Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 813
Just getting started, although everyone didn't use all their strength, they didn't keep much. After all, the opponent's strength is there. Now they realize that the opponent has increased their sacrificial strength, and they no longer hold back their hands. They all mobilized, but even so, everyone was still at a disadvantage, unable to compete with the other party for the initiative of the blood training altar. Fortunately, they could finally delay a little and buy more time for Taoist Sword Star.

Only Dialect, did not put all his strength on mobilizing the sacrificial exercises, it was not that Dialect was hiding something, but at this moment, several blood-colored filaments shot out from the Blood Sacrifice Altar, and after making a bend, they all pointed towards Dialect. Come on, it was the bloody aura that was touched during the sacrificial training, but these bloody auras were not comparable to those revealed on the outside, and dialect still needed to allocate a large part of its energy to deal with these bloody auras.

Soon dialect's face showed a dignified look, and he still underestimated the power of blood evil spirit at the core of this large formation. He is in a very dangerous situation now, and the power of these blood evil forces is still beyond his imagination. superior.

If they appeared outside the body, these blood evil spirits would be much more condensed and pure. With the blood emperor's will, there might not be any threat, but now during the sacrificial training, there is no way to prevent them from entering the body. In the process, he could not deal with it easily with only the blood emperor's will.

Aware of the domineering power of the blood evil power, Fang Yan dare not take it lightly. After all, he is just a fake blood emperor and has never practiced the skills of the blood emperor lineage. The blood evil energy circulates in his meridians slightly If you don't pay attention, there may be conflicts with your own skills, but even if you defend with all your strength now, as more and more blood and evil power enters the meridians, it won't take long for the dialect to be unable to support it.

For a while, Dialect was hesitant to make a decision, should he give up the sacrificial training and let the other party do what he wants?No, absolutely not, if the other party will sacrifice the entire formation, Taoist Jian Xing has not recovered much, and then he and others will be slaughtered on the chopping board, but the dialect is not believed, until now In this case, the other party is just entering the previous generally as long as the source of thunder.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's thoughts moved, and he entered the depths of the dense scroll with a bloody aura. After a while, the dignified expression on Fang Yan's face eased a lot, and at the same time, the movements of Fang Yan's hands also accelerated a lot, and the power displayed in front of him immediately Enhanced a lot.

The more turbulent blood demon power rushed over and submerged into Fang Yan's body.

"Brother dialect?"

"Brother dialect?"

The few people who noticed the sudden change were all shocked, even Taoist Long Xian showed some concern. At this moment, Taoist Jianxing is the key to everyone's escape, and dialect is the key to how much strength Taoist Jianxing can recover. If something goes wrong, don't mention it all.

"It's okay, just practice with peace of mind." Hearing what everyone said, Fang Yan kept moving his hands and said at the same time.

Hearing Fang Yan's calm words, although everyone didn't know what happened to Fang Yan, they also knew that it was fine. They immediately withdrew their attention and focused on mobilizing their exercises. Immediately, there was a huge change again. Although it still couldn't suppress the opponent's strength, it was not much different.

Few people didn't notice that the bloody power on Fang Yan's body faded a lot in an instant. If someone could see Fang Yan's body, they would find that Fang Yan's body was just a transfer station at this moment. The influx of bloody power flowed a little, and then disappeared from Dialect's body, but bloody filaments appeared on the body of the avatar who was originally sitting cross-legged in the secret space.

After thinking about it, the dialect turned out to be to let his avatar body refine the power of the blood fiend, which can be regarded as an expedient measure. Now that the avatar body is in chaos, it doesn't matter what kind of skills you practice, just let the blood fiend At least there is no need to worry about the backlash of the power, but there is no skill of the blood emperor's lineage. After passing this level, you still need to find a way to refine and remove the blood power you have absorbed.

As soon as the dialect made a move, the figure in the thunder light outside the big formation became aware of it: "Huh? You actually urged it so strongly that you want to compete with me for control? It's just a few distracted monks, and their strength The strongest one has already suffered a lot, and can't recover within a few months. Do you think that with the help of a few juniors, you can compete with me? The juniors of the Tianxing sect are really arrogant. Since you choose so, if you don't let you eat Bit of a pain, I don’t know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.”

While speaking, the movement of the monk's hand changed slightly, and the movement became a little faster. Several mysterious runes different from the previous ones were condensed with his hand formula. The runes are obviously those runes that the dialect has inquired about not long ago, that is, the runes from the true spirit world mentioned by the sword star Taoist. The sword star Taoist mentioned that there is no inheritance in the Xuanlan domain. One appeared here, but these runes flashed out, but they were not as powerful as the sword star Taoist said. It seemed that they were only a little better than the runes condensed in dialects.

But it was the rune that won by a little bit that suddenly fell into the formation, and was playing a series of hand formulas to prepare to compete with the other party for the initiative to practice the dialect. Submerged into his body, the original bloody aura was filled with a murderous intent, which surprised Fang Yan immediately.

Although he doesn't know what kind of power this force is, Dialect also knows that it is the method of the unknown monk outside, and the emergence of this situation has a great relationship with the sacrifice of the blood altar by the few of them at the moment, it seems that the blood altar has become a Passage, I was bombarded and killed by the unknown monk through this blood altar where both sides were practicing.

Not caring about urging the exercises with all his strength, Fang Yan immediately slowed down the movements in his hands, and put more than half of his attention on resisting the strange force that had already invaded his body. This force did not stop because of Fang Yan's But slowing down, still fiercely pouring in towards Dialect's body, Dialect quickly discovered that although the killing intent of this force coming from the air was not the fiercest force that Dialect had ever seen, it was the most difficult force to deal with. All the forces I have encountered are different, and many of my methods have no effect on this force. I can only rely on my own tyrannical strength to grind it down slowly, but is it possible to let it continue to wreak havoc until it is exhausted? Is it over?If this is the case, let alone prevent the other party from controlling the big formation by offering sacrifices to the training blood altar, within a short while, he will be unable to support himself.

Fang Yan, who had just been calm for a moment, immediately became nervous again. Fang Yan, who was thinking about himself, suddenly noticed that at the moment when this force penetrated into a certain place deep in his body, his Qiankun Pot suddenly moved. After a while of relaxation, the power had disappeared. Dialect paused for a moment, then plunged his consciousness into the Qiankun Pot. After a while, dialect withdrew his consciousness and showed a pleasant smile on his face.

This force actually attracted the attention of the Qiankun Pot. When checking his body before, Dialect also checked his magic weapon space. The most important thing is to explore the situation in the sixth portal. For this portal Absorbing all the essence of the other five portals, but not allowing myself to use half of it, Dialect has always been unwilling, but now that Dialect has stepped into distraction, that portal is still just a streamer, and it is still impossible to explore it , it is even impossible to absorb the power from it.

But I didn't expect that here, the Qiankun Pot, which has not been moved for a long time, is interested in this power. Dialect has seen that the power after entering the Qiankun Pot has directly disappeared into the sixth portal, although Dialect still does not know what his Qiankun Pot is. What is it, but from the first time I used it to collect the mysterious spirit liquid, Fang Yan knew that it would never make such a change if it was not a good thing, and the more picky it became, the more spiritual things it needed. The higher the level, the sixth door is even more so. Even the mysterious spirit liquid does not enter its eyes. Could it be that this strange power is some kind of high-level aura?
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