. Now, they have no reaction at all. After the fluctuation disappeared, several people were shocked to find that not only could they not speak, but their bodies and even their souls and consciousness were also restricted. When he got up, no matter how difficult it was to move, even if he wanted to blew himself up, it would be difficult to do so.

(End of this chapter)