Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

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The red-faced dialect was still suppressing the thunder in his hands. After standing still, he looked at the planet behind him, suddenly coughed twice, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. If dialect hadn't suppressed it with all his strength, there might be more spurts out. After a while, dialect, who suppressed the injuries in his body, regained his previous calm, and then a flash submerged into his magic weapon Senran Scroll.

Dialect, who escaped into the Senran scroll, immediately took out the ancient spring spirit liquid, put two drops into his mouth, and immediately waved his hand to arrange a formation in the corner of Senran Hall, and put the source of thunder into it.

After doing all this, Fang Yan swallowed two more elixirs, and slowly stimulated the recovering mana in his body to refine the power of the elixir. After a while, Fang Yan fell into cultivation and ignored things outside his body .

The strength of the Thunderwing Birds on the planet is extraordinary, and now that they have left the planet, there is no need to worry any more. Those Thunderwing Birds are surrounded by the power of Lightning Light. It is not the same in the middle, even the queen bee and the two red cicadas are enough to resist the same level. If the purple spirit fights hard, it will not matter if dozens of them come, and now they are hidden in the dense scroll. It is much safer for the Thunderwing Bird to hide in the thunder light.

After more than ten days in the Senran scroll, Fang Yan slowly opened his eyes, his face was a little pale, but he was recovering from a serious injury, but Fang Yan didn't get up, and took the source of thunder over there with a wave of his hand. Surrounded by beasts, it is difficult to refine, but now there is time to process it slowly.

Dialect has refined the source of thunder more than once, so he is familiar with it, but this time it takes a little more effort. With the operation of the method, a few strands of the source of thunder are stripped from Fang Yan's hands, and then Fang Yan clapped them and sent them into the dantian Among them, as soon as these few strands of the source of thunder entered the dantian, the dialect's Nascent Soul trembled violently, and several streaks of thunder light above the Nascent Soul suddenly brightened up, enveloping the newly entered source of thunder.

Time passed little by little, and the lightning aura on Fang Yan's body also flickered, and finally returned to calm. At this time, Fang Yan, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and sent a few strands of the source of thunder into his dantian. With the passage of time, the source of thunder sent in each time gradually increased. After a few days, the remaining half of the dialect was not separated, and it was all sent into the dantian at once.

When dialect clapped his hands and stood up, it had been half a month since he entered the Senran scroll, and finally he completely refined the captured thunder essence into the Nascent Soul, and the Thunder Origin in Dialect Nascent Soul had grown more than several times .

It's just that the look of the dialect is still a bit ugly, but the loss of essence and blood is not so easy to recover, and some high-level items are needed to replenish it, otherwise it will only take time to recover slowly.

Dialect is very clear about his state, and he doesn't care too much, but just thinks about his gains and losses on the Thunder Light Planet again.

Before Fang Yan stepped into this thunder-filled planet, he absolutely never imagined that such a thing would happen in less than a day. There is still hope for Jia to recover, and it is difficult to have the original power. The Tianhuan Chess Array, that is, Lu Nanzi's flawless jade chess piece, was completely destroyed. At the last moment, Dialect chose to blew himself up. High-level magic weapon, come to fight for a moment of kung fu, so as to escape from the encirclement.

The dialect of the Heavenly Soul Chess Formation has already been fully practiced, and has been connected with the dialect for many years. Once it exploded, the dialect naturally suffered a lot of damage, and it was even more hurt by several thunderbolts when it flew away. He was injured and even spit out a mouthful of natal blood.

But now that I think about it, thanks to my decisive decision, I blew up the Heavenly Soul Chess Array. With the self-destruct power of this magic weapon, I managed to escape. There are many thunder lights coming towards the position where I was just now, probably no fewer than thousands.

The situation at that time was a life of death. Even the escape that was full of confidence before was almost impossible. The speed of the Thunderwing Bird was astonishing. Being surrounded and slaughtered by hundreds of Thunderwing Birds, being able to escape now is already considered a great luck. Even if it was delayed for a few breaths, I am afraid that it would be surrounded and slaughtered again.

As for the loss of this trip, it is actually not considered. Although the two magic weapons are of very high grades, Fang Yan has obtained the source of a thunder, which is enough to satisfy Dialect. Ray's confidence grew a little more.

Moreover, I have lost two magic weapons. Apart from obtaining the source of thunder, there are also gains. A thunder stone with a radius of one foot is of high quality. , is also enough to refine a thunder-type spirit armor, but there is not so much effort now, if there is time in the future, it can be considered.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan suddenly thought that he seemed to have another harvest. At that time, he urged the Dawu Sword Formation to cut the Thunderwing Bird. What is it that actually made the thunderwing bird flee in a hurry, and attracted many of its kind to surround and kill him.

Fang Yan's spiritual sense penetrated into the Qiankun Pot, and he saw a ball of thunder light shining. As soon as his spiritual sense moved, this ball of thunder light appeared in Fang Yan's hands. When he looked closely, Fang Yan found that his hands were actually a pair of palm-sized wings, flickering With the aura of Si Si Lei, from its appearance, it was cut off at the same root, but why the wings that were more than ten feet long were cut off were only the size of a palm, which made Dialect quite interested.

The spiritual sense couldn't scan the root of the inner core, so Fang Yan used his wristband to urge Sisi Leili to explore it, and then slowly savored it. After a while, a surprised expression appeared on Fang Yan's face, and a trace of space fluctuations flashed from the pair of wings Come out, the technique of lightning escape?
A guess suddenly popped up in Fang Yan's mind. The Thunderwing Bird had already shown the power of the Lightning Escape Technique in front of Dialect's eyes. The technique of escape relies on this pair of wings.

The dialect is a little excited, the technique of thunder escape is unusual, but whether this guess is true or not will be known after refining the pair of wings into a magic weapon in the future. The magic weapon has the same effect, so this time, not only is it not considered a loss, but it is considered to be an advantage.

Refining this pair of wings is not a short-term matter, even more time-consuming than that piece of Thunder Li Stone. Dialect flicked his hand and backhanded them back into the Qiankun Pot, but instead of throwing them aside, he sent them directly into the Huohong In the portal, on the way to the starry sky, the Qingyun giant sword has been fused with a thunder branch, and the re-refined Dawu sword array has also tried the mighty dialect, but the Taishangyan that is now empty is just right. It is used to refine the pair of wings. It is uncertain when the dialect will be refined, and the tempering must always be done first.

Dialect, who folded his wings, escaped from the dense scroll, and was placed in the starry sky again. This place is hundreds of thousands of miles away from the place where he and the Taoists parted ways that day. Taoist Hu fled in the same direction, but fled toward the opposite side.

After escaping a distance of millions of miles, Fang Yan stopped, closed his eyes and focused his attention, sensing the fluctuations coming from below. After a while, Fang Yan moved and stepped into the Qi of Tiangang again. The planet collects the source of thunder, isn't his loss last time not enough?If it happens again, will Dialect still explode the Dawu Sword Formation, or the Senran Scroll?
Of course, Dialect didn't want to destroy the magic weapon again, although if necessary, he would still blew himself up without hesitation.The reason for stepping into the planet was carefully considered.

That's right, the last time I lost two middle-grade spiritual artifacts, and almost fell into them, but that was not inevitable. If I hadn't been entangled with that thunderwing bird and cut off its wings, There would not be hundreds of Thunderwing birds besieging and slaughtering later. If there were not hundreds of Thunderwing birds, if there were only a few, Dialect would be able to escape into the sky and return to the starry sky without self-destruct magic weapon.

And now that the source of thunder has been refined, the perception of thunder fluctuations is more acute and clear, and the dialect is more confident to enter it and continue to collect. As long as you don't provoke the Thunderwing Bird, this planet is simply the place for the dialect to collect the source of thunder. Heaven.

After a few breaths, Dialect passed through the Qi of the Heavenly Gang, and did not fall directly downward. First, he sensed the fluctuations of the thunder light around him, and after making sure that there were no large groups of Thunderwing Birds, Dialect slowly fell down.

After a while, Fang Yan saw a pool of lake water under his feet, but the lake was not ordinary water, but flashing thunder, and one of them emitted a special wave, which excited his Nascent Soul.

Beyond the Thunder Light Planet, a starlight suddenly appeared, and a figure flashed out.

"It's so refreshing. The recovery of the Star Burial Robe has finally exceeded [-]%, and it has gained a lot of power. If I fight that person again at this time, I don't have to work so hard. I will definitely be able to suppress him steadily, but He has the core technique of Xingyun Jue, but it is difficult to completely defeat and kill him, unless I can restore more than [-]% of the star burial robe, so I can do this, eh."

Taoist Hu, who retreated to refine the power of the stars, came out of the closed door. After muttering a few times, he suddenly thought of something: "No, nearly ten years have passed in the star burial robe, and the outside world should have passed a few months. Didn't come back, could it be that something happened, if I really want to fall into this ghost planet, should I rescue it, the Thunderwing Bird here is very difficult, with [-]% of its body strength, it is difficult, but that person It is the key to the recovery of my body, if there is no him, when will the Star Burial Robe be restored to its former glory."

Daoren Hu was wondering whether he should use his movements to investigate around, when he saw a ray of light coming towards him at high speed, it was not a dialect, but it was someone.

(End of this chapter)