Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 63 Collecting Five-Colored Soil

Seeing Lihuo on the dialect's fingertips, Xue Daheihu believed that what the dialect said was true. The dialect didn't tell the actual process, and the red cicada on him who only knew to eat and sleep didn't tell everyone. Xue Daheihu is used to the extraordinaryness of the dialect, and Ji Feng at the side has long accepted the strength of the dialect, but he saw that the dialect forced all the monks who established the foundation to explode their emptiness.

"Okay, brother Fang, don't worry about the people outside. Those who die can't die any more. Even gods can't save them from exploding their emptiness. If it weren't for this formation here, we would really be buried with them. It's cheaper now We, you collected Lihuo, and the man blew himself up and destroyed half of the Jiugong Formation. We happened to find out what was in the formation, and it was protected by the Jiugong Lihuo Formation. Let's go outside the formation first and then do research .”

Only then did Fang Yan know that the formation in front of him was called the Jiugong Lihuo formation, but the Lihuo formation no longer existed. After leaving the Jiugong formation, Fang Yan was shocked by the scene in front of him. Is this the power of the self-explosive void pill?How powerful would it be if it was a Golden Core cultivator? Dialect, who originally raised his cultivation level extremely quickly, feels that his strength is still not worth mentioning.

"We need to hurry up. Although that person doesn't know his life, but he can cultivate to the Dzogchen Foundation Establishment, he must not be an unknown person. There must be a natal primordial card in the Taiyi sect. After discovering that his natal primordial card is broken, Tai Yizong will soon send people to investigate, and it will not take more than a few days to clear the ghost cave, so if we want to break the formation in front of us, we must do it as soon as possible." Xue Da said to several people.

Dialect didn't know this, seeing Hei Hu and Ji Feng nodding, he nodded too.

"Ji Feng, I'll borrow your formation-shattering awl, and I'll return it to you when I'm done."

The attainments in the Great Blood Formation are much higher than Ji Feng's. The reason why he didn't practice the Formation Breaking Awl before was because the Lihuo Formation even had the Formation Breaking Awl. Now that the Nine Palace Formation is exposed, there is still half of it left. Just use it.

Here Ji Feng has become the weakest one. Needless to say, the bloody black tiger, even the dialect with a slightly lower cultivation base also has a bunch of spiritual pets, and one of them is the fourth-level queen bee beast. With Lihuo in hand, it is not an exaggeration to say that speaking in tongues is the strongest in melee combat.

Under such circumstances, Dialect Heihu did not object, and Ji Feng naturally did not dare to object. In fact, now that he was leaving, no one with high blood would object, but he was still reluctant to part with the possible treasures in the formation, so he stayed and wanted to share to something.

Soon, Xueshi practiced Ji Feng's formation-breaking awl sacrifice again, and stepped into the Jiugong formation first.

At this time, most of the Jiugong Formation had already been destroyed. Xue Da took a few steps and stopped, thought for a while, and then took a few steps to verify his thoughts with the Breaking Formation Awl in his hand from time to time.

In less than an hour, I heard Xue Da's mouth shout: "It's done."

The four of them came to a space, and there was a spring in the center, but it had already dried up. Four ditches extended from the spring to four directions, and at the end of each ditch was a small spiritual field, but it was empty inside. Nothing is left.

The few people were inevitably disappointed, they tried their best to get in but found nothing, the most disappointed was Ji Feng, who lost many magic weapons for no reason.

There is only a few tens of feet in size, and it can be seen in a few glances. It is true that there is nothing but four spiritual fields. The people who set up the formations introduced the spiritual fields, but for some reason they dried up, and these spiritual fields and the formations outside were also abandoned.

"Okay, since there is nothing here, let's go too." Xue Da was also a little disappointed.

"Bosses, wait a minute, this spiritual field doesn't seem to be an ordinary spiritual field." Ji Feng said at the side, and at some point he released the elephant-nosed dolphin, which was surrounding a spiritual field Turning around, it seems that there is something attracting it in the spiritual field.

"Five-color soil?" The bloody black tiger who noticed the elephant-nosed dolphin's movement also came to Lingtian, holding a handful of soil in his hand, inspected it carefully, and said in a low voice.

"Jifeng in dialect, you guys collect this five-color soil, and you can set up a high-quality spiritual field in the future. This is a rare five-color soil. Who is it that arranged the formation here? I don't care if such a precious thing is placed here. I don’t know what kind of spiritual grass was cultivated back then.” General Xue put the five-colored soil back into the spiritual field, and said leisurely.

Ji Feng also recognized the five-color soil, and as soon as Xue Da said it, he was busy collecting it.

"Five-color soil?" Dialect has heard of five-color soil, which is an excellent soil for cultivating spiritual grass. Although it is not as good as Taixi soil, it is also an extremely precious thing. "Blood boss, you don't need black tiger?" Dialect was a little puzzled asked.

"Brother Fang, who doesn't want the five-color soil, we have nothing to pack."

"The universe bag?" Fang Yan reached out and took out two universe bags. He still has several universe bags on his body. In the past, he didn't take any action to avoid being traced. Now that he has been thrown into the ghost cave, he is not afraid of these anymore.

"Oh, Brother Fang, do you have so many Qiankun bags on you?" Xue Daheihu turned out that the thing thrown by Dialect was a Qiankun bag at a glance. indivual.

"Let's make do with it first, the two bosses happen to have a piece of spiritual land each, so get out of here as soon as possible."

Hearing the words in dialect, the bloody black tiger didn't hesitate, and each went to a spiritual field to collect the five-color soil.

"Hey, there's another seed here." Dialect who was collecting the colorless soil suddenly found a withered yellow seed among them. He reached out and picked it up. Several people showed.

"I have it here too."

"I have it here too."

Each of the four people has a seed in their hands, which has different shapes and is not the same seed.

"It's almost a dead seed. There is only a trace of vitality left. It is impossible to survive. I don't know what kind of seed it is. It should not be a mortal seed that can be planted here. It's a pity." After checking the seeds on it, he said regretfully.

Dialect carefully felt the seeds in his hands. Sure enough, there was only a trace of vitality, and this trace of vitality was still dissipating. After it was taken out of the five-color soil, it would not take long for it to die completely.

"Boss Blood, is there no way to save this?"

"It's hard, even if it can be saved, it's not something we can do." Xue Da said.

Heihu on the side is even more straightforward: "Brother Fang, don't even think about it. If you can cultivate it, will you be left here? People who can arrange the Jiugonglihuo array and are willing to use five-color soil to decorate the spiritual field, At least it is a golden core cultivator, even if this kind of person has given up, ninety-nine out of ten have no hope."

"Oh." Dialect responded, but still put the seed in his hand into the five-color soil, and put it in his Qiankun bag.

Seeing Fang Yan's actions, Hei Hu threw the seed in his hand to Fang Yan: "Brother Fang, since you don't give up, I'll give you this one too."

"How good is this." Although it is a dead species, the things that can be taken out from here are definitely not ordinary, and the dialect does not want to take advantage of this.

"Brother Fang, let's go on, didn't you just give us a Qiankun bag, if it weren't for the Qiankun bag, these seeds even the five-color soil would be yours." Xue Da also threw his own seed to the dialect.

After listening to the dialect, he took two seeds helplessly and put them into the five-color soil that he had just collected. Seeing that Ji Feng wanted to throw the seeds to himself, he quickly waved his hands: "Fellow Daoist Ji Feng, no, I didn't give it to you." What did you do?"

"Fang Daoyou saved my life." Ji Feng knew in his heart that what Heihu said made sense, and he had checked it himself. It was a dead seed at all, and the life force in it was not much different from normal. Since Dialect wanted it, Happy to send this favor, he is really grateful to Dialect for saving his life.

"Okay, let's go." Xue Da said after collecting the five-color soil.

There was nothing here, and everyone naturally had no objections, and quickly left the Jiugong Formation, passed through the dark river, and returned to the ghost cave.

"Brother Fang, I don't know when we will meet again this time, and I don't know what plans I have in the future."

Standing at a fork in the road, Xue Da stopped and asked the dialect.

"Boss Xue, my dialect is a person who was betrayed by the sect. From now on, I will be a casual cultivator. I don't care where I go. What plans can I have?"

"Loose cultivator? What's wrong with casual cultivator? Boss Xue and I are also casual cultivators. This Ji Feng is probably also a casual cultivator. Loose cultivators are more comfortable." Hei Hu was a little dissatisfied when he heard the dialect.

"Boss Heihu said that there is nothing wrong with loose cultivation." Ji Feng also joined in.

"Well, brother Fang, I have always wanted to ask you a question. I have never been able to see how high your cultivation level is. The breath-holding technique you practice is too wonderful." Heihu said this , seems a little embarrassed, it is very impolite to inquire about other people's cultivation, no wonder Heihu, who has always been carefree, will show this kind of demeanor.

Even Xue Da on the side seemed to be very interested. The two of them thought that the cultivation of dialect was not high, because dialect's age was there, but dialect has many means, the most important thing is that it can force the foundation-building Dzogchen monk To the self-explosive void pill, but no matter how the two investigate, the cultivation base of the dialect is the tenth level of Qi Refining.

It was also when the parting was imminent that Hei Hu couldn't hold back and opened his mouth.

"Bosses, younger brother, I am at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and I have just broken through. A few days ago, I was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)