Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 811
Dialect has no doubts about the loyalty and strength of his two subordinates. He will definitely not be able to deal with that unknown monk, but he will definitely not be at a disadvantage when facing a weaker monk like Taoist Long Xian. The will of the blood emperor, the two of them are more than enough to observe the changes at the blood altar through the secret space, so it is perfect for them to guard the surroundings. into his body, and began to carefully feel the distracted self.

After stepping into Distraction, Fang Yan felt himself seriously for the first time, and soon Fang Yan realized that Distraction Yuanying was only one level away, but it was a world of difference. It is so obvious that the Nascent Soul at this moment is still the same as before, but it is much bigger. From the original palm size to one foot tall now, the color has also changed slightly. The original light white is now faintly golden, but its essence However, there has been a qualitative improvement. Under the lingering thunder, Fang Yan can feel that the body of the Nascent Soul is extremely compact. Even without the physical body, the body of the Nascent Soul at this moment is far from comparable to that of a monk with a cultivation level of the Nascent Soul.

Sensing the source of thunder in the Nascent Soul for a while, Fang Yan showed a little smile. Not only did he not let go of the distraction in the catastrophe before, but he also robbed the unknown monk of that ray of light, that ray of light The origin of the thunder contained in it is more than all in the catastrophe. At this moment, the dialect has reached an unknowable height for the control of thunder light induction. It's a bit dangerous, but if it happens again, Fang Yan feels that he can even get through it without any effort. At this moment, after working at full strength, Fang Yan can vaguely feel the thunder wave in the falling thunder abyss outside the bloody formation. light.

Immediately, Fang Yan turned his attention to the mana of the meridians of the whole body, the meridians became much wider and thicker, and the mana also increased a lot. Before encountering the sword star Taoist fighting with the unknown monk, Fang Yan has not realized the level of his mana. At this moment As soon as the divine mind moved, surging mana flowed through his meridians like a stormy wave, and Fang Yan immediately knew that regardless of other things, the condensed mana alone had increased by more than ten times.

For these improvements, the dialect has experienced many times from refining Qi to building foundation pills to Yuanying. Although those are far from being compared with this distraction, they are still prepared, but they did not expect such an improvement. Forget it, Fang Yan is most concerned about the changes in the mind and soul after distraction. This is the real difference between the distracted monk and the Nascent Soul monk. Soon Fang Yan probed into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness where the soul is.

Originally, the soul of the dialect was far superior to that of his peers. After entering the Tianxing Sect, he chose the Star Power Pure God Art. Before he passed the catastrophe, he had already surpassed many distracted monks. Now that he has passed the catastrophe and stepped into the distracted mind, The condensing of the soul is even more unusual, but at this moment, the soul that should have been more powerful after the baptism of the catastrophe, although more condensed, still surpasses many distracted monks, but there is no such a huge change as recorded in the classics, could it be What's wrong with the spirit of the dialect?
Fang Yan was not at all surprised by the state of his soul. If it was really as it was recorded in the classics, Fang Yan would be very worried. When his divine thoughts moved slightly, Fang Yan noticed that his divine soul was emitting one after another divine thoughts However, these spiritual thoughts do not need to be controlled by oneself from time to time like when Yuanying was born. They are equivalent to the consciousness of a dialect, but they do not have the strength of the dialect itself. Spiritual objects are real clones, and this is the biggest difference between the Great Distracted Cultivator and the Nascent Soul Cultivator.

After Fang Yan patrolled his body for a week, he withdrew his spiritual consciousness, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged for a while, waved his hand, and another figure flashed out, the new figure raised his eyes to look at Fang Yan, and then sat cross-legged Going down, go and activate the exercises, if someone is by your side, you will see two identical dialects sitting side by side.

This is not a clone of divine sense, let alone a phantom, but a real clone. For this clone, Dialect has spent a lot of effort, even risking the failure of crossing the catastrophe. I cut off my soul, otherwise the dialect's soul would not be the same as I saw just now, but now I finally saw the harvest, looking at the clone body in front of me that is exactly the same as my mind, dialect has a weird feeling, and My previous puppet body was quite different, even my natal magic weapon didn't feel so close, as if I had two selves.

Consonance and Concentric Lotus lived up to its name, and Zha Ling Pill did not insult the prestige of Pill Ling Yubi. With the combination of the two, dialect created such a clone that could shock the entire cultivation world. At this moment, Yuan The breath of distraction faintly emanating from the womb is no worse than that of Fang Yan himself, but at this moment, this clone body has no strength and cannot be exerted yet. Dialect's spirit still needs a long time to warm up Only by cultivating and cultivating can you truly integrate with the distracted soul, and then you can truly grow up. Perhaps this is also a big disadvantage of dialect. If it is just a clone with the strength of the soul, where is the need strenuous.

But all of this is worth it. Although this avatar is still not comparable to the main body, and even needs dialects to distract and cultivate, but as long as he has the power to protect himself, he doesn't have to work so hard, and he can completely let him practice on his own. After fully growing, the strength of the dialect will suddenly double or even exceed. After all, no matter how tacitly two monks have a tacit understanding, they can't compare with the mind-to-heart communication between the main body and the body.

After sensing it again, Dialect no longer pays attention to the avatar that activates the exercises. There are no barriers. It is the time when his strength is increasing rapidly, and there are such people outside. How can Dialect relax at all? In an instant, A golden Nascent Soul body appeared in Fang Yan's hands, which vaguely resembled Xiang Fei's appearance, but at this moment, the Nascent Soul body did not have any fluctuations in consciousness, it was just a mass of pure energy, and it did not wave at all. Dialect opened his mouth and swallowed the whole Nascent Soul. After a while, the two dialects who were sitting cross-legged began to practice their exercises and fell into cultivation.

Fang Yan didn't know how long he had been practicing, Taoist Xiang Fei's Nascent Soul body had only been refined a little, and he was suddenly awakened by a message from his spiritual consciousness.

"Fang Yan, come out for a while, there seems to be some fluctuations outside." It was a message from Taoist Hu.

"En?" Fang Yan heard the words and stopped the exercises, glanced at the clone who was still practicing, and floated towards the place where Taoist Ziling was.

After a short while, Fang Yan stood beside Daoist Hu, without speaking to Taoist Ziling, and immediately reached out through his magic weapon.

"How long has this happened?" After a while, Fang Yan withdrew his consciousness and asked the two people beside him.

"It's been more than ten days. At the beginning, it was just a slight fluctuation. These two days seem to be getting stronger." Daoist Hu replied in dialect without a moment's hesitation.

"Ten days?" Hearing Daoist Hu's words, Fang Yan paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then escaped from the magic weapon space, and then left this secret place, and came to the space where the blood altar is located.

After releasing his divine sense to scan for a while, Fang Yan's expression became more dignified. Seeing that there was no movement in the two secret realms over there, even the Taoist Sword Star did not respond. Fang Yan knew that they had not noticed the will of the Blood Emperor. This subtle change, if it wasn't because of his own will, Hu Daoist would not have noticed these little movements.

Without any hesitation, Dialect immediately sent a message of spiritual consciousness to Taoist Jian Xing: "Senior Jian Xing."

A moment later, a fluctuation flashed by, and Taoist Sword Star came out of the secret space and asked Fangyan: "Dialect? But what happened? En? This is it?"

While speaking, a look of disbelief flashed across Jian Xing Taoist's face, and then he moved a lot closer to the Blood Sacrifice Altar, and felt it carefully.

(End of this chapter)