Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 256
With the help of dialect, Xing Wuwu didn't need to be distracted to activate Tao Miasma, and the effect was really different.

Knowing that the Tao Miasma Armor could not last long when the dialect was activated, Xing Wuwu's subordinates sped up a lot, playing various moves continuously, killing the Fierce Demons around them one after another.

With the dissipation of the last Fierce Demon, the surrounding evil spirit retreated into the iron-blooded banner like smoke, and the iron-blooded banner finally revealed its original appearance, an iron-red banner floating on the black handle , although the evil spirit disappeared, Dialect felt a kind of spiritual coercion from this banner, not the feeling of a high-ranking monk, but a kind of oppression from the will, it seems that this banner is unconscious exudes.

When Fang Yan was inquiring, he heard Xing Wuwu's "Hey", and his figure had shot out from the shield of Tao Miasma Armor. Dialect only saw Xing Wuwu shooting a few moves towards the iron-blooded banner, then The big flag shook twice, but wanted to flee downwards, but after shaking a few times, Xing Wuxin took it into his palm and disappeared immediately.

Just as the iron-blooded banner disappeared, several rays of light suddenly appeared and flashed a few times just under the iron-blooded banner just now, and then everything returned to calm.

Dialect didn't notice any problems, but felt that these rays of light were a bit weird, and there was no magic weapon in the sky below, why did this phenomenon happen.

Xing Wuwu returned with a serious expression on his face: "Fang Yan, hurry up, we must leave here immediately, there is still a restriction below here, and if it weren't for the light just now, I wouldn't be able to find any traces. Someone with such means , the cultivation level must be higher than mine, the rays of light just now are the backhand left by him, and he will rush here in a short time."

He was shocked when he heard the dialect, a character that Xing Wu, the great cultivator of Nascent Soul, was afraid of, how could it be so great?Without saying a word, he immediately urged Tao Miasma to retreat.

The two people who got out of the restriction didn't stop at all, and directly merged into the peach miasma poison above their heads. As long as they got out of Zhang Taolin, the dialect could urge the streamer wings to escape, even if it was only a breath or two, they could leave here for hundreds of thousands of miles. Even if there is anyone, it is difficult to find.

Just when the two had just merged into the miasma poison, and before they had time to go up, the originally peaceful miasma poison suddenly surged like waves. Withdrew several tens of feet toward the rear.

Not only the dialect, Xing Wuwu was also taken aback. He has been here for thousands of years, and he has never seen such a scene. For thousands of years, this place has been stable as usual, except for the small thunder calamity caused by his condensed body some time ago. If there is too much fluctuation, even the little thunder calamity is just a small wave that causes the poisonous peach miasma on the head.

Both of them knew that the phenomenon of the peach miasma, which had been immobile for thousands of years, must have a lot to do with the collection of the iron and blood banner just now.The two people under the Peach Miasma Armor both turned their Illusion-breaking Eyes, and they both saw a vacuum zone of several tens of feet in front of them. There was no trace of Peach Miasma poison there, and it looked like a passage.

With a flash of silver light, the passage closed instantly, and Fang Yan looked at Xing Wuwu, and did not dare to speak out without knowing the situation. Fang Yan sent an interrogation with his divine sense, "Brother Xing, what is the silver light just now?" what, what should we do?"

"That's a powerful monk, at least more than a distraction." Xing Wuwu watched his surroundings cautiously, and at the same time sent a message to Dialect with his spiritual sense.

"Great power? Distraction?" Dialect said in amazement, the great monk Nascent Soul is already so powerful, what is the concept of distraction, but thinking about the man who was able to control the peach miasma poison just now, this alone has surpassed There are many stars, and under his illusion-breaking eyes, he only saw a silver light, and he didn't even see the specific shape clearly. Fang Yan knew that Xing Wuwu's guess was very likely.

"Dialect, go out rashly, even if the fluctuation of mana is weak, it will be difficult to hide from that person. We need to hide in this peach miasma poison for a while. The peach miasma armor is naturally hidden here. Even a powerful monk, it is difficult to find it without careful investigation. I Seeing that he just opened the passage, it can be seen that he is also afraid of peach miasma poison, let's see the situation first and then make a plan."

After listening to the dialect, he knew that what Xing Wuwu said was reasonable, but his mana was running out: "Brother Xing, I still need you to mobilize Tao Miasma, and I need to add some mana."

It didn't take too long to wait, but within half a quarter of an hour, Fang Yanxing and Wuwu heard an earth-shattering sound below, and the surrounding peach miasma was impacted and rolled, what kind of movement was this.

A ray of light flashed across the sky, and the two people who were in the miasma poison felt the vibration from the ground below, like a landslide and an earth crack. The two looked at each other, and they both saw the fear in each other's eyes. Is this still a monk?

The rumbling sound of explosions in the ground lasted for half an hour. Fang Yanxing and Wuwu felt another churning of the miasma in front of them, and then saw a silver light go through the air, gone?
The two cautiously waited for another hour in the peach miasma poison, and after making sure that the person had left, they carefully emerged from the peach miasma poison. With such a momentum, it would be hard to feel at ease even if they did not investigate. .

Is this still the original Zhang Taolin?Soon the two were stunned by the scene in front of them. Zhang Taolin, which existed for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years, had changed in less than an hour. It was dilapidated, like a strong wind. In the mountains behind, the peach miasma trees were swaying here and there, with broken branches and leaves falling all over the ground.

The restriction that Xing Wuxin broke through carefully has already disappeared at this moment. There is nothing there except for a deep pit with a depth of several tens of feet. gone.

"Let's go." After Xing Wuwu probed for a while, he didn't stop for a moment, and immediately urged the peach miasma armor to pass through the peach miasma poison on the top of his head with dialect.

This kind of character has all-powerful means, who knows if there will be any backhands left behind, although there is no trace of it, but Xing Wuwu can't guarantee it.

Regardless of the joy of seeing the sun again after being trapped for thousands of years, Xing Wuwu immediately activated his exercises after leaving Tao Miasma Poison. After a burst of space fluctuations, Fang Yan and Xing Wuyi left Lingyuan Valley.

Dialect followed Xing Wuwu and fled for more than ten days in a row, I don't know how far he escaped, until he came to a deserted Gobi Desert.Xing Wuxin let go of his spiritual sense, looked around, and took it back after a long time.

"Brother Xing, what is this place?" Dialect looked around strangely. There is no aura here, and it is worse than the place where ordinary people stay. This is not a place for monks to stay, but Xing Wuwu will definitely not miss Came here for no reason.

However, Dialect searched around several times, and indeed did not find a trace of aura or mana, nor did he find any forbidden existence in the Huanmu.

"This is where my cave is, let's not talk about it, I will take you in first, don't worry, here, even a powerful monk can't do anything to us."

As he said that, Xing Wuwu's head emanated a trace of spiritual light, which gradually gathered to form a phantom in the shape of a token. As soon as the token was formed, a ray of light shot out from it, shining on the Gobi on the ground.

There was a reaction on a large blue stone, and Xing Wuwu gave dialect a hand and led him towards the blue stone.

As soon as the light of the token above Xing Wuwu's head went out, Fang Yan found himself in a cave with rich aura, which was much higher and bigger than the one he had in the peach miasma forest, and much bigger than the old man's cave. Dongfu should also be full of aura.

Looking overhead, it turned out not to be chaos, but a vast starry sky. Is this still a cave?Dialect couldn't tell whether the starry sky above his head was real or an illusion, but looking at the starry sky, all kinds of stars twinkled in it, Fang Yan's consciousness suddenly became sluggish, but the mana in his body began to work on its own.

Xing Wu didn't respond, and the corner of his mouth revealed a slightly surprised look, but then he smiled slightly: "I never thought that the chance would be so good, and I would fall into meditation after seeing this illusionary starry sky. I also practiced this Xingyun Jue in the past, although it is mutually confirmed with my own mind. , and also improved a lot of mood, but why there is no such opportunity, I can't force it."

Without disturbing Dialect's meditation practice, Xing Wuwu casually threw out several mana to form a protective formation, enclosing Dialect in it and protecting it.

(End of this chapter)