Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 687

"Thank you for your help, senior." Ding Xia's dialect sensed the defensive shield outside, and he understood it in his heart. He immediately bowed his hands and thanked Zhandi, but the shock on his face had not dissipated.

Zhandi waved his hand: "This is not our credit, you can handle it by yourself." After finishing speaking, he put away his defensive shield, sat cross-legged on one side, and ignored the dialect.

There is nothing strange in the dialect of the behavior of such a master. Thinking back then, a Nascent Soul cultivator had many tempers, not to mention these great monks in the late stage of distraction.

The seemingly calm dialect was actually not so calm. If someone looked directly into his eyes, one could see unconcealable horror flashing from time to time, but was forcibly suppressed by the dialect.

It wasn't that ray of magic that frightened the dialect. Although that ray of magic was also extremely powerful, the magic that was revealed when the Demon Lord's clone and the Blood Emperor became demons would not be much weaker than this one.

Although the dialect of the condensed rune didn't turn around, it felt the whole body carefully. The two ancestors didn't care too much about themselves. Don't they know that there is such a monster among them?Or maybe they don't care?

It shouldn't be that he doesn't care. Back then, the blood emperor's power was far inferior to what he had just seen, which caused chaos in Xuanlan's domain. Now this monster is even more powerful than the blood emperor's original power. Just one look, it almost makes Fang Yan's mind Falling into it, if he hadn't been successful in cultivating the Star Power Quintessential Art now, he might have fallen into the demon in just a moment. If Zhan Emperor Soul Daoist knew that there was such a monster in it, he would definitely not be as safe as he is now, at least not just the two of them Stay here.

"Don't they really know?" Fang Yan had an unbelievable guess in his heart. He was just a Nascent Soul cultivator, and those two were the supreme existences in the late stage of distraction.

After a while, Fang Yan put his mind on his runes. If it was as he had guessed, it might be because of the runes he condensed or the Qiankun Pot. Now the Qiankun Pot does not fluctuate too much, the biggest possibility is undoubtedly It is a formation rune.

Just after the dialect condensed the rune and shot it into the formation, he discovered the gap in the formation. The dialect who found the gap was just habitually exploring it, but unexpectedly saw a scene that horrified him, and even more so. It is to induce a little fluctuation and emit a ray of magic.

With the attack of magic just now, Dialect didn't dare to be careless, and before encountering danger again, he urged the evil spirit to protect the sea of ​​mind and consciousness, and then penetrated the consciousness into the formation along with the runes middle.

What surprised Fang Yan was that after he penetrated his divine sense this time, the cracks in the formation were still there, but there was chaos inside, and he didn't see anything.

what happened?Dialect suddenly turned his mind, he saw that scene just now without doing anything special, why is it like this this time?General urged the hand formula, while carefully recalling every detail of what he had experienced just now, at the moment when dialect attached the divine consciousness to the rune he condensed, and entered the crack into the formation along with it, Dialect's expression lifted, and the evil spirits around him suddenly moved again. Needless to say, he was attacked by magic again, but this time, Dialect didn't stop like before, and he kept urging Dao Dao Talisman between his hands arts.

The two ancestors, Soul Taoist and Zhandi, naturally didn't know that Dialect beside him had turned so many thoughts in a short moment, seeing the scene where Dialect was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of a well rope, which urged the evil spirits and thunder , just smiled indifferently, at this moment, when he sensed that the lightning fluctuations on Dialect's body flashed again, and at the same time a trace of magic appeared, the two ancestors did not attack like last time. Even if the cultivation base is lower, it is enough to resist a little magic.

"It turned out to be like this. You can only sense it if you integrate your spiritual consciousness into the formation." The previous scene flashed again in dialect's spiritual consciousness, but the soul Taoist can do it in this way, but why? But he didn't seem to find the monster in it?Could it be because his condensed runes are different from his?Dialect was suspicious in his heart, and at the same time, his spiritual consciousness explored the place where the magic emanated from the crack.

The last time I suddenly discovered that the dialect was attacked by magic, but I didn't see clearly what happened. This time, I made enough preparations, and the dialect was still shocked. After the crack, it was like the legendary endless hell, with violence, killing, chaos, Evil, blasphemy, and all kinds of dark and chaotic auras filled the entire space, as if sensing the prying of the dialect, these auras rushed towards the direction of the dialect's spiritual consciousness in an instant.

Already aware of another magical intrusion into the dialect of my mind, sensing so many chaotic breaths coming, my heart was shocked, and the moment I was about to withdraw my consciousness, I found that these breaths could not go beyond the thunder pool. The moment they arrived at the formation, they all disappeared in smoke, and only a little magic could escape from it.

After a lot of peace of mind, Fang Yan didn't take back his consciousness, still attached to his rune, observing the scene behind the crack, after a while, through the chaotic breath, Fang Yan saw a big mountain, a bloody mountain, There are faint fluctuations.

Slowly probing, Fang Yan found that these messy auras did not seem to be urged by someone, but rather emanating from the bloody mountain naturally. The more he observed, the more frightened he was. The place can be compared with here, if there is no such a big formation, this bloody mountain will have much power.

After a while, Fang Yan felt even more surprised and suspicious. Although he was in a trance and difficult to distinguish, the messy atmosphere would fade a bit after a while, and the bloody mountain would become clearer. After a few times, Fang Yan suddenly discovered that where is the What a big mountain, it is clearly a huge mountain of flesh and blood. It is more appropriate to say that the fluctuations I just saw are squirming.

The dialect who once stayed in the Dark Demon Realm quickly saw the origin of this mountain of flesh and blood, but he couldn't believe it. This mass of flesh and blood was clearly the flesh and blood of the demon race. It was just what kind of devil would have such a mountain of flesh and blood. What kind of devil's flesh and blood can have such power, just the power of magic that is unintentionally exuded can be compared to the blood emperor's enchantment, or even higher, the blood emperor is enchanted by the late stage of distraction, and the enchantment is The level of the demon king is actually inferior to this mass of flesh and blood.

Fang Yan is also interested in this group of monsters, but he took the risk to probe into it again with his spiritual sense, but he did not come for it. After scanning for a while with his spiritual sense again, Fang Yan scanned around, trying to find what he was looking for thing.

At the same time as the first magical attack before, Fang Yan also noticed another power, and it was that power that attracted Fang Yan, to be precise, it was attracting the universe pot in Fang Yan's body.

Soon Dialect found above the mountain of flesh and blood, a faint light would flash from time to time in the gray chaos, sweeping across this mass of flesh and blood, every time it swept over, the chaotic atmosphere in this space would become much weaker, It will take a while to recover.

"No wonder, it is said that such a mass of devil's flesh and blood will definitely produce a mind and turn into a real devil, but now it seems that it is because of the rays of light, but it seems that this light and this mass of flesh and blood can only hold each other, but they can't turn it into a real devil. Completely obliterated."

Realizing that he had consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness, Fang Yan immediately threw two pills into his mouth, but he did not take back his spiritual consciousness. The things that can make the Qiankun pot sense the attraction must not be mortal things. When he succeeded, he was much more picky, and he rarely took the initiative to absorb power. When he sensed that the Qiankun Pot had an unknown connection with Tong Lingfeng, Fang Yan came here to investigate. Thinking of finding the source of the connection now.

Now it seems that it is the light that flashes from time to time that makes the Qiankun Pot change. What is this light is not as easy to detect as the ball of flesh and blood. It is fleeting, and the dialect that is far away can only detect it There is a sense of ingenuity, mistyness, and elusiveness.

Today's dialect is no longer the reckless young man of the past, not to mention the chaotic breath and pure magic emanating from the mountain of flesh and blood, but the existence of the two distracted later stages beside him, dialect will not act rashly, dialect at this moment He just kept condensing the runes, filling up the gap in the formation with the soul Taoist, and at the same time exploring the mountain of flesh and blood behind the crack with the spiritual light.

(End of this chapter)