Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 438
Another big distracted monk, male and female dialects can't tell the difference, but the unique breath of the distracted big monk, dialect is aware of it, is the distracted big monk gathered today, dialect is full of slander, usually see a distracted big monk I don't know how difficult it is, but I am lucky, I have provoked so many distracted monks for no reason, I don't know if it is luck or bad luck.

Guiyinzi originally thought that even a sliver of his consciousness would not be a sure thing for a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, but he made a mistake in his estimation. But let the other distracted monks see through, and join hands to obliterate their own wisp of divine consciousness.

Guiyinzi, who was forced out of his figure, laughed a few times, and then his figure shook. A large black mist suddenly appeared in the originally clear starry sky, completely covering the surroundings. He unexpectedly used means to attack, the target was not In other words, it is a dialect that is besieged by many monks.

In an instant, there was a black mist all around, and Fang Yan's eyes could only see less than a foot in front of him. As soon as his spiritual sense probed, he sensed the terrible erosive power of this black mist, and quickly retracted it.

"No, Guiyinzi is actually at the middle stage of distraction? This is a ghost fog that covers the sky, and even the distraction consciousness can invade."

"Don't say anything else, I want to capture that kid in my hand."

"Gui Yinzi is tired of living and looking for death. Does he think that he can do whatever he wants in the middle stage of distraction? How dare he offend so many fellow distractions."

"If he really has the opportunity to get the Sanxian inheritance in his hands, it doesn't matter if he offends his peers. If he is promoted to the realm in the future, who will mention today's matter again."

In an instant, Fang Yan heard the disorganized voices of the distracted monks, but Fang Yan couldn't move at all. He was locked on to him by several breaths, but suddenly he found that the breath that locked him was a bit more violent , Before, the several distracted monks were still scrupulous about each other, for fear that others would find an opportunity when they made a move, but now that the black mist appeared in the sky, they couldn't care less.

Guiyinzi must not be allowed to succeed, all the distracted monks had the same idea.

"Thousands of illusions." A illusory brilliance flickered, and the two thousand illusory sect's distracted monks had stood together for some time, and a ball of brilliance floated in the hands of Piaohuan Fairy, emitting a colorful and blurred aura, which attracted them. The surrounding ghost fog receded several tens of feet, and Taoist Chen Ming held a piece of tulle, in which thousands of illusions flickered, covering the center in an instant.

Three shocking rays of light emerged from the other side, and the three distracted monks of the Haoran Sect held a long sword in their hands, flying up and down, and a majestic aura gushed out. The three beams of light swayed in all directions, and wherever they went, the ghost fog covering the sky dissipated, and they also stretched towards the dialect in the center.

After the ancestors of the Thousand Illusion Sect's Haoran Sect found out that Guiyinzi was in the mid-stage of distraction, they agreed to join forces to deal with it. There was no way. Without joining hands, it is difficult to resist the ubiquitous ghost fog around the sky, let alone coveting the central dialect.

Everyone else has already made a move, and the three monks of Hengyue Sect are not far behind.

Taoist Shanqiao had already swung the huge ax in his hands behind him, and as he swung his hands, a series of majestic auras that seemed to open up the world slashed towards the surroundings, clearing the surroundings in an instant, revealing the figures of three people.

The folding fan in the calligrapher's hand disappeared at some point, but at this moment he was holding a magic weapon in the shape of a book, and shouted loudly: "Ju." Suddenly, a bright spot appeared from the book in his hand, followed by It keeps getting bigger and bigger, and it can be seen that it is a big ancient character "Ju". In an instant, this big character suddenly flashes out, turning into a soul-locking rope-like existence, shooting towards the dialect that reveals its figure.

Only Jun Jue still looked indifferent, just protecting the Nascent Soul descendants behind him, with an imperceptible light in his eyes, suddenly, with a flash of light, a domineering aura slashed down towards the most central dialect : "Ghost Yinzi, leave it to me."

"Ah, Junjue, you are not approaching the mid-stage of distraction, but you have already broken through." The skinny Guiyinzi who suddenly appeared beside Dialect suddenly shouted loudly, and the boundless black mist disappeared instantly, and all gathered around him In front of him, he formed a shield of ghost mist, facing the sword light that Jun Jue had slain, and didn't care about plundering the dialect that was close at hand.

Jun Jue's bombardment didn't only target Gui Yinzi, several distracted monks from the Thousand Illusion Sect and the Haoran Sect also sensed the aura coming towards them, and they also recognized that this was another mid-stage distraction attack. attack.

"Hmph, are you so insane in the mid-stage of distraction, and let us let go with just a breath?" These monks all had similar thoughts in their hearts, and each allocated a bit of strength to resist the killing breath, and at the same time asked Dialect The place is constantly moving, and the most important thing is to get the dialect into your hands. In the middle stage of distraction, the strength in terms of cultivation is naturally much higher than that in the early stage of the gods. But with one against six, and one of them was Guiyinzi who was also distracted in the mid-stage, I have to say that Jun Jue was very arrogant this time.

In the whole situation, the only thing that can't be helped is the dialect standing in the center. From the appearance of Guiyinzi, to the filling of the ghost fog, and then to the disappearance of the ghost fog, it is less than a moment before and after. With several mana shackles, if it weren't for his own spirit armor to protect his body, his body would be passable, even the pressure of these breaths would be enough to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The dialect is clear, his life and death are not on the minds of these distracted monks at all. The reason why he was safe and sound before is because of the scruples among the distracted monks. There was a trace of balance, until Guiyinzi suddenly made an unreasonable move, disrupting the already fragile balance.

Dialect can only try to stimulate his full potential and protect himself firmly, peach miasma armor, several layers of spirit armor, plus the black and white Tai Chi fish picture condensed by flawless jade chess pieces. Only when he survives can he talk about other things.

At the same time, the flames on Fang Yan's body were shining, and he didn't care about letting Huo Ling take care of the blood vines in the Jade Pill. If he fell, even the blood vines would have nothing to do with him. It tidied up obediently, not to mention the battle between the distracted great monks, the outcome is counting, and it will not drag on for too long.

It's just that the power of the Great Distracted Cultivator has far exceeded the expectations of the dialect. Although he has seen the Distracted Great Cultivator many times and the methods of Cang Daoyu, it is the first time he has seen him fighting at his side. , the several layers of spiritual armor arranged in dialect crackled and shattered, and the flawless jade chess piece was no exception.

Fortunately, as expected in the dialect, when the distracted monk made a move, it became clear in an instant that the ghost fog shield in front of Guiyinzi was blown away with a bang, and turned into black mist around him again. Several monks of the Illusory Sect's Haoran Sect also stopped rushing towards the dialect. They all underestimated Jun Jue's strength, and even a little breath seemed to require them to resist with all their strength.

The three monks of Hengyue Sect had the absolute upper hand. At this moment, Taoist Calligrapher's chains of restraint had already reached Fang Yan's side, and Taoist Shanqiao stared at the others with a huge axe.

Taoist Jun Jue still looked calm, as if all this had been expected by him, but Shi Yue behind him saw that the dialect was safe and sound under the sweep of the breath of the distracted monks, and only broke a few layers of spiritual armor, It made him quite surprised.

Just when the monks of Qianhuanzong and Haoranzong showed disappointment, thinking that the matter was over and the dialect was about to fall into the hands of the calligraphers of Hengyuezong, Guiyinzi, who had just blocked Jun Jue's bombardment, suddenly Yin Yin smiled.

Suddenly, another breath flashed out from his side, and it slammed towards the calligrapher, and at the same time, a breath went towards the dialect.

"He Bailing? It's also in the mid-stage of distraction?"

This time even Taoist Jun Jue changed his expression, it didn't matter that He Bailing was distracted in the middle stage, Jun Jue was confident that if he really wanted to do something, he had an absolute advantage.

Now they are teaming up with Guiyinzi, and the two distracted mid-stage monks are standing at the place closest to the dialect. As a result, they are in the most advantageous position. This is not a question of fighting methods at all, as long as they Looting the dialect in their hands, the two mid-stage monks who were distracted wanted to escape, but everyone else couldn't stop it even if they joined forces.

Sure enough, He Bailing didn't hesitate at all, and slapped Fang Yan with one palm, it seemed that he wanted to kill Fang Yan with one palm, and took Fang Yan away by the way, for him, it made no difference whether Fang Yan was dead or alive.

"Crane Bailing dare." Jun Jue shouted loudly, and a sword light slashed forward, as if the void was about to be torn apart, but this bombardment used Jun Jue's greatest power.

Seeing such a situation, the expression in Gui Yinzi's eyes changed, he was also a mid-stage distraction, but Jun Jue's strength was far beyond his estimation, and he yelled: "Fellow Daoist Crane, make a quick decision. "

It's just that things are not so easy. Distracted monks, which one came out of idle food, Jun Jue's pressure disappeared, and the five distracted monks of Thousand Illusion Sect Haoran Sect immediately reacted. The three of them were distracted in the middle stage, but they didn't make any difference under their joint efforts, and they bombarded towards the center.

The Taoist Shanqiao on the other side also chopped down the huge axe, and there were two large characters "sleeping" and "killing" appearing in dozens of scrolls in the hands of the Taoist calligrapher, together with the character "Ju" that He Bailing slapped away earlier, towards With the center shrouded down.

No one paid any attention to the life and death of the dialect, and in an instant, all kinds of auras flocked to the dialect in the entanglement and struggle.

How can a monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul resist the bombardment of the distracted monk? Not only the full force of the distracted monk, but also the joint efforts of several distracted monks.

Fang Yan only felt that several breaths were aimed at him, and irresistible power flashed, and the last two layers of spiritual armor shattered with two bangs. middle.

Just at the moment when Fangyan thought that he was about to fall, the Qiankun Pot in his body seemed to be aware of the state of Dialect, and the five elements in the portal suddenly spewed out, flowing along the meridian of Dialect, as if to resist the coming attack for Dialect. threaten.

The Qiankun Pot itself usually regards it as a magic weapon for storing things. Although it has many more mysteries than ordinary magic weapons for storing things, Dialect doesn’t have many ways to activate it. The previous time it operated automatically, it restored Dialect’s nearly damaged body. After coming over, Dialect has been trying to stimulate the five elements to run automatically, but he can't do it anyway.

Normally, if there was such a movement in the Qiankun Pot, Fang Yan would naturally be extremely excited, but now Fang Yan is not happy.

Even if the Qiankun Pot is mysterious and abnormal, it can't compare to Fang Yan's damage speed at the moment. All kinds of chaotic breaths invaded Fang Yan's body. He also couldn't resist the destruction of Fang Yan's body by the distracted monk. In just an instant, Fang Yan's body split into countless holes, and the bright red blood dyed Fang Yan into a bloody man.

At this moment, time seemed to stop suddenly, and all the distracted monks were stunned, and stopped their movements. Suddenly, in the middle of the field, a soaring wave emerged from the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator they had long ignored for a long time. And the breath of will.In an instant, many auras that had been imposed on the dialect were bounced away.

"Huh? What is this?"

Which of the distracted monks is not a well-informed person, and what would make them a little bit surprised, but at this moment, all the distracted monks showed a look of horror.

Facing the sudden breath of will, even the big monk who was distracted felt irresistible, surpassing the existence of distraction, but this will firmly protected the little monk Nascent Soul.

Fang Yan also looked at his right hand in horror. In his hand was the jade pendant that had been taken out and had not been put away. The will emerged from this jade pendant.

Taoist Yangming noticed this scene, and wished he could chop off his own hand. Earlier, Dialect took out this jade pendant and wanted to give it to him, but he scolded him back. Now all the distracted monks have also seen that this jade pendant is him. The goal that the others are chasing hard, the key to Sanxian's inheritance.

So the will that just appeared is the will of Sanxian?Such a powerful will, what level of Sanxian left it behind, everyone had this thought in their hearts, and their eyes suddenly brightened.

If the master of this will appeared, these distracted monks would naturally run away without saying a word, but now it is only a will, and even the more tyrannical master can't deter this group of comprehension circles. The distracted monk who frightened many people.

Everyone knows that although he doesn't know why this will will appear, maybe it is because of the bombardment of many monks, which made him aware that the jade pendant he is hiding is threatened, or there are other reasons, but this will will never grow To save, even if you get the jade pendant yourself, you must wear down or even refine this will before you can get the real inheritance.

The distracted monks stopped their movements at the same time, their spiritual consciousness only locked the dialect wrapped in the will, and they would step forward to snatch it when the will dissipated.

This is not the first time that dialect has encountered this kind of thing. When practicing the Hanshan Order, he encountered a similar existence. Compared with the will in front of him, the will contained in the Hanshan Order was much weaker.

At this moment, the dialect didn't care about the distracted monks around him. At the moment when this will appeared, he invaded the sea of ​​dialect knowledge. He was guarding the dialect as he saw in the eyes of the distracted monk. Kill the spirit of dialect.

Dialect, who was shocked, wanted to mobilize all means to resist, but there was no way, even the big monk who was distracted had to be very afraid of his will. Fang Yan was just a small monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, not even an ant.

At this moment, Fang Yan didn't want to say anything else, even his body could hardly move, and he could only let that will invade the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. The moment Fang Yan lost confidence, a magic weapon in his body suddenly appeared. The reaction was not the Qiankun Pot that dialect had been relying on for a long time, but the Senran scroll that was obtained from Luo Chi.

A breath circulated in Fang Yan's body, and just after it touched the will emanating from the jade pendant, Fang Yan noticed that his body suddenly regained control, and the will that had invaded the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness retreated instantly. Dialect realized that the connection between the Senran scroll in his body and himself had strengthened a lot, which was greater than the result of his ten years of sacrificial training.

Before Fang Yan had time to rejoice, he saw the will that had withdrawn from his body, and immediately blasted out towards the many monks around him.

All but for a moment, what outsiders saw was that the dialect paused, and then the will attacked and killed him.

Before, I just sensed the tyranny of this will, but at this moment, I really came into contact with his power. In an instant, these high-ranking distracted monks all felt the breath of will that invaded them. They would not be helpless like dialects, but For a while, he was entangled by this will and couldn't move.

At this moment, a loud laughter suddenly came out, but it was from the most central dialect with the lowest cultivation level.

Could it be that this little junior was stupefied by fright? All the distracted great monks, as well as those Hengyue sect juniors in the late Yuanying period, all had a strange idea. How could he laugh out loud in such a situation?Don't you know that after this will dissipates, it will be his death?Not to mention the Sanxian inheritance, even the star shuttle that he has been flying away from all the time is not something a Nascent Soul cultivator should have.

The next moment, all the people looked in disbelief. A scroll suddenly appeared in the hands of the little Nascent Soul cultivator. After a flash of light, a burst of void power fluctuated around him. Could it be that he was going to use this void power to bombard him? Kill yourself and others?

How can this little power of the void be able to do anything to these distracted monks, even if they are being held back by that invincible will at this moment, it is not that this little power of the void can damage half of it.

Only Jun Jue, master and apprentice changed their expressions drastically. They had experienced this wave force before, but they stepped in by themselves at the beginning, but this time they were trapped by this will.

The fluctuations in the void became much stronger in an instant. When the distracted big monks felt the will that imprisoned them disappear, they looked at the center again. The monk disappeared, but he and others were no longer in their original positions.

(End of this chapter)