Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 495 Between the Long Tail
Daoist Hu's tone was relaxed, but he didn't dare to be sloppy in his movements. The bloody maelstrom and the distracted monks didn't dare to underestimate him. The great cultivator of the gods has fallen.

The bloody maelstrom was still slowly rotating, and the long tail trembled with the rotation of the maelstrom. The two distracted monks just now were swept by the magic weapon by the long tail and fell into it.

The closer he got to the range of the long tails, the more cautious Hu Daoist was, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, he urged the Star Burial Robe with all his strength to fly between the two long tails.

Dialect doesn't like the feeling of putting his life in the hands of others, but compared to him, his own strength is even lower than that of Taoist Hu. At this moment, he can only urge the power of the stars with all his strength and instill them in the star burial robe Among them, supporting the power of stars consumed by Taoist Hu at a rapid rate, he did not dare to distract Taoist Hu in the slightest.

In an instant, the dialect, who hadn't felt anything just now, suddenly sensed a huge coercion, passed through the star burial robe and pressed down on him, the pressure of this bloody maelstrom was able to pass through the star burial robe It directly affects myself, no wonder those distracted big monks outside dare not come in easily, only because of this coercion, if it is not for the protection of the star burial robe, they will encounter a lot of resistance and even a fatal threat.

Sensing the coercion and the body's dialect, he hurriedly activated the exercises, but he heard Hu Taoist's slightly relaxed words: "Fang Daoist, we have entered the long tail of the vortex, pay attention to resist the coercion of the vortex, I have to speed up. "

Following Hu Taoist's voice, Dialect noticed the sudden increase in the escape speed of the Star Burial Robe, and no longer fast and slow to avoid the long tail sweep as before.

Resisting the coercive dialect, the divine sense pierced the star burial robe and probed outside, and saw several rays of light not far from the star burial robe, and looking further away, he saw thick blood-colored long hair. Now the star burial robe is no longer at the end of the long tail, but the long tail is much more stable. No wonder Hu Daoist speaks like that.

Seeing this, the dialect is not worth it for the two fallen distracted monks. It turns out that the entrance is the most dangerous place. Although it is clear that there is a greater pressure in the deeper depths, it is not as thrilling as the entrance Now, you just need to fly forward along the gap between the two long tails, as long as you don't get dizzy and rush directly into the bloody long tail, but don't worry, it will suddenly swing over and sweep you .

Dialect, who was a little relieved, kept moving his hands, and continued to instill the power of the stars into the star burial robe, but his eyes were aimed at the bloody long tail outside. He had learned from Hu Taoist before that this bloody maelstrom was not only It's just a dangerous place. To be precise, it looks like the defensive array of Xuanlan's Domain, guarding the portal of Xuanlan's Domain. There are all kinds of mystery in it, even a distracted monk can't see through it.

As early as the beginning of hearing, he had the desire to explore. Although the distracted monks could not detect anything, Fang Yan knew that he would not be able to detect anything, but Fang Yan believed that he had a deep understanding of the prohibition of the formation. It's just that there is no opportunity in such a place, and it's good to see it when you have leisure.

This bloody long tail is also a part of the bloody maelstrom. If the bloody maelstrom is a huge defensive formation as Hu Daoist said, these bloody long tails will definitely reflect it.

It's just that when Dialect cast his eyes on the bloody long tail, he only saw thick blood, which was only formed by the condensed blood, and immediately felt a more ferocious coercion.

"Fang Daoyou, remember my reminder, you can only probe with your eyes, don't try to use your spiritual sense to probe in vain, you may be bombarded to your soul."

Daoist Hu, who noticed Fangyan's actions, immediately warned Fangyan, although he also knew that Fangyan was not a reckless person, but at this time two people's life and death were involved, Daoist Hu couldn't help being serious.

"Fellow Daoist Hu, don't worry, Fang has a sense of proportion." Fang Yan replied immediately. Fang Yan naturally listened to the words of warning from Taoist Hu. Daoist Hu mentioned this method when he first mentioned the danger of the Bloody Maelstrom. Naturally, Dialect would never forget it, especially after witnessing the fall of the previous distracted monk, he made Dialect very cautious.

However, even if he didn't use his spiritual sense to investigate, Fang Yan also had other methods. After responding to Daoist Hu, Fang Yan immediately activated his broken illusion eyes, and looked into the bloody long tail again.

What Daoist Hu said was right, and the guesses in the dialect were also good. There are indeed all kinds of mysteries in these blood-colored long tails. In the shattering eyes of the dialect, one can see a faintly flowing wave in the thick blood, forming a faint imprint. It seems to be a rune imprint, but this rune is completely incomprehensible in the dialect, like a heavenly book, it is not any type of rune that the dialect has come into contact with, and the dialect has no feeling other than mysterious.

But in an instant, the rune just now dispersed into thick blood and merged into the surroundings, and another rune-like mark appeared in Fang Yan's eyes, but it was completely different from the previous one, and Fang Yan immediately fell into it.

Suddenly, Fang Yan woke up with a start, and his expression changed drastically. It seemed that it was just a moment. Fang Yan suddenly found that most of his mind had been consumed, and even a trace of sweat appeared on his body, as if he was bathing.

"Fang Daoyou fell into it. I remember that the master had done this before. It was only after an experiment that he never explored the mystery of this bloody maelstrom. But don't worry, fellow Daoists. There are no monks here who don't want to investigate. It's just a momentary effort, and it won't have any other impact except for a little bit of mental exhaustion, just meditate for a while." Daoist Hu, who seemed to have already reached the end of the dialect, saw the reaction of the dialect, But he asked with a smile.

Dialect didn't answer, he threw a elixir into his mouth, poured a burst of star power into the star burial robe, then escaped into the dense scroll, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, following the instructions of Daoist Hu. When Yan recovered, it was because Daoist Hu had relaxed a lot at this moment that Fang Yan dared to do this. It would take more than a day to escape into the center of the bloody maelstrom, and nothing would happen before that.

Fang Yan didn't expect that he would lose his mind just by looking into it. From Hu Taoist's words, Fang Yan knew that he was really just caught in it for a moment, and only for a moment, he would lose his mind. If one's consciousness penetrates into it, one is afraid that one's soul will be killed directly.

Dialect immediately thought of the dozen or so rune imprints he had just seen at that moment. Suddenly, dialect's expression changed again. I have seen more than a dozen things like rune imprints, but I don't have the slightest memory of what the specific runes look like. I thought that even if I didn't understand, I could copy it like a cat painting a tiger and study it slowly, but now it is I can't remember anything, let alone copy its shape, the only thing I remember is that mysterious meaning, which is not an existence that I can understand.

In an instant, Fang Yan no longer thought about this matter. It is normal for a mere Nascent Soul cultivator to have something that even a distracted monk can't figure out. Fang Yan doesn't think that he is the only one who can discover these rune imprints , the dialect didn’t experience any loss of mind when it was just looking with eyes before, only when it was activated to see those rune imprints later. Supernatural powers must also have their own unique means. At least the previous master of Daoist Hu can detect something from it, as can the other great monks who are distracted. Otherwise, they would not lose their minds as Taoist Hu said.

After experiencing this dialect, the awe of this bloody maelstrom is even higher. If it is true as Hu Daoist said, this bloody maelstrom is a defensive formation to protect the portal. Who can set up such a formation? In comparison, the Tianyi Restriction I have seen before is not comparable to this bloody maelstrom, but why does it subside once in a hundred years, so that monks can freely enter and exit the Xuanlan domain, which is guarded by the bloody maelstrom? , who can treat this kind of place as a cave-like existence.

With all kinds of guesses, Dialect began to refine the power of the elixir to restore his depleted mind. In the past two days in the dense scroll, Dialect regained his mind, and escaped from the space of the magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoist Hu, there is nothing wrong."

After urging Xingyun Jue again to input the power of stars into the robe of star burial, Fang Yan asked, over the years, Fang Yan has accumulated a lot of power of stars, some of which have been condensed a little by dialect, and originally planned to be like Taoist Hu. The power of these stars was condensed into the threads of the stars, but now they were melted away again, and all of them were given to Taoist Hu's star burial robe.

"Fang Daoyou has recovered, don't worry too much, before reaching the center of the vortex, there will be no other dangers except the coercion of the bloody long tail, but Daoist friends should also be prepared, it seems that the time to subside this time is not long Long, although it will not be the shortest three days, it will not exceed five days. We must pass through the center as soon as possible, so as to return to the Xuanlan domain before the bloody vortex recovers. If we are trapped in the center Or in the passage, even the gods can't save us, and there may be changes at that time, you and I are not strong enough, so we need to be careful."

"Well, Taoist Hu, don't worry, I've already made preparations, and I've considered the possibility of three days, and now I have five days, which is already a lot more."

"Fang Daoyou, don't pay too much attention to it. It's true that our strength is lower, but we don't have to be timid there. In a place like the center of the bloody maelstrom, even a distracted monk would not dare to do anything at will, even if someone really sabotaged it. According to the rules, you absolutely dare not use your full strength, otherwise even a great cultivator in the late stage of distraction will be swallowed by the bloody maelstrom if you touch it."

Dialect heard Hu Daoren's rascally words, and said with a smile, "Hehe, we have taken advantage of it."

Daoist Hu also smiled: "Well, yes, I am afraid that in history, only the two of us have the lowest cultivation level to step into the bloody maelstrom."

(End of this chapter)