Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 803 Finally Distracted
Before the words fell, Fang Yan discovered the sword light mentioned by Taoist Jian Xing. To be precise, it was not the sword light that was discovered, but a trace of a change in the aura of the catastrophe. An imperceptible light flickered.

"Are you trying to snatch the source of thunder from me?" Fang Yan shouted, and then urged his figure to fly towards a place, and at the same time, a mighty exercise had already enveloped him.

Where is the sword light, at most it is a sword-shaped light, without the slightest breath of flying swords, and without the slightest breath of killing. At this time, this light was not obliterated by the surrounding distraction as expected by the dialect. On the chain of lightning, if it weren't for the dialect's keen insight into the fluctuations of the lightning element, it would be difficult to detect that it is actually absorbing the source of thunder.

Up to now, Dialect has not missed one of the flashes of the source of thunder. If it is not for the source of thunder, it is just to fight against the catastrophe of distraction. The presence.

If this wave of lightning chains had just been produced, at the beginning of this wave of attacks, the lack of time to take care of all the dialects might have allowed this light to take advantage of loopholes. Now that more than half of it has been collected, only the last lightning chain is left. It can make him wish, but in an instant, Dialect has activated the kung fu technique to trap this ray of light and the last lightning chain in it, and at the same time has activated the kung fu technique to obliterate the will of heaven in the chain.

This time, Dialect didn't wipe out all the will of Heavenly Tribulation, so he stopped, in order not to let the next wave of Heavenly Tribulation fall quickly, so that he could free up his hands to collect the original breath of thunder in the current chain , Of course, this sudden light must also be wiped out.

Soon Fang Yan realized that this light was not as easy to deal with as he expected, and even if he was shrouded in his own power, he was still very active, no less than his flickering in the thunder.

"No matter what the source is, it is impossible to compete with me for the source of thunder." I found that I couldn't kill this ray of light for a while, and the dialect was no longer long-winded, otherwise I would have to keep suppressing the still-recovering Will of Heavenly Tribulation, For no reason, let yourself do more consumption, and the remaining waves of catastrophe and thunder are getting stronger every time, but you can't relax just because the current situation is going well.

Re-wiping out most of the will that had just recovered a little, and then put the entire chain of thunder chains that still had a little breath of will into his body. Holding it in his hand, regardless of the will of the heavenly catastrophe raging in his body, the dialect divine thoughts that pushed the Fanjue body training to the extreme moved slightly, and several kung fu techniques rushed towards the sword-shaped light.

After a short while, there was a crackling sound, and the rays of light spread out and turned into countless bright spots, no longer as agile as before.

"En?" At this moment, Fang Yan's expression was delighted, and he realized the extraordinaryness of this ray of light. He didn't know where to absorb it before, but at this moment, he was blasted away by himself, revealing the original breath of thunder that far surpassed what it just absorbed. .

Seeing such a scene, how can the dialect be the slightest bit polite, even if the countless bright spots around him are all absorbed into the body, but in an instant, the source of thunder contained in it is fully integrated into the source of thunder in his original Nascent Soul, Just like that, Fang Yan immediately realized that his source of thunder had grown several times.

"Haha, God help me too." Sensing that another wave of tribulation thunder was about to fall, Fang Yan didn't immediately start to deal with the will of the catastrophe that was still raging in his body, but laughed out loud, full of joy.

After another wave of thunder light fluctuations, Taoist Sword Star, who was outside the aura of the catastrophe, knew that the dialect had successfully met another thunderstorm, and was one point closer to successfully crossing the catastrophe. A Yazi beast escaped from the vortex of the thunder tribulation, and said secretly: "It's finally over. If at the last moment, there are still these monsters making trouble, it will inevitably cause problems."

Taoist Jian Xing only thought that the Yazi beasts among them had finally retreated, but he didn't know that the remaining Yazi beasts were all wiped out by the dialect through this wave of tribulation thunder. The energy was also increased several times, even if a few tyrannical Yazi beasts sensed something was wrong and wanted to run away desperately, they had already lost their chance for a long time.

The lightning fluctuations that flashed from time to time under the vortex became more and more powerful. Taoist Taiyu and the Nascent Soul monks who had only watched others cross the catastrophe also knew that Brother Dialect had reached the last few waves of crossing the catastrophe, which was also the most dangerous moment. It was a bit dignified, and Taoist Jian Xing had already been staring intently at the whirlpool that was spinning farther and farther away, planning to rush into it if there was a slight change. Taoist Long Xian also showed the same concern, but From time to time, there would be a trace of strangeness in his expression.

Taoist Jian Xing, who has been startled since the beginning of searching for traces of dialects, has gradually become a little numb now. Even the eighth-level Yazi beasts appearing in front of him from time to time, he has become much calmer, but at this moment Within a quarter of an hour, Taoist Jian Xing flashed a look of surprise on his face again. Just as he was paying attention, the Great Tribulation Fluctuation suddenly accelerated a bit, but within a quarter of an hour, it flashed three times in a row.

Did the three waves of tribulation thunder pass so easily?These are not the first three strikes at the beginning, but the last few thunderstorms that are nearing the end and extremely powerful. How did the dialect do it?A great doubt flashed in Taoist Jianxing's heart. Seeing that the vortex of thunder light suddenly became fast, it shrank to less than one percent of its original size in an instant. This is clearly the scene of the last thunderstorm.

The last tribulation thunder is also the most powerful one. If it passes, it will be a distraction. If it cannot pass, it will be a failure. At this moment, it is not like giving up at the beginning and there is still a way out. Failure is a real failure, it is a fluke If there is no direct fall, Dao Foundation will definitely be completely destroyed, and there is no second possibility.

Could it be that the last Jielei dialect can be passed with a wave of hands like the previous few times?If this is the case, genius is no longer enough to explain the qualifications of the dialect. This is already an existence that is almost against the sky. After a while, the Taoist Jian Xing opened his mouth wide and had to sneer, "Are you really a monster?"

Is this still a distraction?Even the cataclysm of distraction that the Nascent Soul breaks through shouldn't be easy, right? The last wave of catastrophe, even a mid-stage cultivator of distraction, would have to go all out to take over it, but it happened again in a short while. The fluctuations disappeared, the vortex finally dissipated, and the previous appearance was restored in the Thunder Falling Abyss, and the thunder light was everywhere. After experiencing the previous scene, it was Taoist Taiyu who sensed these thunder lights again. It felt a little bit like this.

The vortex dissipated, and without the cover of the Heavenly Tribulation, everyone also saw the faint figure in front of them through the thunder light, very tall and straight, and Taoist Jian Xing clearly saw the expression of the dialect, and a slightly moving aura in front of him The pill furnace, and a ray of light suddenly disappeared, but Taoist Jian Xing didn't see what it was, but seeing the precious expression when Fang Yan put away the radiance, Taoist Jian Xing also knew that the ray of light was definitely not What mortal thing may be the key to his survival of the catastrophe.

"Thank you, Senior Jian Xing, thank you all junior brothers." After a few breaths, Fang Yan also put away the alchemy furnace, flashed up to several fellow disciples and bowed his hands to express his thanks, but intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't mention Daoist Long Xian.

Taoist Jian Xing didn't pay any attention to it, he just probed up and down the dialect, yes, the breath of distraction, the fake breath of distraction, although the dialect is a bit tired, it is far from the weakness of others who have gone through the catastrophe of distraction, as if In the process of crossing the catastrophe, the realm of the dialect has been consolidated for the most part, and the current fatigue is just the result of dealing with the catastrophe.

"Okay, okay, haha, dialect, there is no need to be polite, I will protect the Dharma for you, first practice to stabilize the realm, and then we will return to the sect, and you will be able to completely consolidate after a few years of retreat."

Taoist Jian Xing said immediately without concealing his joy.

Dialect was about to answer, when suddenly his expression changed, and his eyes glanced into the distance.

(End of this chapter)