Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 219 Rumors Spread
During the conversation, Dialect didn't pay attention for a while, a tentacle the thickness of an arm chased after Dialect's back, burned it away from the fire, but it didn't bounce off, and directly attached to the peach miasma armor, Dialect's mana could be felt The speed rushes towards the back.

Unable to continue talking with the old man, Fang Yan raised his flying sword and cut off the tentacle behind him with a wave of his hand. Now there was another tentacle on the ground. Just as he retracted the flying sword, Fang Yan was about to continue fleeing when he suddenly heard the old man's voice A voice came: "Dialect, put away the immortal spirit grass."

"Pack it up? How?"

"Oh, you haven't been able to collect these things yet, and I have to pay the old man again. Dialect, didn't you get a few wood heart insect eggs in the Dark Demon Realm? You take one out and refine it a little bit, as long as you can stimulate it out The Qi of Yimu is enough. As long as these fairy-eating grasses touch the Qi of Yimu, they will calm down, and then you can use your Lihuo to kill them. Now I will block it for you, and it will be a while These fairy-eating spirit grasses can't break through my defense, but this time the old man will have to retreat for a long time before he can recover his vitality."

After finishing speaking, a soft ray of light appeared above Dialect's head, and the old man sacrificed his talisman, Lianyue Water Pattern Mirror, and dozens of shots behind him quickly stuck up like blood-sucking leeches, and the tentacles farther away It seemed to smell it too, and after a while, the entire shield was covered with dense tentacles.

"What are you still doing, hurry up and refine those few wood heart insect eggs." The old man shouted.

Dialect knew that the situation was urgent, so he didn't say any more. The old man was in the body of a nascent soul, and it was far less convenient to recover his mana. It was a desperate effort to do so now, so he immediately stopped flying and took out a When the wood heart insect eggs came, I already had wood spirit roots. After getting these wood heart insect eggs, Dialect didn't intend to cultivate them. I never thought of refining these wood heart insect eggs, and I never thought it would be useful.

After taking out the Muxin worm eggs, Fang Yan immediately held his breath, and began to type out hand formulas in his hand. Although the level of refining equipment in Dialect is not as good as that of alchemy, it is also the hand that has refined treasures, although it only takes up the light of the materials. , but it can be regarded as a monk who has seen the world. Many foundation-building monks can only refine magical weapons throughout their lives.

With Xing Wuxin's pointers and his own thinking, he recently refined the Dawu Sword, and the dialect is not considered a handyman. As he played out the hand formulas one after another, the Muxin eggs in his hand gradually changed , the already dead larvae in it seemed to be a little angry again under the hand formula of dialect, but dialect knew that this was only stimulated by his own mana, and the air of Yimu would be produced in the eggs of Muxin worms, what he had to do It is to refine it, and then it can stimulate and control these Yimu Qi.

The dialect is refining the wood heart worm here, and the old man is guarding it, but they don't know that countless monks are rushing to the East China Sea in the Tianfeng Continent thousands of miles away. Came towards Yuzhou Island.

I don't know when, a rumor spread in Tianfeng Continent, and countless cultivation gathering places were talking about it.

In the restaurant of Tianguixu, two young monks were having a meal. Both of them had practiced Qi Refining Dzogchen, and they were considered masters here.

"Old Zhou, have you heard that there is a rare treasure born in the East Sea, which is said to be a high-grade treasure." A monk who had completed Qi refining was whispering to his companion at the same table.

"A high-grade treasure? Really? How about we try our luck too? If we have a high-grade treasure, how dare those sect disciples show off their power in front of us."

"Old Zhou, I didn't hit you. Although your cultivation base is only one step away from foundation establishment, the teleportation array costs [-] spirit stones at a time. If you fly with the sword, do you know how long it will take you to go to the East China Sea? Let's hunt with peace of mind." Monster beast, in a few years, we can save up enough spirit stones and buy a Foundation Establishment Pill, then we will really feel proud."

In the cave at the foot of the mountain in Guiyun Town, several Foundation Establishment cultivators were also discussing something.

"Hongyunzi, I heard that an ancient spiritual weapon was born in the East China Sea, but is it true?" A middle-aged woman asked a monk in red on the opposite side.

"Ghost, can I still lie to you? This matter is absolutely true. You know, I have some friendship with an inner sect disciple of the Xuanyin Sect. I heard this because he said that he leaked the truth. In fact, this news has already been circulated around." Countless people have heard that Blackbeard and the others seem to be preparing to go to the East China Sea, and we can only get a share of the pie if we cooperate."

"Hongyunzi is right, I've heard it too, but Hongyunzi, I'm afraid there won't be many ancient spiritual artifacts in the world, so how should we distribute them when we have so many people?" A young man has already begun to think about the distribution of the spoils problem.

If someone can listen to everyone's conversations at the same time, they will find that countless people are discussing the news of the birth of treasures in the East China Sea, but the news about the Qi Refining Cultivator is a high-grade treasure. It is an ancient spirit weapon.

The figures in many sects are not so arbitrary, so such news cannot be hidden from the sect.

There is also a conversation going on in the back mountain of the Mo Lingzong where Dialect once stayed. The fire Taoist, the head teacher of the Mo Lingzong, is now also at the twelfth level of foundation building. He has made great progress, but at the moment he is standing below with his hands down, respectfully listening to an old man sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Huofeng, you have been in charge of the Black Spirit Sect for decades, how can you still listen to such rumors, rambling about these rumors are most likely groundless, take ten thousand steps back, even if there is really a top-grade spiritual weapon, Could it be that Mo Lingzong can easily get it, if you really get a top-grade spiritual weapon so blatantly, can you still guard Mo Lingzong safely?"

"Uncle Master's lesson is that Huofeng is really gullible."

"That's right. In the final analysis, a spirit weapon is just a magic weapon. If one's own cultivation is not enough, even if one has a spirit weapon, it is difficult to activate it. It is not as powerful as a treasure weapon, so let's stop this matter. Huofeng, this In the past few years, the disciples of the Zongmen have improved their cultivation levels. You and your juniors have also reached the eleventh and second floors of the foundation building. In the future, all the disciples who have reached the eleventh floor of the foundation building can come here to retreat. In a few years, someone will successfully form an alchemy, and our Mo Lingzong will be able to be promoted to an intermediate sect by then."

Hearing the words of the Supreme Elder, Taoist Huo was overjoyed: "Okay, Master Uncle, this disciple will give you an order."

Not everyone knows the same as the elder Taishang of Mo Lingzong. After hearing the news, the elders of many small sects still organized capable disciples in the sect to march towards the East China Sea. For these sect helmsmen, they haven't taken it seriously. If they can get back a spirit weapon, it will be worth tens of millions of spirit stones.

Those who really understand the value of this news are those old monsters who have not appeared in the world for a long time, such as the real Jiuhuan of Xingjizong and his apprentice, the master of Shang Daozi.

It has been a while since Jiu Huan returned to Xingjizong, and suddenly heard the news from his disciple, that on the night of the full moon, a huge beam of light appeared in the East Sea, and the power of the moonlight poured into it?Could it be?
Suddenly remembering the dialect and the old man who were staying on Yuzhou Island, he immediately told his apprentice: "Fuchen, I'm going to Yuzhou Island in the East China Sea."

"Master, but the time for that thing has not arrived yet. It should be just a sign, and it will be at least ten years before it will be born. I don't know if it will be born this time."

"Fuchen, I know, I'm not going to take this muddy water, and monks who have reached our level should all know about this matter. Now it's just some little monks who have passed away. I'm worried about a person, dialect, if some casual monks Cultivator Nascent Soul goes over, I'm afraid it will be bad for him."

"It turned out to be Junior Brother, but didn't Master say that Junior Brother is also a prudent person? He should only be building a foundation now, how could he provoke Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"It's a crime to be pregnant. You can practice with peace of mind. I'll go back when I go." About the old man, Jiuhuan Daoist didn't even say anything to his apprentices. This is not something that can be trusted or not, but a promise.

Suddenly, a few dark lights flashed in the Xingji Sect's protective formation, and a subtle and imperceptible fluctuation was fleeting. Only the elders in charge of the formation were slightly aware of it, and the others didn't know it at all.

(End of this chapter)