Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 244 Shock
Looking at the alchemy furnace in his hand, Fang Yan's confidence in forming alchemy suddenly skyrocketed. It seemed that Fang Yan's xinxing had suddenly penetrated a lot. Although his cultivation base had not yet improved, his state of mind had quietly improved.

The two raw materials are high-level items, especially the fire-flame heart spar. The refined furnace is naturally extraordinary, reaching the level of treasures. The dialect has carved many formations on the furnace, and it will be used in the future, which is better than the previous one. I don't know how many times better the furnace is.

Qian Muzi outside stopped attacking, but he didn't leave, as if he was still thinking about something.

Dialect didn't care about him, he tidied up the spirit herbs that needed to be used, even for refining pills, Dialect didn't plan to use his own Lihuo anymore, he still used that small flame, a small flame, which was better than his own. Li Huo is much stronger.

Qian Muzi continued to test for a long time, but he did not find any flaws in the formation, nor did he disturb the retreating monks in the formation. However, Qian Muzi himself consumed a lot of mana. He had just recovered from meditation at this time, and he was a little hesitant to continue attacking. Suddenly, I felt a strange fluctuation coming from the top of my head. What is it?Soon Qian Muzi realized what was on the top of his head, someone was forming an alchemy?

The surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy quickly gathered towards the cave, and after half an hour, the concentration of the spiritual energy here increased by more than two times, and all the spiritual energy rushed towards the place Qian Muzi had just identified as the existence of the formation.

Qian Muzi himself has experienced this kind of thing, and he concluded almost instantly that there must be a monster or a monk forming the alchemy, but who is the person or monster that is forming the alchemy? The alchemy is formed here, and the aura here is so thin, is it because of that drop of origin?

But how could there be a foundation-building cultivator here? Even a Nascent Soul cultivator, Qian Muzi, would not be so strange. Could it be two masters and apprentices?
Although I can't figure it out, no matter what the situation is, Qian Muzi is not going to bombard the formation anymore. As long as he guards this place tightly, the people inside will always come out, even if he is a late-stage alchemy monk, plus a person who has just formed an alchemy The few things in my hands are enough to kill the monks. Even if I encounter a monster with half a foot on the sixth level like the queen bee last time, I am not afraid. If I really meet the monk Nascent Soul, Probably not, no Nascent Soul cultivator would bring his disciples to such a place to form alchemy, Qian Muzi thought about it, then touched a strange-looking magic weapon in his hand, made up his mind, and casually took a magic weapon in his hand He got up, completely concealed his figure, and hid aside to watch the spiritual energy fluctuations in the cave.

At this moment, Dialect has released all the available guards. He is using his mana to attack the golden elixir. Earlier, there was already a round virtual elixir in the dantian of dialect. The virtual elixir looks like a golden elixir, but it is actually quite different , itself is extremely fragile, in order to form a real golden elixir, dialect still needs to refine and condense this fragile illusory elixir.

Dialect started to use Xingyun Jue, and began to slowly refine his own illusory core. Under the operation of dialect's mental method, the condensed illusory core gradually turned into a drop shape, and finally turned into a trickle. Flowing in the blood.

As the Xudan continued to liquefy and replenished, Fang Yan quickly felt the pain in his meridians like a knife cut, but he couldn't use the kung fu to relieve it, so he could only endure it forcibly. This power alone is not ordinary The foundation-building cultivators were able to resist the past. In the Qingyun market, many foundation-building cultivators coveted the original soil spirit liquid for this reason. However, Fang Yan's body has been tempered, and he just felt a tingle and it was no longer a serious problem.

Finally, the last bit of illusory elixir has become a liquid flow into it, and dialect has completed the first step of impacting the golden elixir, 'transformation elixir'.

Dialect's body has already been tempered several times, and his flesh and blood are already extremely pure, but at this moment, there are still streaks of stains seeping out from the pores along with the black blood, forming a thin black shell on Dialect's body surface, and then Another burst of aura rushed out of Dialect's body, instantly breaking up the black shell and falling to the ground one after another.

At this moment, Fang Yan could already feel the chaos in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts were about to move. Before these thoughts arose, Fang Yan immediately swallowed Yuanlong Xindan, and at the same time put one hand on the original power, the universe in his body The spiritual energy of various systems in the pot also gushed out, rushing into the blood of Dialect, following the stream of the change of the emptiness.

After the power of each department in the blood circulated for several times, they all rushed towards the dantian of the dialect. With a trace of the original power entering the body, the virtual pill liquid in the dantian of the dialect that had been re-refined by the dialect quickly became It became sticky, and with the mana of the dialect, more aura and original power were drawn out by him to replenish into the dantian.

The dialect at this moment has long forgotten the discomfort of the body, and the whole spirit is silent on the golden core that is about to condense in his dantian. No wonder people say that the formation of the core is extremely dangerous. Monster beasts can easily kill Dialect at this moment, not to mention monks with ulterior motives.

The dantian quickly reached its limit, and there was still more aura and mana in the blood that wanted to be squeezed into the dantian, but it was impossible. Fang Yan felt that his body seemed to be burst by the abundant mana, and Fang Yan knew that the time had come , secretly shouted: "Ning Dan."

The dialect operates the exercises, forcibly pouring the mana aura in the blood into the dantian.

With a bang, the dantian that had already reached its limit seemed to be suddenly pushed down a wall. Fang Yan felt that his mana and aura, which had nowhere to go, suddenly had a wider world. A small bright spot appeared in the dantian, like a star hanging in the dantian of the dialect, shining around, spinning continuously, all the powers approaching the vicinity were absorbed by this small bright spot, and then it Then become bigger and stronger, this is my golden core?

The dialect has produced pill seeds at this moment, but at the most dangerous moment, Yuan Longxin Dan has been unable to suppress the chaos that is about to move.

With the formation of that star point, the sea of ​​consciousness of dialects was instantly filled with countless figures, relatives, enemies, monks and monsters, some were familiar with the dialect, some had never seen the dialect, and some had never heard of the dialect of.

From the high and short brothers who were killed by the dialect for the first time, to Zhou Tianxing, Du Luo, etc. later, dozens of monks, almost every monk who has been killed by the dialect have gathered here at this moment, all of them are here. Crying for death in dialect.

Fang Yan is determined and unaffected by this kind of fierce fighting. Looking at the swarming monsters, he only said: "I want to form a pill, a group of defeated generals, if I can kill you once, I can kill you again. "

Following the thought of the dialect, several magic spells appeared, and these illusions all turned into smoke around the dialect and dispersed.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Fang, will you take me with you?" A soft voice came, but it was Yue Linglong standing beside Ji Yaoguang, with a face full of pleading and anticipation, dialect said without hesitation: "Junior Sister Yue? People who have no idea like this, let me disperse." Several black smoke rose from the two of them and dispersed.

Either miserable, or vicious, although he has not swallowed Ying's heart, the power of Yuan Long's heart pill is enough to ensure that Fang Yan is not affected by these illusions, Fang Yan is almost watching the performance of these demons with the mentality of a bystander.

Dialect is not interested in chasing after the black smoke that changes after they are scattered. This is his own sea of ​​consciousness, whether it is spells or demons, all of them come out of illusion. As long as he succeeds in forming alchemy, these things will naturally Retreat, killing them now will delay your own alchemy, the gain outweighs the loss.

"Fang Yan, help me." A kind but tragic voice appeared in Fang Yan's ears. Fang Yan saw a big river in front of him, which was the Fen River where he played since he was a child. The person calling for help in the water was his father. A voice that I had never heard before suddenly rang in my ears.

Hearing his father's shout, the deepest part of Fang Yan's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly remembered the little things his father took care of him when he was a child, and even those scenes that he thought he had forgotten, gradually emerged at this moment, everywhere. It was the closeness of his father. Dialect forgot that he was forming an alchemy, opened his mouth and shouted timidly: "Father", two lines of tears already flowed down from his eyes.

(End of this chapter)