Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 447 Returning to Lingyuan
An anxious Shang Daozi stared at the dialect without moving. No one knew better than him the significance of Master and Grandmaster to Xingjizong. If any of the two ancestors had some problems, it would be unacceptable to Xingjizong. Disaster, but it is impossible to ask outsiders for help in this kind of thing. If it is not dialect, it is impossible to have the opportunity to come here and see the situation of the two.

Shang Daozi was not at all surprised by the dialect's actions. Although he is not very clear about the current situation of the master and the master ancestor, he can probably guess that the two people's spiritual consciousness has fallen into a high-level formation, but Shang Daozi is not strong enough. However, even if he reached the late stage of Jindan with Jindan cultivation base, he could only comprehend eight formations.

Although Fang Yan only comprehended eight formations last time, Shang Daozi was full of hope. When the master almost insisted on hiring Fang Yan as the elder of this sect, Shang Daozi might still have a little bit of hope in his heart. Doubtful, but just a few years ago, when he saw that imposing and majestic monk, a senior like Lian Xingwu who wanted to perform junior rituals, Shang Daozi no longer had the original doubt.

After only a few decades, he has not been lazy. After hundreds of years of cultivation in the sect's secret realm, he is only getting closer to the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir. In his mouth, he heard that the dialect had not only conceived already, but it was very likely that he had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

At that time, I still didn't believe it, but when I saw the dialect just now, Shang Daozi found that the cultivation base of the elder of the dialect was beyond his ability to detect, but that demeanor, which faintly revealed the taste of a nascent soul, could not be concealed he.

Thinking of this, Shang Daozi couldn't help but feel a little sad. If it weren't for his brothers and sisters who were unable to conceive a baby for a long time, the master would not have rashly comprehended a higher formation, and the master would not have fallen into it because of the master. Elders can bring surprises.

Several hours later, Shang Daozi saw the dialect elder in front retract his consciousness and slowly open his eyes, but his master and ancestor remained motionless.

"Elder dialect?" Shang Daozi asked with deep disappointment in his tone.

Hearing Shang Daozi's tone, Fang Yan smiled slightly: "Fellow Shang Daoist, don't worry, the two elder brothers are not serious, but it is a good thing. If this enlightenment is successful, I think their cultivation base may go further. .”

"What?" As if a drowning man grabbed a straw, Shang Daozi looked at the dialect in surprise.

"They are comprehending the No. 12 array in the Zilang Stone Wall. If it goes well, Brother Jiuhuan will come out within a year or two. Brother Huanyue estimates that it will take longer, and it will not exceed ten years."

"Ah, that's great, that's great." Shang Daozi shouted loudly. Originally, he shouldn't show such a gesture, but the matter of the two ancestors is really too big. After hearing the good news, But he was a little out of his composure.

After a while, Shang Daozi realized something was wrong: "Fellow dialect, the natal Yuanshen card doesn't seem so optimistic. I'm worried that master and ancestor can't last that long?"

"Well, that's true. The two of them didn't want to be stuck in it for so long and cause old illnesses, but you don't have to worry, as long as their soul consumption is replenished, it won't be a problem."

Speaking in dialect, he took out a piece of Yunling Stone in his hand, and played a few hand formulas, and several runes fell into the Yunling Stone. Soon, Shang Daozi at the side noticed a majestic wave of spirit and soul coming from the Yunling Stone. Out: "Ah, is this the sixth-order monster spirit?"

Fang Yan didn't answer any more, and he kept on hand. After taking out this soul from the Yunling Stone, before it could make a move, several runes sank into this soul again. Soon, it was gone. There was no movement.

Fang Yan waved his hand and chopped off two pieces of this pure soul power, and then performed the kung fu, a icy flame appeared in his hand, instantly enveloping the two balls of soul power.

Time passed by, and two hours later, Fang Yan let out a sigh of relief: "Haha, fortunately, I have finally condensed into a pill, so I will call you Soul Pill."

With the slight movement of dialect's palm, the newly condensed soul pill shattered, and the two breaths entered their sea of ​​consciousness along Huanyue and Jiuhuan's heavenly spirit. Wisdom has long since been wiped out, leaving only extremely pure energy, which was absorbed by the souls in the sea of ​​consciousness of the two of them as their own power without using any means.

After doing all this, the dialect is also a little tired: "Friend Shang Dao, the two old brothers have nothing to do, I need to recover for a while."

"Ah?" Shang Daozi, who was stunned by the dialect at this moment, came back to his senses when he heard the dialect's voice. What was the scene just now? Dissolve the alchemy and let others absorb it directly?
It seems that Shang Daozi in the Jindan period has not yet figured out the means of dialect, but he has no doubts about the words of dialect: "Please follow me, elder dialect."

After a while, Shang Daozi led the dialect to a secret realm with more intense aura, which is also one of the most advanced secret realms of Xingjizong, where the flow of time is more than ten times faster. Recover here, I won't bother you."

Seeing that Fang Yan had crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and urged his mind to recover, Shang Daozi left the secret place in a flash, and immediately headed towards an attic.

Shang Daozi, who entered the attic, quickly fixed his eyes on a stone platform in front of him. There were hundreds of jade tablets floating on it, which were the natal Yuanshen cards of all the disciples of the Xingji Sect who were above the foundation.

Seeing that the top two jade cards were still dim and irrelevant, Shang Daozi's expression tightened: "No change? It's still fading. Why were the dialect elders so affirmative just now?"

The doubt in Shang Daozi's mind has not yet disappeared, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Haha."

The original bleak Yuanshen card stopped fading at this moment, and instead began to emit light slightly. Although it was only a gleam, it surprised Shang Daozi.

What was even more surprising was still to come. After a quarter of an hour, the dim Yuanshen card shone brightly and returned to the state of consummation. Shang Daozi knew that things were just as the dialect said, and his master and ancestors would not have any major problems. As for still retreating, what's the point? If it weren't for the natal primordial spirit card, it would be normal for the two ancestors to retreat for hundreds of years.

Shang Daozi, who left the attic, suddenly thought of something. Just now, the dialect elders seemed to mention that the two ancestors are now comprehending the No.12 formation. It seems that the No.12 formation is very easy for him. Could it be He has penetrated the No.12 sub-array?Shang Daozi couldn't help thinking of the words of his master and the ancient rumors in Xingji Sect.

A day later, Shang Daozi received the news of the dialect, quickly packed up, and once again entered the secret place where the dialect was cultivated.

The dialect that has been restored, seeing Shang Daozi coming in, stretched out his hand and handed out a few black and bright pills: "Friend Shang Dao, take these soul pills away, and when you see the two old brothers' spirits are sluggish, crush them , into the sea of ​​consciousness."

Shang Daozi, who had already understood the efficacy of these pills, solemnly put them away. This was the key to whether the two ancestors could escape from the Zilang stone wall. Shang Daozi did not dare to be careless. After putting them away, it was Thank you again and again.

Dialect waved his hand and said: "Friends of Shang Dao, you don't have to be polite. I am duty-bound to deal with the two old brothers. You don't have to worry about them anymore. These soul pills are enough to last for more than ten years. By the way, Ji Feng is still in Xingjizong?"

"Ji Feng, this kid is not bad. He is still in closed-door training. He should be able to attack the alchemy when he comes out this time. Elder Dialect wants to meet him?" Ji Feng.

"It will disappear after retreating, so as not to affect his state of mind. By the way, these are some calming pills. When Ji Feng forms the pill, please ask Shang Daoist to pass it to him." Fang Yan then took out another jade bottle and handed it to Shang Daozi .

"Ji Feng is really lucky. When I formed the alchemy back then, I didn't have such a good elixir." Shang Daozi who took the elixir became more and more relaxed, but this is true. There may be formations, but such high-level pills are rare.

Opening the jade bottle and inspecting it for a while, Shang Daozi cupped his hands to Fang Yan again and said, "Thank you, Elder Fang Yan." A pill formation can only consume one pill at most, and now Yan gave Shang Daozi a bottle of several pills at once, and the excess is naturally to let He distributed it to the disciples of Xingjizong who were about to form alchemy.

"I said earlier that you don't need to be so polite. I'll go back first when this matter is over. After a while, I will come back to visit the two old brothers."

Regarding the decision on the dialect, Shang Daozi has no opinion at all. During this meeting, Shang Daozi has already placed the dialect in the same existence as his master and ancestors, and immediately led the dialect out of the secret realm, and has been sending the dialect out of the Xingjizong Mountain Gate. outside.

Naturally, there were many disciples of the Xingji Sect around. Seeing the scene where the head teacher gave them away in person, it seemed that the head teacher was very respectful, so there was a lot of discussion, but soon all the Xingji sect disciples received a message, which was in dialect His appearance and the strange-looking triangular token.

Dialect originally planned to come to Xingjizong to visit Brother Jiuhuan in a few days, but after listening to Brother Xingwuwu's words, he rushed there, but he didn't expect this kind of thing.

The dialect who left Xingjizong couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, I came back in time. If there are a few more years, the spirits of the two brothers will really shrink. Support, it seems that in this situation, even if Big Brother Xing Wuxin makes a move, it will be difficult to recover. He has not comprehended fifteen formations like himself.

Now that I have arrived at Xingjizong, I will stop by to visit the old man Dang Yangzi. Dialect urges Liu Guangyi a little, and then arrives in front of the old man's cave. Looking at the formation prohibition in front of the cave, Dialect sends a message into it. After a while without a response, the dialect became clear, and the old man should be practicing in seclusion.

Not intending to disturb the old man's retreat, Fang Yan turned around and headed towards Feidun. It's not that he didn't want to go to Qingyun Sect, but with his current cultivation level, he could still fight Ye Tianqing outside, but he didn't have much confidence in Qingyun Sect , it is more likely that he was killed by the people.

After leaving the old man's cave, Dialect continued to move Liu Guangyi, but instead of returning to his own cave, he headed towards Guiyun Town. Of course, Dialect didn't want to go to Guiyun Town. If it is used together, Jindan monks seldom go there, let alone Nascent Soul monks who speak dialects.

Dialect’s destination is the Lingyuan Valley outside Guiyun Town. Nowadays, there is no need for a teleportation array within a distance of tens of thousands of miles. The current dialect can continuously stimulate the streamer wings for more than two hundred breaths. After dozens of breaths, Fangyan will stand On the cliff at the entrance of Lingyuan Valley.

There are still many monks around who are going to explore the Lingyuan Valley. Looking at these foundation building monks, Fang Yan seems to see himself back then, following Ji Feng to the famous Lingyuan Valley for the first time.

The dozen or so monks who were originally staying on the cliff felt that they saw a monk whose cultivation base was not clear, but they didn't feel surprised at all. Although the monks who came here were not high in cultivation base, they Among the foundation-building monks, there are also those who have some means, and those with extraordinary self-confidence dare to come here. If it weren't for Ji Feng's elephant-nosed dolphin, how could he dare to come to the prestigious Lingyuan Valley with his dialect.

Fang Yan looked at it with interest for a while, and suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he saw a few more disciples of Wan Poison Sect. Of course, Fang Yan didn't want to make trouble with these foundation-building juniors, but just remembered that Wan Poison Sect and himself There are also some festivals, imprisoning Scar and Beard, and even setting up a trap formation in front of his parents' tomb, and he will have to calculate with them when he has the opportunity.

Losing interest in the dialect, he walked towards the Lingyuan Valley in a flash.

"Isn't that person going to commit suicide? He went into the stellar atmosphere without any defense?" A person saw the rapidly falling dialect flash past him, and quickly shouted to his companion beside him.

"You're crazy about the magic weapon, why didn't you say that a magic weapon fell down." A voice sounded, but it was full of sarcasm.

"What's the noise? Hurry up and prepare to mobilize the formation. You will soon reach the stellar layer. After breaking through the stellar layer, you may encounter fourth-order or even fifth-order monsters. Be careful, I don't want to bring You come out, but you can't take it back." A monk who looked like a leader shouted.

When the rest of the people heard this, they stopped talking and urged their own mana to pour it into a Luo Jin flag in front of them. Soon, a defensive cover enveloped them and rushed into the atmosphere layer. Only the figure who had just seen The cultivator muttered in his heart. He was sure that he was not dazzled. Although it was only for a moment, he definitely saw a cultivator without any magic weapon fall down.

This cultivator was indeed not dazzled. The cultivator he saw just now passed through the gas layer without any injuries. At this moment, he was already hundreds of miles away.

The dialect that the qi of the sky can shuttle back and forth, these ordinary qi have no longer threatened him at all, and the dialect doesn't know that he has left a deep impression on a junior monk in just a moment.

In an instant, Dialect appeared at the entrance of the cave in the Peach Miasma Forest. After performing two hand gestures, he sensed the existence of the portal and immediately entered it.

Before he could stand still, he heard shouts in his ears: "Who dares to break into our territory."

At the same time, waves of formations surged around, and in an instant, Fang Yan was surrounded by formations.

Fang Yan was not in a hurry, but a slight smile appeared on his face. He didn't speak or make a move, but his figure flickered, shuttling back and forth in the formation.

After a little effort, I heard a voice of exclamation from outside the formation: "No, this person seems to have studied the formation very well. This formation can't trap him. He is not a foundation-building Dzogchen monk."

"Hmph, I haven't come out for so long, even if I'm smart, I can't go anywhere. Let's see."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Yan sensed that a wave was about to burst out beside him, and the smile on his lips became even bigger, but he urged a wave of mana to force the wave back. At this moment, he heard two people outside the formation The sound of people's real exclamation.

"Ah, even the talisman treasures can't be exploded? Not good, it really is a golden core cultivator, explode for me."

Dialect immediately noticed several fluctuations gushing out in the formation, ranging in strength and weakness, but only two of them were really powerful, and the rest were just disturbing. Of course, there was still no threat to Dialect. Urging mana, these waves that were about to explode were all gathered together in one place and trapped in his hands.

Sensing that the person outside the formation was about to use desperate moves, Dialect no longer concealed his aura, and at the same time released a divine sense: "Huang Ying, it's me."

"Boss? You're back?" The man who heard the dialect screamed, felt himself a little, and screamed wildly.

The dialect who stepped out of the formation looked at the young man in front of him, and praised: "Yes, you are alert enough, and ordinary Jindan cultivators will follow your way, but next time you should throw a few more Jindan talismans at the first hit. You should throw a few more in the second attack, since you know that the opponent is a Golden Core cultivator, do you still think that one or two will kill you?"

"Boss, the talisman is very precious." The young man called Huang Ying said embarrassingly.

Dialect's face darkened: "The talisman is more important than your life. If a Golden Core cultivator breaks through the formation, no matter how many talismans you can keep for your next life?"

"Yes, Boss, I understand, next time I will definitely blow the crap out of him." Huang Ying immediately shouted formally.

"Okay, just be clear in your heart, what are you doing so loudly, tell me why you are here, hey, these spiritual fields have been opened up?" Fang Yan released his consciousness while speaking, swept around, and passed through it at a glance Looking at the formations beyond a few pieces of spiritual fields, I saw a garden full of spiritual grass.

This Huang Ying is also a member of the Huang family, and Fang Yan noticed his identity when he first entered the cave. He just wanted to test the current strength of this clever Huang Ying, so he made the previous move.

Losing to his boss, Huang Ying didn't feel ashamed at all, on the contrary, he felt very honored. Few people can be taught by the boss, and he still doesn't know about the return of the dialect. Seeing the boss at this moment, he was extremely excited , Hearing the question in the dialect, I immediately introduced it in detail.

(End of this chapter)