Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 691 Returning to the Sect

"Isn't it just another Demon Lord here?" Zhan Emperor said to himself after observing for a while.

The soul Taoist also noticed this very violent fluctuation, and the two ancestors who had been here for a long time immediately realized that the demon who hadn't appeared for a long time was attacking again. It's been a month, but the two of them are still not sure whether it is another Demon Lord coming.

"It's okay even the Demon Lord. As long as they stop for three or two days, they should arrive. We still have things to do after sending them off early." After a pause, the Zhan Emperor said in a deep voice, and then he urged the kung fu to escape outside. out.

The soul Taoist also understood what the Emperor Zhan said. After getting the fairy breath, the soul Taoist himself wanted to practice and improve as soon as possible, and he also flew out after the Emperor Zhan. Before leaving, a voice came out. Dialect: "Dialect, there is a demon coming, so you don't want to stay here anymore, it's better to go back to Moyuan Ridge to retreat for a while."

It wasn't until the two ancestors left one after another that Fang Yan finally felt relieved, stood up with a tired expression, and fled outside.

A while later, Dialect came to the place where the members of the Tianxing Sect were stationed. Several core distracted monks were no longer here, and the rest of the same sect were also on full alert.

"Fang Yan, what's the matter with you." As soon as Fang Yan fell down, the fellow disciples around him noticed his sluggish expression, and Xi Yan, who was most familiar with him, immediately asked with concern.

"He's a little tired." He didn't need to think too much about Xiyan's greetings as he did when he was facing Zhandi. Dialect knew that he really cared about himself.

"Fang Yan, you can't hunt the devil in such a situation, go back to Moyuan Ridge to recover for a few days." Lin Rushi also said to Fang Yan.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lin, for your concern. I also have this plan." Fang Yan thanked him in a low voice. He was very clear about his situation. Being contaminated by the filthy devilish energy and affecting his consciousness and soul, it was only a strong support at the moment, and he could give full play to it. His strength is less than one-third of what he was when he was consummated, so he is really not suitable to fight the devil again, and if he stays, he will drag down his fellow disciples.

He clasped his fists and saluted the fellow disciples who showed concern around him. When he saw Da Xilu who turned his back to talk to others, he didn't pay attention to the dialect. He just sighed inwardly and was narrow-minded. Heading towards the ridge.

As soon as he escaped from the formation, Fang Yan noticed a fluctuation in his Jade Talisman of Communication. He didn't investigate and knew that it should be the attack of the devil. Then he saw a group of monks flying down from Moyuan Ridge , the Nascent Soul monks of the inner sect of the Tianxing Sect were also among them, and they did not stop after a face-to-face meeting, and flew up to the mountains.

After entering the secret room and setting up a defensive formation, he gave a few instructions to Daoist Hu, and dialect scanned the Jade Talisman of Communication for a while, then threw it back, swallowed two elixirs, and sat down cross-legged.

Whether it is to explore the newly-appeared portal in the Qiankun Pot, or to refine and absorb the supreme aura in the Primordial Stone, or to kill the devil again, you need to recover your soul damage first. .

Two days later, Fang Yan was slightly startled and woke up from his practice. There were several powerful auras passing by outside the stone room, and he left again after a moment, heading towards the large formation under Moyuan Ridge. Aware of the strong distraction breath, it should be the other late-stage ancestors of the distraction that Emperor Zhan was talking about, but I don't know why they came so quickly, and I don't know if the ancestors of the Tianxing Sect are also among them.

A few thoughts flashed in Fang Yan's mind, but his body did not move a bit. After the aura disappeared, Fang Yan put away his attention and activated the exercises to refine the pill power again. The recovery of the soul is more difficult than mana power Many, without a few months of hard work, it will never be as perfect as before.

Dialect regained his soul on Moyuan Ridge, but there was another wave of waves in the formation. Although it was not as the Emperor Zhan expected, another Demon Lord distractedly invaded, but it was not much worse. Dozens of high-level Demon Emperors Leading a large number of low-level demon heads, they are rushing back and forth in the large formation at this moment, and the target is faintly in the direction of Tongling Peak.

However, this time the cultivator's strength is far greater than the previous encounter with the demon king's avatar. There is not much difference between the monks in the middle stage of distraction, but there are a few more ancestors in the late stage of distraction. After killing them all, the ancestors of the remaining low-level demons are no longer interested, leaving it to many younger generations who are distracted and even Yuanying disciples. Outside Tongling Peak.

The dialect who was refining the alchemy suddenly stopped the exercise, his expression froze, and a horrified expression appeared on his face. Without the slightest hesitation, he activated the star burial robe in an instant, and several spirits had already condensed in his hand. Ray blasted out.

Dialect who opened his eyes did not wait for the sound of Linglei blasting away, but instead heard a few hearty laughter.

No wonder Fang Yan was so terrified, without him noticing, a monk had entered the stone room and stood in front of him, even if the other party didn't make a move, it was enough to make Fang Yan tremble with fear.

Hearing the laughter, Fang Yan's expression relaxed, and he immediately melted away the spirit thunder in his hand, then raised his eyes and looked in front of him, then cupped his hands and said, "Fang Yan has seen Patriarch Yunshang."

There was a bit of resentment in his tone, and it would be hard for anyone to be in a good mood if he was so frightened, but it was because the dialect was familiar with the habits of the Tianxing Sect, and it was not the first time he met Taoist Yunshang, so the dialect was so obvious.

As expected, Taoist Yunshang ignored the resentment in the dialect, and just scanned up and down. After a while, Taoist Yunshang laughed again: "Not bad, not bad, it can actually convince the monks in the late stage of distraction, but it's embarrassing for my Tianxing sect. Haha, that’s right, dialect, show off your formation cultivation, what kind of method actually makes the soul Taoist full of praise.”

At this moment, Taoist Yunshang seemed to have turned into a Taoist Jianxing who was more familiar with the dialect, and he felt a bit indifferent.

"Old Ancestor Yunshang, pardon the dialect is powerless." Fang Yan said angrily. He was extremely exhausted at first, but after recovering for two and a half days, he forced himself to activate the star burial robe and spirit thunder. The day's effort was in vain.

"En? Isn't it just a little bit of magical attack? How could it be like this." At this moment, Taoist Yun Shang discovered the situation of Fang Yan, his expression was sluggish, he put away the previous joke, and carefully probed Fang Yan's body.

After a while, Taoist Yunshang said to himself: "No wonder the two old men, Taoist Soul and Zhandi, specifically mentioned a junior Nascent Soul in dialect. It turned out that they both suffered such injuries under the protection of both of them. I have to go Talk to them, the younger generation will help restore the formation, a late stage distraction, and a Seven Tribulations Loose Immortal can't protect it completely."

Hearing Taoist Yunshang's words, the dialect said: "Ancestor Yunshang, the power of that aura is even stronger than the power of the blood beard back then. It is the credit of the two seniors that this junior can save his life. Regarding the law, the two seniors have already given the junior a reward."

"Oh, they didn't say that, show me what they gave you."

Hearing Taoist Yunshang's words, Fang Yan took out the Primordial Stone that he had sealed in the jade box without any hesitation, and handed it to Taoist Yunshang.

The dialect of the door in his Qiankun Pot does not want to be revealed in front of others, but the stone of primordial spirit does not matter. Although the ancestors in the later stage of distraction would not give themselves a piece of the same supreme aura for nothing, they would not be able to get it from a younger generation. Robbery, if he was distracted by the early brother, Fang Yan would not be so relieved.

"Ah? It's such a stone of grandmist. It seems that you have done more than I expected. Even within the sect, there is no great contribution. An inner sect distracted cultivator wants to get such a I don’t know how much effort it takes to get a supreme spirit stone, but I didn’t expect you, a Nascent Soul cultivator, to get one so easily.” Opening the jade box and exploring it for a while, Taoist Yun Shang was a little surprised, and after sweeping the tower, he He closed the jade box and threw it back to Dialect.

"Since this is the case, don't bother them. You are not in a good condition now. Why don't you come back to the sect with me? With this stone of primordial spirit, returning to the sect to retreat for a hundred years is not enough for you to break through Distraction is enough to reach Nascent Soul Dzogchen."

"Isn't it time for a hundred years?"

"It doesn't matter if I take you with me."

(End of this chapter)