Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 358
Cultivator Bai saw Fang Yan, and Fang Yan naturally saw them too, but Fang Yan did not find Cultivator Bai in the formation.

Dialect got into it after watching them fight. After several days of observation, he couldn't find any good solution. In the end, he could only decide to make a fuss. In fact, it was Feng Nu who made the noise before.

Fang Yan was going to ask Feng Nu to lead the soul beast out of the part, and then see if there is a chance, but he didn't expect that there were people staring at this place at the same time, wanting to take advantage of him, but it just happened to fulfill his wish, and he didn't know How to do it? Dialect suddenly found that there were only a few soul beasts left in the entire mountain, and he didn't have to worry about encountering the suicide attack of the soul beast that day. As soon as the miasma poison came out, several remaining soul beasts were killed within a few breaths.

The news of the old man in Chongyang is not wrong at all. There is indeed a spring here. I don’t know if the water flowing in it is the dialect of Qingying Water. He has never seen Qingying Water before. He will only know after trying it. There will be no more springs in the area. The Qiankun pot in dialect not only collects a pool of water on the ground, but even sweeps away the water in the ground. At least under the investigation of dialect, there is no more moisture within a hundred feet of the ground. up.

Seeing the monks surnamed Bai fleeing towards the mountains, Fang Yan knew that they could only run for nothing. Such things as killing people and seizing treasures are very normal in the cultivation world. After coming out, he greeted Feng Nu immediately, and stayed away from the three mountain peaks.

Not long after that, the group of monks surnamed Bai became a little distraught, but when they came out, the dialect had long since disappeared.

After getting a glimpse of the spring, dialect escaped from the three mountain peaks, and spent another two hours returning to the Demon Sealing Pond. In this cave, there is no safe retreat except here. At this moment, there are no soul beasts, maybe in a while. Then there will be a large group, only the area around the Demon Sealing Pool is the safest, especially when Fang Yan knows about the Demon Sealing Palace, and even more so, as long as the formation restriction at the bottom of the Demon Sealing Pool is not opened, the demon head will not be able to breathe out. There is no danger at all in this magic pool.

After returning to the Demon Sealing Pool, Fang Yan found many monks who went back and forth like himself. I don't know if they gained something or suffered from the loss of soul beasts. Wan Tianzong said that it would be quite difficult to establish mutual trust in the short term.

Dialect didn't care about other people's affairs, and walked several tens of feet straight inside, found a place and set up a phantom formation, then stepped into the formation, and recruited Feng Nu into the phantom formation.

At the edge of this magical pool, at least there are no monks whose cultivation base surpasses that of Feng Nu, and of course the dialect is not so arrogant that they think that they can sweep away if they have Feng Nu. Jindan monks, who doesn't have a few killer tricks.

After everything was arranged, Fang Yan escaped into the Flowing Light Wing, plunged his divine sense into the Qiankun Pot, and looked at the spring water just collected.

After probing for a while, I still can't confirm whether it is clear water, but the dialect can confirm that this water must be a spiritual thing.

There is no strong spiritual energy in it, but after the spiritual sense penetrates, you can feel a breath of calmness, and then remembering the judgment of the old man of Chongyang on this spiritual water, the dialect concluded that it is most likely clear water.

Immediately, he activated the Fanjue body training technique to protect himself, took two drops and dripped them into his two eyes respectively.

As soon as it penetrated into the eye sockets, Fang Yan felt a feeling of refreshment and lightness, and quickly urged the broken illusion to start absorbing this power.

A trace of power penetrated into the eyeballs, like a stream of clear water dripping into dry land, and soon scattered in all directions.

After a long while, Fang Yan was both happy and disappointed. He was happy that his illusion-shattering eyes had really improved. The dialect is deliberately felt, and it is not noticed at all.

With this level of promotion, I'm afraid that all these clear waters must be refined and absorbed, so that the Huanmu can be promoted. It's impossible to save some for Brother Xingwuwu.

The second time, the dialect was no longer refined drop by drop, two streams of water spewed out from the Qiankun pot, directly submerged into the eye sockets, and then the dialect started to work again, and the illusory eyes began to absorb the power contained in the two streams of clear water.

After staying in the Flowing Light Wing for ten days, Fang Yan consumed [-]% of the clear water he brought, and finally felt that his Illusion-Shattering Eye had suddenly broken through a barrier, and Fang Yan knew that the Illusion-Shattering Eye had been promoted.

After escaping from the Flowing Light Wing, I found that my illusion-shattering eyes were quite different from before. The illusion array I arranged was much clearer in my eyes, and I even found a few flaws. I will go to investigate the formation in the future. Somewhat sure.

However, this illusion-breaking eye is not invincible. At least dialect looked towards the magical pool, but still couldn't see through the restrictions in it. What was a little better than before was that he could vaguely see the flow of formations.

Thinking about the existence of suppression and the aura of the Demon Suppressing Temple, Fang Yan was relieved. He was just a golden core, and it was already a perverted existence to have such supernatural powers. Fang Yan immediately remembered that he was in Xingji If Zongzhong encountered the purple stone, if he used his current illusion-breaking eyes to investigate, he would definitely be able to match a few more formations, and he would try it when he went back.

There were still monks entering and exiting this safe area, but they didn't notice any movement from the Demon Sealing Pond, and with the leader of Dialect, they didn't just stay at the outermost edge, they slowly moved in, but they were still cautious.

Just when the dialect put away the phantom formation and explored the Demon Sealing Pond, another group of monks came back from the place where the spirit beasts gathered. They all had some color on their bodies. It must have been a brutal fight, and everyone looked bad. It was the group of people who met in Pinxingshan and dialect that day.

"It's so fucking unlucky. It's been a few days in a row, but I still only found some fourth-order spiritual herbs, which are not as much as those consumed in the past few days." A complaining voice sounded.

"It's really evil. How can there be so many soul beasts within a few thousand miles, but they are still safe and sound. Fellow Daoists, I plan to take a rest and return to the Wantian Market. This is not a place for long-term cultivation. land."

Another voice sounded, he decided to give up and continue to search for treasures, not because he didn't want to, but because he was not strong enough, thousands of spirit beasts gathered at every turn, and there were no high-level treasures in places where there were few other spirit beasts. After a few days, the harvest is not as great as the consumption, but there is no better way, so it is normal to have the idea of ​​giving up.

"I think so too. The three Pinxing Mountains were the easiest group we encountered a few days ago, but they were picked up by others. I don't know what kind of spirit it is. There is only a bare spring left."

While they were talking, the monk surnamed Bai suddenly hissed: "Friends, I saw the monk surnamed Fang that day. He is still over there and has not left the cave."

"What? Haven't left yet?" Hearing what the monk surnamed Bai said, they all looked in the direction of the dialect, and saw the dialect staring at the Demon Sealing Pond.

They have come back several times in the past few days, and every time they come back, they search around, but the dialect has been shrouded in a phantom array, and they are cultivating in the streamer wings. Dialects were suddenly discovered.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, is that young man?" The monk surnamed Xiao also spoke, faintly, these people respected him.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Xiao, that is the person." Cultivator Bai said with certainty.

"Keep an eye on him carefully to see who his accomplices are. It's not easy for a cultivator who can attract hundreds of soul beasts?" The cultivator surnamed Xiao quietly sent a message to several people.

Finding that Fangyan seemed to have sensed something, several people immediately withdrew their gazes, spread them apart, and each chose a practice place to recover their mana, while glancing at Fangyan from time to time.

Fang Yan faintly sensed that someone seemed to be probing his side, but he didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of probing would happen at any time. There were dozens of Golden Core monks gathered here. Although they didn't fight each other, it was normal to be on guard secretly.

Putting away the illusion-breaking eyes, Dialect stepped out of this safe area again.

"Huh? Just him?" The few people who were looking at the dialect couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts.

"Go, follow." After a few breaths, he found that no monk had left. The monk surnamed Xiao's spiritual consciousness immediately came out, and several figures jumped up and stepped out of this area.

It was only a pause of a few breaths, and when they came out, Fang Yan had gone far away and could only see a sliver of sword light, but these people did not have any regrets, because the direction where Fang Yan fled was not where the gate of the cave was.

After discussing for a while, several people got together again, formed a formation, turned around, and fled towards the entrance of the cave.

Dialect, who left the safe area, fled towards another treasure-hiding place in the cave. It is uncertain when he will come to this cave next time. Although he doesn't hold out much hope, Dialect still wants to investigate and get something. Well, it's okay if you don't get it, it's already a surprise to be promoted to the broken illusion.

It took a whole day for Fang Yan to check all the places he knew. Two of them were empty and nothing had disappeared, and the rest were places where spirit beasts gathered. Fang Yan didn't provoke him at all. Zhishui is what he needs urgently. It is not certain what is available in these places, and there is no need to take such a big risk again. Fang Yan does not think that a group of monks will come to help this time.

When Fang Yan returned to the safe area outside the Demon Sealing Pond and recovered his mana to leave the cave, several people were sitting cross-legged on a mountain outside the exit of the cave.

"Can he come out? The soul beast won't be killed." A person quietly asked the person beside him.

"Who knows, anyway, it's difficult to kill people and seize treasures inside. If you are a little careless, you will attract a large number of soul beasts. Just listen to Xiao Daoyou's suggestion and wait here for a while. If you don't come out, it will be considered that we are unlucky." gone."

"A monk came out, huh? Not him."

"Don't provoke him." The monk surnamed Xiao seemed to know this monk who had just escaped from the cave, and a divine sense passed to everyone.

(End of this chapter)