Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 311 - Daoist Shen

Fang Yan took Nangong Yu and waited outside the main hall for several hours. It was almost early morning when the two people in the main hall made any movement.

What makes Fang Yan feel a little unsatisfactory is that only one aura left the hall, while the other disappeared from the hall, presumably entering the space of Mo Ling. Fortunately, the one who left had a stronger aura. The person should be the great monk Nascent Soul.

"Nangongyu, I'm going in, have you made up your mind?"

I don't know the other party's plan, Fang Yan decides to act first, if there is only one Jindan cultivator left, even if Shen Daochang Jindan's late stage cultivation, Fang Yan is confident to rescue Yao Guangyue and Linglong, but he must be in Yuanying. Rescue the person before the monk rushes back, otherwise it will be extremely dangerous.

"I have already decided that even if you don't go in, I plan to go in myself." Nangong Yu said firmly.

Dialect didn't speak any more, but his opinion of Nangong Yu changed a lot in his heart.

After a surge of mana, Fang Yan brought Nangong Yu into the Mo Ling Hall. Although the Mo Ling Sect is a small sect, it is an important place of the sect after all, and there must be multiple arrays of guards. If it is normal, Fang Yan can slow down Slow cracking, but now it depends on Nangong Yu.

Nangongyu also knew the situation, without hesitation, she moved forward with dialect, avoiding many formations, and now the entire Mo Lingzong disciples seem to be either detained, or go out to prepare for the Hezong Hall after dawn. Two breaths and no guards, but it happened to be cheap for the dialect group.

"Fang Yan, it's here. You look around and wait for me to urge you to open the door." Nangong Yu led Fang Yan to stand in front of a black stone wall and stopped.

"Don't bother, let me do it." Fang Yan grabbed Nangong Yu's arm and immediately urged Liu Guangyi.After a spatial fluctuation, Fang Yan took Nangong Yu and disappeared from the Mo Ling Hall.

"Dialect?" Nangong Yu was once again shocked by the dialect. Even the Supreme Elder entered the Mo Ling Space for the first time, he didn't do it so neatly. He just stepped in without using hand tricks?What is the purpose of this dialect.

"En? Nangong Yu? What are you doing here?"

As soon as he stepped into the space of Mo Ling, a question was heard in his ears, Nangong Yu's body shook, and he heard that the person who asked the question was Taoist Yi Shen, the supreme elder of the Mo Ling Sect, who was the first to build the foundation among the three generations of disciples A few of them came here frequently, and Daoist Yi Shen was very familiar with these disciples.

Nangong Yu was also considered a clever person, and after a short pause, she said: "The disciple was injured when he was training outside, and he is going to rest in the secret realm for a few days."

While speaking, Nangong Yu kept looking around, but the dialect disappeared, and she didn't know where she went.

"Injured? Come here, I'll show you." Daoist Shen stretched out his palm, and a stream of mana rolled towards Nangongyu. If he was really injured, Daoist Shen's actions are nothing, it's just caring from the elders It's just that Nangong Yu dared to let Taoist Yi Shen investigate today, and was about to find a reason to shirk it, when he suddenly heard Taoist Yi Shen's voice of shouting and asking.

"Who dares to enter the forbidden area of ​​my Mo Lingzong without authorization, ah."

Nangongyu looked up, and saw the elder Taishang was urging his kung fu to fight with a monk wearing red and blue spirit armor, and the one who was at a disadvantage was the elder Taishang, and the monk over there was working with him The dialect that came in, the dialect was able to avoid the detection of the Supreme Elder's spiritual sense in the Mo Ling space, and even get close to him to launch an attack?
"Old man Shen, don't you know me so soon? I remember not long ago. The Mo Lingzong forbidden area, is this still Mo Lingzong?"

"Dialect? You are a dialect."

As soon as Taoist Shen recognized the dialect, the surprise in his heart became stronger and stronger. The last time the dialect and Feng Haitian fought, everyone present didn't see the details clearly, so Feng Haitian retreated in defeat, and the dialect didn't show up after that. His cultivation is superior to others, but the power of the spirit thunder thrown continuously is not small, and in the end he escaped from the Mo Lingzong by relying on a sky-defying space magic weapon, so that in the end, everyone did not have a clear understanding of the true strength of the dialect. It should be with the help of a magic weapon to show off its power.

Today, dialect came to save people, and he couldn't escape and couldn't escape, but it made Daoist Shen see some of the strength of dialect, and he couldn't help regretting that such a disciple was expelled from the sect. After more than ten years, a Qi refining disciple actually He has grown to the point where he can compete with himself, and there is no such genius in the entire Mo Lingzong. Even the most talented Ji Yaoguang has just formed the alchemy, and he succeeded in forming the alchemy thanks to the young man in front of him.

The mind is constantly thinking, but the movements of the hands are not slow. Right now, Yan Yan dared to break into the Mo Ling space, and he definitely did not come to congratulate him: "Fang Yan, you are also considered a genius. Your cultivation level is not as good now, but your strength is no longer inferior to mine. Well, if you were born in the sect, you would really have a bright future, but unfortunately, you shouldn't have broken into my ink spirit space today, everything is ink, and the ink spirit appears."

The surrounding space changed, streaks of jet-black spiritual energy suddenly appeared from all sides, forming a huge black net, and an illusory black shadow slowly rose from the center of the black net, revealing a huge power before it took shape.

Dialect was also aware of this situation. After all, this is the forbidden area of ​​Mo Lingzong, and he is just an outsider, just like someone who fell into the stone array and fought with him. Today, he hit the tip of the spear.

However, Dialect didn't have the slightest worry, and still pushed the Jiutufan, a rarely used magic weapon, in a leisurely manner, silently counting the time in his heart.

Thoughts were spinning all over the place, in fact, it took only a few breaths of effort from the dialect to the one Shen Taoist offering to Mo Ling.

Taoist Yi Shen looked at the illusory Mo Ling, and was about to urge it to attack Miesha Dialect, when he suddenly realized something was wrong with his body, a subtle but tyrannical force was eroding his body and spirit, is this?Almost instantly, Daoist Shen remembered the scene of Feng Haitian's retreat and the rumors of Feng Yuanzong Zhou Yu being poisoned.

"Old man Yi Shen, you should feel it. The rock array plate." Fang Yan no longer insisted on it, and immediately put away the nine-picture fan, and sacrificed the rock array plate.

Dialect didn't use the most powerful Dawu Sword Formation, because he was afraid of attracting the attention of others outside the space. Others were not afraid, but he was afraid of provoking the Nascent Soul cultivator, so he chose a sneak attack. Dialect didn't sacrifice much peach miasma poison, It's just a small thread, and this thread is much stronger than the one on Zhou Yu's body back then. The power of spiritual weapons and treasures is not at the same level.

However, Taoist Yi Shen's cultivation is not comparable to that of Zhou Yu, who had just been promoted to Golden Core. He has formed the core for more than a hundred years, and he has cultivated in the late stage of Golden Core. If it is an ordinary poisonous attack, it will never be effective. Even Nascent Soul cultivators should be very afraid of the peach miasma poison.

The peach miasma poison has taken effect, the dialect is no longer procrastinating, and the quick battle is quick. Taking advantage of Yi Shen's mental instability and wanting to force out the peach miasma poison in his body, he throws out the mountain stone array, covering Yi Shen Taoist In his formation, although he was actually still trapped in the killing formation of Mo Ling, the killing formation had not yet been activated. As long as he took down Taoist Yi Shen, he could calmly deal with the transformed Mo Ling.

"That's all, dialect, this is the peach miasma poison that makes Feng Yuanzong helpless, and Feng Haitian left very quickly because he discovered this strange poison that day."

The peach miasma poison has already invaded the body, and there is no suspense in the fighting method. Fang Yan is about to step up his offensive to take down or even kill Taoist Yishen, but he heard Taoist Yishen say such words. Could it be that he just surrendered?

Although he has been trapped in the Luan Stone Formation, if he wants to truly defeat Taoist Yishen, the dialect still needs to resort to other means. A late Jindan cultivator must have his own kung fu to suppress the bottom of the box. In the Ink Ling space, the dialects are all ready to be injured.

If the matter can be resolved so easily, Fang Yan would naturally wish for it. After all, he is here to save people, not to provoke, but what is Taoist Yi Shen's plan? .

Soon Fang Yan noticed the movement around him, and the figure of Mo Ling that had just transformed dissipated, and turned into a pitch-black aura again and merged into the black net below, and then all the auras also shrank back and dissipated.

"Daozhang Yishen, what do you mean?" Dialect also stopped the rock formation and asked, and he no longer addressed him as old man Yishen.

"Fang Yan, you are here to save Yao Guang and Ling Long, right?" Taoist Yi Shen was no longer calm as before, but responded with a lonely face.

"That's right, Daoist Yi Shen." The dialect replied directly without being wordy.

"It seems that Nangong Yu also came in with you, no wonder you can step here so easily, but your breathing technique is really good, and you can escape my spiritual detection in Mo Ling space."

Dialect didn't answer any more, and now he was in a hurry to find Yao Guang and Yue'er, so there was still Taoist Xian Xin and Yi Shen talking about cultivation skills here.

Yi Shen Taoist found the impatience of the dialect: "Fang Yan, I beg you for one thing, may I?"

Yep?Isn't this old man stupid? Ask yourself one thing?The dialect was a little confused: "Shen Taoist priest, Fang has weak mana, and things that the Taoist priest can't do, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do."

"As long as you can save Yao Guang and Linglong, naturally this matter can be done."

"En?" Hearing that it was related to Yao Guangyue'er, Dialect didn't refuse anymore, staring at Daoist Shen to listen to the rest of his words.

"When you take away Yaoguang Linglong, you also take away the other people, as long as you leave Mo Lingzong, where they go in the future has nothing to do with Fang Daoyou, how about it?"

Fang Yan didn't expect the old man in front of him to make such a request, how many people would he take away besides Yao Guangyue'er?Who is it?But as long as Yao Guangyue'er can be rescued, it doesn't matter how many people you bring along, just do as you please.

"Okay, I promise you, take me to see Ji Yao Guangyue Linglong." Fang Yan put away the Luan Stone Array and released Taoist Yi Shen.

Hearing the dialect's agreement, Taoist Yi Shen seemed to let out a long breath: "Come with me."

Nangong Yu, who was worried, was stunned, and mechanically followed the two of them towards the depths of Mo Ling's space. How did the Supreme Elder and Dialect become like this?

(End of this chapter)