Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 804

Taoist Jianxing was taken aback by Fangyan's actions, and followed his gaze, but found nothing unusual, except for the thunder that filled the sky, there was no slight fluctuation. Taoist Jianxing was about to speak, when his expression suddenly moved slightly.

At this moment, a slight fluctuation flashed in the direction of dialect's gaze, and then a figure flashed out, followed by a flat voice: "Hand over the source of thunder, and spare you."

"The origin of thunder? Who are you?" Hearing the words of the visitor, Fang Yan asked coldly, but he guessed the origin of the other party in his heart. It should be related to the origin of thunder that he collected earlier, but even so, so what, could it be You can only grab my things, but not let me grab yours?There is no such reason in the world of self-cultivation.

Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, Taoist Jian Xing immediately had an unbelievable thought in his heart. He didn't even have the slightest sense before, but Fang Yan discovered the other party early. Could it be that the dialect's spiritual consciousness is so strong?He has just broken through distraction, and he hasn't even fully consolidated his realm.

It's just that this is not the time to delve into it. Hearing the unceremonious words of the visitor and the questioning words of the dialect, Taoist Jian Xing's expression froze, he took a step forward, and caged several younger disciples behind him: "Back up the dialect, the dragon Xian, take care of the juniors."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Jian Xing activated his skills slightly, then squinted his eyes and looked at the uninvited stranger. The visitor was ordinary, without any aura to speak of, without the slightest aura of a master, or even a trace of mana. Fluctuation is more like the most ordinary mortal.

It’s just where is this place, the ancient desolate battlefield is deep in the thunder abyss, not to mention ordinary mortals, even Nascent Soul cultivators, except for some perverted people like dialects, few can reach here alone, Taoist Sword Star understands in his heart, The opponent's strength is definitely not low, not even inferior to his own, it's just that he has restrained his breath and hasn't shown it.

"Who are you?" Taoist Jian Xing sized him up slightly, and then asked him with a shout.

Hearing Taoist Jianxing's words, the visitor didn't pay much attention to it, just glanced at Taoist Jianxing slightly, and said slightly: "You can't protect him, let him hand over the source of thunder, otherwise don't blame me for being rude .”

"Haha, I didn't expect there to be such a madman in Xuanlan's domain. I want to see what ability you have to say such words. You all form an array to protect yourself." Daoist Jian Xing became angry and shouted.

If the other party is at the same level as Dialect, Taoist Sword Star will only think that the other party is lonely and arrogant, and may not pay attention to it, and let Dialect deal with it. This is not the case at present, this man's cultivation is not inferior to his own, far surpassing the dialect of Yuanying's cultivation just a moment ago.

Who is Sword Star Taoist, the best among the core disciples of Tianxingzong, what kind of sect is Tianxingzong, a prominent existence that has been passed down for generations, no one in the Xuanlan domain dares to say such a threat in front of Sword Star Taoist The words of a few ancestors are not enough, but now a strange monk has done such a thing.

The Taoist Sword Star, who was shouting angrily, had already activated a beam of sword light towards the opponent, and the mid-stage cultivator who was distracted made a move. Although it was just a sword light to test and kill, the power was extraordinary. The power is no less than a peak strike from a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Seeing Taoist Jianxing's actions, the man's expression remained the same, he just waved his palm, and slapped away the sword light, and at the same time there was a light voice: "I don't know what to do."

At this moment, Taoist Jian Xing was no longer as angry as before, and his expression became more dignified. On the contrary, if he lifts such a heavy weight and slaps his own sword light lightly, his strength is no longer as good as he judged before. Above me, it's just that when such a person appeared in Xuanlan's domain, he didn't even hear about himself, the core disciple of the Tianxingzong, which made Taoist Jianxing a little more suspicious.

After a short pause, Taoist Jian Xing stopped making tentative moves, and immediately urged the flying sword to attack and kill, the real power of the monks in the middle stage of distraction flashed out immediately, and in an instant, the thunder around him was startled by the violent fluctuations Waves spread outward.

Several people in dialect have already formed the Tianxingzong Zhoutian Xingdou big formation to protect them, watching the two seniors fighting in front of them with concern, they have absolute confidence in Jianxing Daoist, only a moment later , Several people also had serious expressions on their faces, that strange monk who was not visible, was on par with Taoist Jian Xing, and even had the upper hand in a faint way.

This is the power of a monk above distraction. Even if a few people have already formed the largest defensive formation of the Tianxing Sect, the Zhoutian Star Dou formation, it is difficult to resist several consecutive waves of shocks. In an instant, they were pushed back It was more than a few thousand feet long, and a few Nascent Soul monks with slightly lower cultivation bases even felt a little dizzy.

"Fang Yan, how did you provoke such a person." Daoist Long Xian, who had regained his control of the formation, suddenly asked Fang Yan, with a questioning tone in his tone.

I don't know if I heard Long Xian's question, Fang Yan didn't answer at all, and didn't look back, but squinted and stared at the two fighters in front of him.

"You?" Daoist Long Xian yelled angrily when he noticed Fang Yan's ignorance, but he didn't find it boring to ask any more, his eyes showed some stern gazes, if gazes could kill people, Fang Yan would have been directly beheaded.

It’s just that Taoist Long Xian can only do this at the moment. At the beginning, the dialect was still Yuanying’s cultivation base and he was not afraid of the coercion of him and Taoist Xiang Fei and the distracted monks. In the midst of leaving, Dialect has stepped into distraction now, and he is already standing at the same height, and it is even more impossible to rely on cultivation base coercion. In the end, he could only mutter: "I really thought I could see what was wrong. I can’t even see what’s going on, you’re just a monk who just broke through distraction, hum.”

In fact, Fang Yan heard Taoist Long Xian's words, but he just had no intention of answering. At this moment, Fang Yan is paying attention to the battle between Taoist Jianxing and that person. After stepping into distraction, Fang Yan has a new understanding of everything, and can Knowing the fighting skills of senior figures like sword stars and Taoists just allows Fang Yan to confirm his various perceptions in the previous catastrophe, which is of great benefit to Fang Yan's own future cultivation. Xian Daoist, a fellow student who once oppressed him, didn't like it, even if it was someone else, as long as it was not an emergency, he would not be distracted to answer in dialect.

Taoist Long Xian muttered to himself, but he didn't know that the strength of dialect was beyond his ability to guess. Perhaps in other places, dialect, a new distracted monk, could be measured by ordinary people's level, but in this abyss of thunder, the surrounding sky was full of thunder. It is the eyes and ears of the dialect. The dialect can not only detect the battle between the sword star Taoist and the unknown monk, but it is even clearer than everyone imagined.

Through the ubiquitous thunder light around him, Fang Yan could see the fighting situation of the two senior masters in his eyes. What made Fang Yan feel a little weird was that the skills activated by the strange monk were as ordinary as his own, but they coincided with each other. God, for a while, Dialect found that it was difficult for him to find out.

However, the various exercises and actions of the sword star Taoist, the senior of the same school, are in the same line as the dialect, which is just right for the dialect at this moment. The dialect simply ignores the simple but mysterious things of that person, and just records all the scenes in his mind for later. After careful study, at this moment, he only focused on the actions of Taoist Jian Xing, and when he had a little understanding, he confirmed it with his previous practice, but in a short while, Fang Yan found that he had a deeper understanding of many issues.

However, the dialect's expression became more and more dignified. Although the two were still in a stalemate at the moment, but based on the experience and knowledge of the dialect, it seemed that Taoist Jianxing was not the opponent of that person, and he was faintly suppressed a lot.

As Fang Yan worried, in the next ten or so breaths of effort, the two monks who were above the middle stage of distraction would come and go for more than a dozen times. Taoist Jian Xing was more and more at a disadvantage, especially in the last few bombardments. Taoist Jianxing was already in the position of being beaten. During several consecutive violent bombardments, Taoist Jianxing retreated hundreds of thousands of feet one after another.

(End of this chapter)