Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 247 Lost
Dialect saw clearly the appearance of this Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, with his immeasurable demeanor and fluttering white clothes, and he showed a calm posture in all his gestures. When he saw the attack approaching him, he just whispered: "Hey, the blood Evil insects? I never imagined that a little Golden Core cultivator could find such a vicious thing, today's harvest is really good, not only has the original power, but also received this kind of treasure."

He didn't care about Qian Muzi's escape at all, as if it was just an insignificant mosquito flying away.There was no movement of his hands, and several streaks of red smoke gathered towards his hands, even the one that attacked Dialect was no exception.

After putting away these blood fiends, the old man stared at the dialect with great interest.

Fang Yan sensed the gaze of Great Cultivator Nascent Soul, and the other party was not paying attention to himself at all, but the original power in him, that is, his golden core.

Being so ignored by the other party, Fang Yan is not angry, the other party has this qualification, the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, is far higher than himself, a monk who has just been promoted to the Golden Core for less than a few days, that is the existence that attracts everyone's attention.

However, if the other party wants to treat himself as a prey, that is another matter. It is acceptable to ignore the Nascent Soul cultivator, but it does not mean that he can accept the killing of the other party. I have never been afraid of trouble, and now that the Nascent Soul cultivator has hit me on the head, sitting and waiting is naturally not the choice of dialect.

"Go." A Guishui thunder shot out from Fang Yan's hand.

"Hey, a little monk who has just formed an alchemy, dare to make a move?" The great monk Yuanying seemed to have not expected that such a small person as Fang Yan would dare to attack him. He raised it casually, and an invisible barrier was born, and the powerful five thunders in Fang Yan's hands The true formula melted away without a sound.

"This thunder technique is pretty good, but unfortunately your cultivation base is too low. If a late-stage Jindan cultivator uses it, it will be a bit threatening." After accepting the dialect's attack, the Nascent Soul cultivator still did not forget to comment: " Hand over the original power." It seems to be talking about a trivial matter. After hearing this, the dialect is a little happy: "I will give you this source and I will be useless."

"Then what's the matter, it's your blessing to be favored by me, Taihao." The tone was taken for granted.

Fang Yan knew that he could not communicate with this Nascent Soul monk who called himself Taihao. In the eyes of the other party, he was nothing more than an ant, and it was his own good fortune to dedicate things to him.

"Old man, take another trick from me." Fang Yan threw out another shiny golden thing in his hand, and it was another big Wu sword embryo. Fang Yan only refined three swords, but they were consumed in Wangui Mountain. two handles.

"Huh? Still dare to resist, self-destruct magic weapon? Even if it is a top-quality weapon, it can do nothing to me. It's a waste of effort." Taihao still gently raised his right hand, and the invisible barrier was born.

Although the Dawujian sword embryo refined in the dialect is not as good as a top-grade treasure, its body is the Heaven and Earth Spirit Wood Shocking Thunder Wood, and the explosion power is far greater than ordinary treasures. The blue queen bee beast was also killed by such a sword The fetus was injured, and then he was killed by the peach miasma poison in the dialect.

Of course, the purpose of today's dialect is not to kill Yuanying. My current cultivation level is too far from the opponent's. Some, it will not have a greater effect than Guishui Lei.

What dialect needs is just a little more time, yes, dialect needs a little time right now.

Taihao thought that the little ant in front of him was just fighting in a corner, but he didn't expect that he made some miscalculations this time. The semi-finished magic weapon in front of him exploded with great power, blasting a gap in the magic barrier. Of course he wanted to rely on such a magic weapon. It is still impossible to hurt him by self-explosion, but it is a great shame for a great Nascent Soul cultivator to be attacked by the opponent.

Taihao's right hand was another wave of mana, which finally dispelled the self-detonation of the Dawu sword: "Little ants actually have such things as evil spirits and lightning, but I see what else you have."

Fang Yan turned his head and smiled lightly at Taihao: "No more." After speaking, a wave of spatial fluctuation spread instantly.

"I let that person go just now, even if you are a blood escaper, you can't escape." Taihao made a gesture with both hands, and the surrounding space suddenly became sticky. Under such circumstances, even a low-level monk It is also difficult for Xuedun to break through this kind of space restriction.

Blood escape cannot be broken, not all escape methods can't be broken, but the streamer wing that dialect is urging now is a magic weapon of flying escape, and it is also a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Taihao watched helplessly as the little ants disappeared from his body with a wisp of ridicule, he looked around in disbelief, and indeed disappeared, just disappeared from his eyes.

"Spiritual weapon? There is a flying escape-like spiritual weapon?" Taihao said with a face of shock. He has the spiritual weapon in his body, and can naturally use it to escape, but it is not this kind of spiritual weapon that just broke his own restriction. , but a spiritual tool with the main function of flying away, the grade is not low, if not, how can a small Jindan early-stage monk, even with a spiritual tool in his hand, be able to break through the air and leave.

"I didn't expect so many surprises today. When I catch you, I want to see what kind of magic weapon it is. Trouble is coming, and I have to go." With a flash, Taihao's figure came out of the cave. Disappear.

As soon as Taihao left, seven or eight monsters rushed here one after another, not one of them was inferior to the blue queen bee beast, and three of them had much stronger auras. These monsters circled in the cave for a while, Finding nothing, they all dispersed.

Fang Yan is at the bottom of the sea at the moment, and he doesn't know where it is, but Fang Yan is still very happy: "So what about the monk Yuanying, didn't he let me escape."

After Taihao this time, Fang Yan also sensed the original power from his golden core. Unexpectedly, these original powers are so eye-catching. With the fan removed, this magic weapon is the most useful for concealing the breath. Although it may make others aware of the existence of the magic weapon, it is enough to shield one's own original power. As long as it is not the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, I am not very afraid now.

It's just that the mana consumption of the Liuguang Wing is still a bit overwhelming for Fang Yan. Just after activating the ten-breath kung fu, more than half of the mana in Fang Yan's body has been consumed. With the few spiritual thunders that were urged just now, the mana in Fang Yan's body has bottomed out at this moment.

But being able to escape the Nascent Soul cultivator, even if he was injured, was worth it, not to mention that it was only a waste of mana. Dialect was hiding in the streamer wings and was trying his best to recover his mana.

After forming the alchemy, the speed of inhaling and exhaling spiritual energy has become faster, but the total amount of spiritual energy required has also increased a lot. Calculated in two terms, it will take a little longer than before to recover all the mana.

Two days later, Dialect popped up from the bottom of the sea, carefully discerning the surroundings, he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, this place didn't match all the charts on him, that is to say, Dialect got lost.

The chart on Fang Yan's body covers a range of millions of miles around Wangui Mountain. Could it be that he escaped millions of miles by just holding it?
Dialect also doesn't want to go back to Yuzhou Island or Samsung Island anymore. Now that the Chishui Agate and the Leaf of Ancient Breath have been found, only the Eternal Soul Star Vanilla has not yet disappeared. There must be no hope here. I still need to go back to the Tianfeng Continent is.

Dialect looked at the sun in the sky, identified the direction, and didn't push the streamer wings any more, but pushed the Flying Cloud Dagger to escape in the direction of Tianfeng Continent. Never find it.

Dialect had just escaped half a day's journey with ease, when suddenly a powerful aura swept over him behind him, such power can only be possessed by Nascent Soul cultivators, and this is not the first time he has come across this aura dialect, the Nascent Soul cultivator who called himself Taihao did not know how to pass Somehow, he found his own position, but after two days of effort, he quickly caught up.

How dare dialect wait for the other party to catch up, last time he succeeded in a surprise attack, and he might not even have a chance to do it again when he meets again, so he quickly put away Feiyun's magic bag, and at the same time instilled mana into the streamer wings, just as the owner of that breath When it was about to arrive, there was another spatial fluctuation, and the dialect disappeared from the original place, leaving only Taoist Taihao with an angry face.

"Damn it, you escaped again. Hmph, activate the high-level magic weapon. In the East China Sea, there is not enough aura. I don't believe how long your mana can last. I want to see how far a small ant can escape."

Immediately there was also a dodge, Taoist Taihao also fled from the spot.

(End of this chapter)