Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 253 Peach Miasma Poison Restriction

Xing Wuwu took Dialect to the place where he had been hiding all this time. The protective formation had already been destroyed by the previous thunder, revealing the entrance to a secret space between three peach miasma trees. After entering, Xing Wuwu pointed to the ground: "Dialect, wait a few more Today, I still need to recover some strength before we can go in."

"Oh, Brother Xing, I still have some spirit stones here, you can use them first." Fang Yan casually threw one hundred thousand spirit stones to Xing Wuwu, then looked around, and soon found that there was a prohibition under his feet, which was extremely complicated. But it's not killing the enemy, it seems to be just a restraint, I don't know what will be under this restraint, what kind of magic weapon it will be.

The first time I saw a real person practicing Jiuhuan, Fang Yan was amazed at the speed at which the Nascent Soul cultivator could absorb spiritual energy. Seeing Xing Wuwu's speed now, Fang Yan knew that he still underestimated the ability of the Nascent Soul cultivator. With a magic weapon, I can deal with the Nascent Soul cultivator a little bit, but when it comes to these basic cultivations, there is still too much difference.

I just searched around, and when I looked back, I saw spirit stones flowing into Xing Wuwu's hands like flowing water. Hundreds of spirit stones were consumed within a few breaths, and today's dialect can absorb hundreds of low-grade ones a day Lingshi, but compared to Xing Wuwu in front of him, it is still very different.

Seeing that Xing Wuwu wanted to continue practicing, Dialect stopped looking around and sat down cross-legged to continue practicing his Liuguang Wing.

"Brother Xing, this restriction is not easy." A day later, Fang Yan was a little suspicious, and Zhao Xing said unintentionally.

"Why, don't you believe Brother Xing? Don't worry, although this restriction is powerful, it is very likely that it was arranged by a powerful monk, but I have been trapped here for thousands of years, and I have studied this restriction countless times. Without a physical body, it is impossible to practice, so you can rest assured to follow me, at least [-]% sure that you can pass this restriction. At least you can retreat."

After finishing speaking, several magic powers appeared in Xing Wuwu's hands and shot in several directions. Fang Yan saw that the originally peaceful restraint had moved, and six rays of light flickered to form six rainbow bridges, guarding the area.

"Let's go." Xing Wuwu shouted to the dialect, and stepped under the Hongqiao first.

There are two worlds separated by one step, and dialect takes a step, and finds himself in a strange space, surrounded by six beams of light that are the source of the Hongqiao just seen.

"Dialect, you must be careful to follow behind me. If you take a wrong step, you may be attacked by the ban. The power of this ban cannot be underestimated."

Xing Wuwu didn't need to remind him, Dialect knew the danger here, and the Huanxuanmu had already started working, closely following Xing Wuwu.

Xing Wuwu didn't talk big, and the two shuttled back and forth between the six beams of light. Although they had to stop and calculate after walking a few steps, they never triggered any attack.

"Okay, here we are."

Hearing Xing Wuwu say this, Fang Yan saw Xing Wuwu disappearing in front of him in an instant, without hesitation, he immediately took a step, and saw Xing Wuwu with a shocked face.

Following Xing Wuxin's gaze, a red glow suspended in the air more than ten feet away, flowing and flickering non-stop, and dialect saw a battle flag indistinctly.

Dialect quickly recognized what those red glows were, the peach miasma poison, the extremely strong peach miasma poison, these peach miasma poisons did not gather randomly, but flowed according to a mysterious route, or was it a restriction?
"The iron-blooded banner turned out to be the iron-blooded banner." Xing Wuwu stared at the banner for a long time before making a sound.

Fang Yan had never heard of the name of the Iron-Blooded Banner, but felt that the banner in front of him was unusual. With just one glance, Fang Yan felt a burst of evil spirit, which was much heavier than the evil spirit on all the monks he had seen before. After one encounter, his spirit was almost damaged, which was a slight reveal through the restriction formed by the peach miasma poison.

Not only is this banner unusual, but even the peach miasma poison around it is not common. Dialect is very familiar with peach miasma poison, and he has also killed many monks and monsters by leapfrogging the peach miasma poison in the peach miasma armor. My peach miasma poison was collected from the most colorful place above Zhangtao Forest, but compared with the peach miasma poison in front of me, it seemed to be the difference between the Taixi soil and the original soil spirit liquid.

"Iron Blood Banner? Brother Xing, are you talking about this magic weapon in front of you? What's the point?" Fang Yan didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to probe the big banner in front of him. After observing for a while, he asked Xing Wuwu who was next to him.

"Dialect, this Iron-Blooded Banner is something extraordinary. It is one of the magic treasures of the Iron-Blooded Sect. However, it disappeared after the Iron-Blooded Sect's demise, but I did not expect it to be here."

Predator?For a sect that was exterminated in the age of Xingwu, of course, I have never heard of the dialect, but it must be a good thing if it can make the Nascent Soul great cultivator speak a magic weapon.

But at this moment, Xing Wuwu was worried. The magic weapon in front of him was wrapped in a mass of peach miasma poison. His body was destroyed by the peach miasma poison, and his soul was almost killed. He didn't have the slightest idea, but he knew that dialects had the ability to collect peach miasma poison, but the poison in front of him was obviously much more poisonous than those outside. If he was not careful, he would be attacked. I'm afraid it would be too late to save him, but he didn't deal with it To get rid of these peach miasma poisons, it is impossible to even think about getting that big banner.

Fang Yan soon realized Xing Wuwu's difficulty, Fang Yan tried to mobilize the peach miasma poison in his peach miasma armor, and wrapped it towards the big banner.

"Dialect, don't be reckless." Xing accidentally discovered the movement of dialect, and quickly stopped him.

"Brother Xing, let me give it a try. With Tao Miasma's guards, even if you can't collect it, it won't be a big problem." Dialect didn't stop, and continued to urge his Tao Miasma to approach the banner, which was still a little away. How far away Zhang was, Fang Yan felt a strong force of repulsion, which was completely different from his own experience above Zhang Taolin outside.

However, the dialect is still using mana, and he controls himself with the weak peach miasma to move forward inch by inch. intruders.

Fang Yan's Peach Miasma Poison rushed forward, then retracted, Fang Yan finally controlled his own Peach Miasma Poison and wrapped it back together.

Seeing the scene, Xing Wuwu also heaved a sigh of relief. Now he is smooth and clean, without any magic weapon to use. The tripod iron blood banner in front of him is higher than the magic weapon that was destroyed before. If he can get it, his own strength Not only can he recover, but he may also be able to improve to a higher level. Even if he takes the path of spiritual cultivation, it will be much easier in the future, but I feel a little sorry for the dialect. I have to rely on him as a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Dialect is very familiar with dealing with peach miasma poison. He is no longer the monk who just built his foundation. Although the wisp of peach miasma poison he got back is stronger than all the peach miasma poison on his body combined, the mana of dialect is also stronger than At that time it had to increase many times.

At the same time that the peach miasma poison eroded the mana enveloping the dialect, Fang Yan had already taken out a ball of mysterious spirit liquid, played out the formula in his hand, and started to refine the peach miasma poison.

When the dialect was refining peach miasma poison, Xing Wuwu kept guarding it, and if something went wrong, he was ready to take the dialect out of here, but after refining the dialect for a month, with dozens of wisps, there was no problem.

"Brother Xing, it doesn't seem right. I've already taken dozens of wisps, but there is no shortage of peach miasma over there." Fang Yan retrieved a wisp of peach miasma again, and suddenly found a problem.

Xing Wuwu listened to the words in the dialect, and also looked towards Daqi. His spiritual sense could not cover the detection, and Xing Wuwu could only detect it through magic powers, but it was not that accurate after all, but he also felt it. The peach miasma poison over there There was no obvious decrease because the dialect was refined for a month.

"Brother Xing, will this peach miasma poison restriction be connected to the peach miasma poison outside?" Fang Yan thought of Zhang Taolin.

"En?" Xing Wuwu was silent, and raised his head after a while: "Dialect, your guess is very likely to be the truth."

If this is the case, it will be troublesome. The peach miasma tree outside is still producing peach miasma poison, and the peach miasma poison here is only getting stronger and stronger. Even if the dialect stays here for thousands of years, it is impossible to kill Collect all the peach miasma poison.

The two thought of this at the same time and looked at each other.

"How to do?"

(End of this chapter)