Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 257 Traveling in the Starry Sky
After Xing Wuwu set up a protective formation, he stopped caring about the dialect, and he didn't go far away. He sat down not far from the dialect, and at the same time, a blood-red big stick that didn't match the surrounding environment and its incompatibility floated out of his body. flag.

As soon as the iron-blooded banner came out, it was ready to move, trying to escape Xing Wuwu's control.

"After getting here, do you still want to leave? Even if that person is a distracted cultivator, I can't stop me from refining you. It's a pity that the weapon spirit was killed. It's really not easy to find a fierce demon that can only be restrained." .”

Xing Wuwu played several moves in his hands, covering the iron-blooded banner, and kept suppressing it, and finally stopped moving. Xing Wuwu spewed out a mouthful of spiritual energy, covering the iron-blooded banner, and began to refine it.

Fang Yan is silent at this moment in a wonderful state, feeling that he seems to be fleeing upwards, and after a while, Fang Yan is in the sky tens of thousands of feet high, there is no one else around, only Fang Yan is alone, looking down, Dialect sees a blue ocean, and there is a huge island in the ocean. Dialect walks to a higher place, and sees more islands appearing in the blue water, but where is it? A little familiar feeling.

Before Fang Yan could figure it out, he felt as if he had passed through a hard barrier. Dialect could sense the thickness and strength of this barrier, but why could he pass through it? How could he break through the layer of Tiangang because he was only a Golden Core cultivation base? ?

The water-blue ocean below is getting farther and farther away, and the huge island in it is only the size of a few fallen leaves at the moment, and gradually the whole water-blue ocean turns into a small star point and goes away.

Dialect looked around again, and found that he was already in the vast starry sky, surrounded by countless stars shuttling back and forth, and the trajectory of each star seemed to be full of reason and in line with the way of heaven.

Seeing these stars moving, Fang Yan seemed to feel something, but when he stopped his spiritual consciousness, he wanted to feel it carefully but had nowhere to start, so he could only look at these stars in a daze, and his spiritual consciousness continued to drift.

After watching the stars move one after another, all of a sudden, dialect's body unconsciously began to run a mental method, which is similar to Xingyun Jue, but it is very different after careful inspection. Dialect's movement is so natural. Light clouds, indescribably ethereal.

After a while, Dialect seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he stopped and continued to observe the movement of the surrounding stars until he felt he understood something again, and then continued to operate.

This goes on and on again and again, tirelessly. As the dialect's mental method runs longer and longer, it becomes smoother and smoother. In the end, the dialect does not stop and runs its mental method over and over again. Among the surrounding stars, countless Power poured into the dialect, from the drizzle at the beginning, to the downpour, until the end, there were several stars shining brightly, like a long river pouring down, the power of countless stars spewed down.

While exercising his mental skills, Fang Yan began to play all kinds of hand formulas in his hands, such as water archery, fire flame formula, ice acupuncture, wood emperor boxing... From the elementary spells he learned when he first stepped into the cultivation world, until the final spell in dialect's hands Several five-style spirit mines were released.

The only strange thing is that according to the dialect's body, it is impossible to hold so much power of the stars, even if it has already formed a pill, it is absolutely impossible, but the dialect is unconscious, and is still running the mind, absorbing the countless The power of the stars.

With the cultivation base of the dialect, it is absolutely impossible to release so many spells. Even with the support of the Qiankun Pot, he can only cast a few Wutu mines. At this moment, he can easily cast dozens of them. Not only that, but also It was Yimu Lei, Gengjin Lei, which had never been successful.

Everything was so weird, after Fang Yan released all the spells he had practiced, he fell into deep thought again.

Not long after, the palm of the dialect swims, and several spells come out from it. It is still water archery, fire flame art, or ice acupuncture. The spells that can only be used to deal with monsters below the third rank, but now their power has increased a lot , even the foundation-building monks can hardly resist these low-level spells released by the dialect.

After casting the spell, the dialect did not stop, and began to type out all kinds of formulas in his hands, such as sacrificial practice formulas, weapon refining formulas, alchemy formulas, and prohibition formulas. Usually, at the end of the fight, he even typed out all kinds of restraining tactics that he was not familiar with from the jade slips passed down by Master Jiuhuan, and formed a series of restraining formations around his body.

It seems that it is still not enough, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and took out all kinds of magic weapons to play. For a while, mana fluctuations surged, and there were constant explosions around him. The successful Liuguang Wing shot out the Fanping Jue in his hand at a very high speed. The magic weapon that originally took more than a year to practice successfully was fully practiced in an instant. The extremely big bird is full of spiritual energy all over his body, and he doesn't give in much compared to Dialect himself.

Is this the weapon spirit of my magic weapon?Fang Yan stretched out his hand, and the big bird flew towards him, landed on his shoulder, rubbed Fang Yan's scalp, and then sank into the streamer's wings.

Fang Yan sensed the feeling of blood connection between himself and the magic weapon Liuguangyi, and with a movement in his heart, he urged Liuguangyi to escape into the depths of the starry sky, and urged Liuguangwing with all his strength, and traveled millions of miles in an instant.

The dialect seems to be omnipotent, and quickly crossed countless planets, desolate, prosperous, and all kinds of planets, but the dialect did not stop at any time, but just moved forward.

I don't know how long it took to fly away, and I don't know how many millions of miles I traveled. Fang Yan saw a dark green star. Dialect, who had never stopped, stopped in front of this star. The existence of Dialect, without hesitation, urged Liu Guangyi to enter it.

The star dialect, which seemed very close, could not get close even with all its strength. Just when the dialect was working hard, he suddenly felt a call coming from a place behind him.

The dazed dialect gave up on this planet, walked towards that place, and crossed countless planets. Finally, dialect saw this water-blue planet?Hey, why is this place so familiar, I seem to have been here before, Fang Yan shook his head, but he couldn't remember when he came to this water-blue planet.

However, there is also a very friendly aura on this water-blue planet, and the dialect urges the streamer wings to quickly flee towards the water-blue planet.

This time, he was not blocked like the dark green star. Dialect quickly passed through the layer of Tiangang, saw the water blue ocean, and fled towards one of the small islands. Is this the Tianfeng Continent?

A place name appeared vaguely in the dialect. What is Tianfeng Continent? Why did I think of this name?While thinking, he controlled the magic weapon to flee towards the place where the friendly aura was, and finally saw a piece of Gobi Desert, and the aura was just under the Gobi Desert.

Dialect penetrated into the ground at a very high speed, and a restriction appeared in front of him, but this restriction did not have the slightest resistance to him, and Fang Yan fell into it in an instant.

"What's going on here?" Fang Yan looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. There was a person sitting cross-legged on the ground with mana circulating in his body. There was nothing strange about it. What surprised Fang Yan was that the man's face and My own is exactly the same, even the meditation posture is exactly the same as my own.

Before Fang Yan had time to figure it out, he felt an irresistible suction and pulled himself towards the person who was sitting and practicing. Just as he was about to resist, he felt trapped in a vortex. After he got used to it, Fang Yan opened his own Eyes, an extremely familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Brother Xingwuxing? Are you Brother Xingwuxing?" Dialect finally remembered the person in front of him, and shouted a little excitedly.

"Why, I don't know your big brother Xing after one year of meditation? How can you have such good luck? Others may not be able to enter meditation once in a lifetime. Once you enter meditation for more than ten days, you have to thank your ancestors. You are lucky. It was only at the elementary level of Jindan that you entered meditation, and once you entered meditation for a year, if it weren't for seeing you kid keep practicing the exercises, there is no serious problem, I would have pulled your consciousness back, why? Is it fun?"

"One year?" Fang Yan listened to Xing Wuwu's words, but did not answer, but fell into deep thought.

Xing Wuwu also seemed to know the situation of the dialect at the moment, and disappeared in front of the dialect in a flash.

(End of this chapter)