Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 751

With the movement of the crowd, the shock in Dialect's heart was even greater after some searching. I heard Wu Chanming mentioned that there are distracted monks who see through the illusion and return to reality, but they did not expect so many. The number of these monks in front of them There are more than 100 of them, and many of them exude mid-stage aura of distraction. Although they are not as good as those of a big sect like Tianxingzong, they are not much different.

What surprised the dialect is that Wu Chanming mentioned earlier that none of the current monks of the Wu family has practiced the Vatican Jue to a high level, but among the many distracted monks in front of them, there are many physical body condensed, far as Today's self is much more domineering, and he can't help but have a little more doubts in his heart.

Wu Chanming didn't ask what Fang Yan was thinking, but when he heard the monk's words just now, he immediately said: "Xing Yun, he is indeed good, I am here this time to let him enter the mysterious realm of Wu Practice once."

"A disciple of the Tianxing Sect's Nascent Soul? About to break through the distraction? The third level of the Holy Art? That's okay, although his cultivation base is a little low, it's hard to say what will happen in the future. Just take him in, but with his current strength, he may not be able to How long will you hold on, if you can really break through, it will be a little more possible." The hoarse voice of the monk called Xingyun started again, and after he finished speaking, he withdrew his eyesight and activated the exercises again, and many other monks seemed to use it The Taoist Xingyun is respected, after hearing the words, he also withdrew his attention after scanning.

Not all the monks withdrew their spiritual sense to scan. At the end, there were still a few eyes on Fang Yan. Fang Yan noticed that the aura revealed by the owner of the last few eyes seemed to be similar to that of Wu Chanming beside him and many people around him. The monks of the Witch Clan are slightly different, but it is difficult to discern where these differences lie in the dialect for a while.

The owner of these gazes didn't say anything, and Wu Chanming at the side didn't say much, just shouted at the dialect: "Follow me."

Once you come, you will be at peace, Fang Yan no longer thinks about it, and follows Wu Chanming towards the deeper part of the hall. Not long after, Wu Chanming brings dialect into a portal deep in the hall, and then passes through a formation channel, finally stopped.

Dialect has already noticed that this place is similar to many secret realms of sects, and the flow of time has accelerated a lot, but the surrounding area is not the aura of heaven and earth, let alone the aura of supreme aura, but the thick gray mist, just like before in the teleportation formation. From the outside, it is the Wu Miasma mentioned by Wu Chanming earlier, but the air here is obviously much richer and more pure.

Dialect could immediately sense that if he could practice here for a while, his body training skills would definitely improve a lot. The energy contained in these gray mist was no less than the black aura in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch. Those black auras are a bit more pure, and there is no murderous aura in them, but it is somewhat difficult to break through the current third floor with only these auras.

After Wu Chanming and other dialects searched around, he said: "Fangyan, this is the secret cultivation realm of my Wu clan, the mysterious realm of witchcraft. You can sense the breath of the realm of the Buddhist scriptures when you activate the holy formula. Let's go down there and practice, and if it goes well, when we come out, the Fanjue body training technique will be able to break through the current rank and enter the fourth floor."

Hearing Wu Chanming's words, Fang Yan's heart came to a sudden, so it turned out that the place where he wanted to come to the Buddhist scriptures was the place to practice the Buddhist scriptures, but he remembered the previous question, and dialect asked: "Brother Wu, what happened outside before?" I have seen that many seniors are better than me physically, plus their cultivation base, why don't you seniors go to the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch?"

"You don't know the dialect. My monks of the Wu clan can sense the breath of the Wuzu's barren tomb, but it is difficult to penetrate into it. At least, the soul will be injured, and at the worst, it will directly fall into it. The clansmen have thought of other methods, but their method is not the right way, so let’s not talk about it.”

Fang Yan was about to open his mouth to ask more details, but he heard a familiar voice coming from the front: "I have seen Master."

At the beginning, it was still far away, but when the voice fell, it had already come to the front, followed by the voice, and there was another figure, it was the great distracted monk who had encountered dialect in the space of the Taoist formation, The one with a giant scorpion tattoo on his face had guessed that he and Wu Chanming were in a master-student relationship, but now it has been confirmed.

"Excuse me." Wu Chanming waved her hand casually and said.

"Master, this is the Tianxing sect dialect that you often mention, right? Friends of the dialect, we meet again." The visitor said to the dialect again.

"Have you seen it?" Wu Chanming asked slightly surprised.

"Yes, when I went out last time, I happened to meet this dialect friend. If it wasn't for the dialect friend, I would have hardly gained such a big gain." Flashing, a phantom flashed out after an instant.

Fang Yan had fought with this phantom before, but now he found that it had only been more than a year, and the aura of this giant scorpion was a bit stronger than before. Hearing his words again, he suddenly understood a little bit, but he still had doubts : The effect of Taoism Shenmu is so strong?

"Wu Shiba, have you ignored my words? You have cultivated the witch spirit so strong that you are not afraid of the witch spirit devouring your soul in the future?" Wu Chanming also noticed the change and improvement of the phantom in front of her disciple, but He didn't feel happy at all, instead he scolded sternly.

"Master, even if Soul Eater is really in the future, at least there is a way for now. Are we going to keep hundreds of thousands of people trapped in the illusion?" Wu Shiba said loudly without flinching.

For a while, Fang Yan looked at the master and apprentice in surprise. Although he spoke only a few words, he heard some clues. It seemed that they were all about rescuing the many Wu clansmen who were trapped in the illusion. With differences, it seems that the difference between the two masters and apprentices is also because of this phantom tattoo?Soul eater?Could it be that there is some uncontrollable hidden danger in this phantom tattoo?

At the moment when he was trying to figure out what was going on with the phantom tattoo, Fang Yan suddenly thought of something. Just now in the hall, the owner of the last few eyes that scanned him showed the same aura as the Wu Shiba in front of him now. Similarly, those people were similar to Wu Shiba in front of him, they all had the aura of phantom tattoos on their bodies. Without this kind of aura, it seems that only a few people in the Wu Clan can practice this soul-eating phantom tattoo method.

"Eighteenth, Wu Ling is the means for my Wu Clan to cultivate Wu slaves... Forget it, I have already told you what I should say, I just hope you don't fall into too deep and cannot extricate yourself." Halfway through, Wu Chan Ming seemed to feel that his words were useless, so he stopped talking, and the sense of loss was evident in his tone.

"Master, when my witch tribe was tyrannical, it was normal not to use this kind of method. Now it is different from the past. You have to try it to find out. Even if it really doesn't work, eighteen will have no regrets." It was as loud as before, but the tone was much firmer.

"Forget it, Eighteen, since you have met and cooperated with Fang Yan before, it is up to you to lead Fang Yan into the realm of the Vatican Jue. Fang Yan, just send me a message if you have anything to do. As for leaving here, just Urge the rune on your body to sense the passageway to go out." After finishing speaking, Wu Chanming waved his hand and retreated, leaving only Dialect and Wu 18 in the secret realm.

"Fellow Daoist in dialect, my poor Wu Shiba, I never expected to see fellow Daoist again so soon." Seeing his master leaving, Wu Shiba was not as excited as before, and said calmly to Fangyan.

Although there was a deal back then, in fact, there was no friendship at all. On the contrary, there was a lot of grievances. Hearing Wu Shiba's tone, Dialect also cupped his hands and said, "I really didn't expect it to be so fast, and I also want to congratulate you for your great strength! .”

"I won't say anything extra. The reason why I came to you today is not to reminisce about the old days. I want to make another deal with you. As long as you take out a tree of Dao Shenmu, I can pay double the price of last time." Here you are." Wu Shiba obviously had no intention of greeting the dialect, but in the second sentence, he expressed his request.

(End of this chapter)