Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 252 Spiritual Path
Soon, Fangyan realized that something was wrong. This thunder was not formed naturally, but came towards Zhang Taolin. The thunderclouds above his head became more and more dense. Dialect could even hear the rolling thunder. Dialect could clearly I feel that this thunder is not directed at me, they are all gathering in one place.

It is the only place in Zhangtao Forest that the dialect has never been to. It is Xing Wuwu's hiding place. At first, Xing Wuwu avoided the dialect, but later the dialect avoided it on his own initiative.

Was this thunder caused by brother Xingwuwu?Is it related to the plastic body he said?Dialect didn't care about the taboo, put away the streamer wings in his hands, and raised them on the red cicada, speeding towards the stars.

Tens of miles away, it arrived in an instant. Dialect looked at a hazy ball several miles away, and Xing Wuwu's breath was in it, but even though the dialect was running to break the illusion, he couldn't find where Xing Wuxin was. It seemed that the hazy ball It's Xing Wuwu, his breath is everywhere, but it's not very obvious everywhere.

Thinking of Xing Wuwu's previous explanation, Dialect didn't go directly there, but he didn't leave either, keeping an eye on the changes in the thunder above his head.

The cloud of hazy mist has been churning over there, as if Xing Wuxin is performing some kind of skill in it, and the thunder above his head is moving more and more frequently, and it will land at any time. Dialect is staring at the dream over there without moving. The hazy fog, suddenly, the fog began to shrink, and quickly shrank from hundreds of feet to only thirty feet in size.

At this moment, the thunderbolts in the air finally fell down. Although the miasma poison above the head was very poisonous, it had no effect on these thunderbolts at all. An electric snake as thick as an arm descended from the sky and directly hit the center of the cloud of mist.

The cloud of mist was instantly matured by the thunder and lightning, then trembled a few times, and gathered together again, but it did not stop shrinking. Before the second wave of thunder fell, it was only a dozen feet in size, but the speed of shrinking was obvious. Much slower.

Dialect stared at the cloud of mist, sensing the aura of Xing Wuwu, an inexplicable thought came to his mind, could this cloud of mist be Brother Xing?This cloud of mist is not aura, not water vapor, not any kind of mist recognized in dialects, but every inch of it can sense Xing Wuwu's breath.

While dialect was thinking, the second wave of thunder had fallen. This time there were two thunderbolts, which instantly hit the hazy mist that had just gathered. It was more violent than the last time. With a few pops, the mist split into pieces again.

This time the scattered mist still gathered into a ball, but Fang Yan felt that this time it was not as fast as last time. Could it be that Brother Xing couldn't hold on anymore?

The third wave of lightning came much faster, before the light of the second wave dissipated, the third wave fell, and this time, four waves fell at the same time.

Fang Yan saw that the cloud of fog was broken into a dozen small groups in an instant, and still wanted to gather together, but it seemed a little powerless. Seeing that another wave of lightning was about to fall, there were still a few small groups floating outside, and there was still room for gathering together. Maybe stay, if they can't get together, another flash of lightning will definitely disperse these clusters of mist.

Although it is not clear what state Xingwuwu is in now, Fangyan knows that the fog in front of him must have a great relationship with brother Xingwuwu. Seeing that another wave of thunder and lightning is about to fall, Fangyan no longer cares about Xingwuwu. If you don't help, I'm afraid the fog will be destroyed, and the breath of Brother Xing inside will also dissipate.

Dialect immediately sacrificed his own thunder tree and fled towards the fog. This time the number of thunder lights did not increase, but each one became thicker, and each bolt of lightning doubled in thickness, from the thickness of arms to the thickness of calves. .

The Thunder Tree did not disappoint Dialect, and still devoured a lot of the fourth wave of lightning, but the power of these thunder and lightning far exceeded Dialect's expectations. Even with the help of Thunder Tree, nearly half of the lightning bolts pierced through come over.

The few clouds of mist still did not gather, Dialect did not hesitate at all, immediately activated his mana, and guided all the lightning bolts to his body, only felt a crackling movement in the meridians, even the body after forming alchemy could not stand it The impact of these violent forces was just a moment, and Fang Yan felt that his meridians had been injured a lot.

The fog below finally gathered into a ball again, and this time it was several feet smaller than last time, only less than ten feet in size. If you look carefully in dialect, you can still see that the ten-foot-sized fog is vaguely in the shape of a person.

However, Dialect didn't have time to investigate the situation below, and another thunderbolt fell overhead. This time the number was reduced to two, but the power contained in them was twice as strong as the previous four.

At the same time, the dialect activated the Thunder Tree, and the Fan Jue body training technique was activated in the body, adjusting his body to the strongest level. A sense of shock and numbness soon spread throughout the body, including the internal organs, and what followed immediately was The bone-piercing pain, the dialect's meridians were greatly damaged, almost broken every inch, and it was impossible to activate the magic weapon again.

Another flash of lightning fell, a flash of thunder as thick as his waist, just when Fang Yan thought he was about to perish under this flash of lightning, he suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, and when he turned his head, he saw a handsome man standing beside him Beside, the fluctuations emanating from his body are very strange, very different from ordinary monks, but the aura is that of Brother Xingwu, and at the same time a colorful barrier appeared above his head.

After the biggest thunder light hit, half of it was dissipated, and the remaining half instantly hit the handsome man. Suddenly, a thunder force circulated in his body, but disappeared without a trace after a while.

The cloud of thunder above his head finally dissipated, and Fang Yan's hanging heart finally let go: "Are you Brother Xing?"

"What? Disappointed? Hehe, dialect, don't talk, it's important to heal your wounds first."

Fang Yan suddenly felt a fresh aura pouring into his meridians, gently repairing his severely damaged meridians.Dialect forcefully urged the mana in his meridians to merge into this aura, and at the same time began to operate his mind, falling into cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan woke up from the practice, but found that Xing Wuwu beside him was a little mentally ill, and he was meditating there to recover, looking at his intact body, Fang Yan immediately understood what happened: "Brother Xing, I'm really sorry Hold on, it's making you tired."

"What are you talking about? If you have any troubles, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I never thought that the road of spiritual cultivation is so difficult."

"The path of spiritual cultivation?" Fang Yan asked with some surprise: "Brother Xing, what is the path of spiritual cultivation? Is it the state you were in before? I feel that you are now stronger than the Nascent Soul cultivators I have seen."

"It's true that I am strong. For monks of the same level, I can at least fight two with one, but this is not the right path. I have already left the road after taking this path. You will naturally know when your cultivation base is high. As a last resort, just don’t go this way. But bro, I really want to thank you this time, not only did you bring three spiritual items that must be used, but you also helped me with two during the thunder calamity. If it weren't for you, my brother would be really ashamed this time."

"Thunder calamity? Brother Xing, you said it was thunder calamity?" Fang Yan couldn't sit still this time, and jumped up. Thunder calamity is not thunder and lightning, it is calamity, and if one is not careful, it will be wiped out. Survived the thunder disaster?

"To be precise, this is not a thunder calamity, but a small thunder calamity, and only monks who take the path of spiritual cultivation will encounter it. If it is really a thunder calamity, even if you and I add one piece, it will not be able to survive it, but it is a share Even if you and I meet, you and I will not be able to meet the issues considered by the great cultivator. Well, let’s not talk about these, but you, tell me where you have been in just a few years. There are many more high-level magic weapons."

Today's Xing Wuwu may be due to the re-condensation of his body, he is no longer as stiff as before, and has become very talkative.

Fang Yan briefly talked about what happened after he left Zhang Taolin. At the beginning, he did not tell the old man about Xing Wuwu, and at this time Fang Yan did not disclose the old man's information to Xing Wuxin, even though the old man is in the Qiankun ring at the moment. Retreat and recuperate.

Until he heard Fang Yan say that he was being hunted down by three Nascent Soul cultivators, Xing Wuwu waved his hand: "Go, Fang Yan, after taking out the magic weapon in the peach forest, we will go find those Nascent Soul cultivators."

(End of this chapter)