Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 815 Greater Power
For a moment, Taoist Yong's expression changed several times. For a while, he was caught in a dilemma. Hold on until the opponent regains his strength. Unless he is willing to consume another immortal source, he will never be able to kill that distracted mid-stage cultivator. Stay, but if you lose two sources in a row, even if you refine all the blood essence, it will be difficult to recover. What if you encounter a more powerful existence? origin.

After thinking about it for a long time, a stern look flashed across Yong Taoist's face, and his movements became much calmer. One after another, runes flashed and submerged into the formation. After all, it was still a source that was reluctant to be wasted, as well as the many sources of thunder. .

Dialect doesn't know the situation outside. In the next few days, Daoist Long Xian resumed and joined in one after another, but there was still no such bombardment as before, and naturally there was no fairy breath, which can be absorbed by the dialect's Qiankun Pot. There are only traces of strange power breath, but this is not bad, after all, it is still a harvest. If it is not here, I don’t know what opportunity there is to make Qiankun Pot react like this.

The two sides have been entangled for more than a month, continuously absorbing the weird power for more than a month, the portal in the Qiankun Pot still has a slight change, and the outline of the portal is a little clearer.

Under the delay of several people in dialect, the progress of the human sacrifice training blood altar was much slower, but as time went on, the faces of the few people appeared dignified again. Not a lot, but after more than a month passed, the blood altar was still practiced by the opponent for most of the time. As the opponent continued to control the entire formation, the speed of the opponent's sacrifice became faster. I am afraid that it will not take a few days. The formation is really going to be fully practiced by the opponent, and the whole group must escape from the formation before then, but they don't know how far the sword star Taoist has recovered.

However, everyone's worries didn't last long. Just as a few people were thinking, a wave flashed by, and Taoist Jianxing finally came out. Obviously, Taoist Jianxing did not relax his investigation of the outside during his retreat. situation.

"Master."

"Uncle Sword Star."

The three Nascent Soul cultivators who were resting in rotation immediately shouted, and the three who were urging their exercises also looked at Taoist Jian Xing.

"Don't worry about it, leave it to me, you guys take a break, and then we'll leave here." Without a word of nonsense, Taoist Jian Xing has already given orders, and at the same time, he has taken over several people in his hand, typing out a series of hand formulas, A trace of strength went towards the blood altar.

After answering, Fang Yan and Daoist Long Xian immediately stopped the exercise, and did not leave before entering the secret space, and activated the sect's exercise on the spot, began to restore mana power and consciousness, and at the same time moved toward the sword The Xingdao people swept over slightly.

Taoist Jian Xing's recovery has exceeded the previous estimate. Not only has he recovered [-]% of his strength, but his complexion is still a little pale. Obviously, the damage caused by the last trick of the remnant star is still there, and he is still far from being fully recovered. This is not something that can be done in three to five days, three to five months. According to Chang Hui's previous experience, the Taoist Sword Star has been in seclusion for several years after activating the Remnant Star Technique twice in the past.

While the dialects were looking for Taoist Jianxing, Taoist Jianxing was also paying attention to their juniors, with continued satisfaction on their faces, relying on the strength of a few people to be able to delay it for so long has already exceeded Taoist Jianxing's initial expectations , but it seems normal to think that the dialect once refined a blood emperor's will.

Until Jian Xing Taoist's eyes fell on Fang Yan, he showed a bit of surprise. What surprised him was that the dialect who was attacked by the evil spirit of blood did not feel any discomfort at all, and there was no evil spirit on his body. However, Taoist Jian Xing only had doubts in his heart, but he didn't make a sound to inquire. Even the juniors of the same sect, everyone has their own secrets.

Half a day later, Taoist Fang Yan and Taoist Long Xian got up one after another, and both stood behind Taoist Jianxing, sensing their movements, Taoist Jianxing stopped the exercises with a wave of both hands.

"Go." Taoist Jian Xing waved several Nascent Soul descendants directly into the magic weapon space, and shouted at the two distracted cultivators in dialect Long Xian.

As soon as the movement here stopped, Taoist Yong outside the formation noticed it, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Is it finally coming out?" Instead, he floated away and returned to the body of Taoist Yong. As expected by the dialects before, he didn't really want to practice this big formation at all, just to force everyone from the Tianxingzong out. .

Daoren Yong paused for a while, and then his hands moved again. After he played a few hand formulas, a few fluctuations suddenly flashed in the thunder light behind him, thick and majestic.

At this moment, a ray of light flickered in the bloody formation, and the portal of the formation appeared. Three figures flashed out in an instant. Being able to pour it down, it is clear that he has murderous intentions, and wants to kill the master here.

Taoist Jian Xing, who led the two juniors of Long Xian in dialect dialect, just escaped from the bloody formation, and felt a shocking aura enveloped them, and he was a little more domineering than when he was fighting with him before. Immediately shouted: "Kill." The flying sword in his hand has already been urged, and he went up to meet the mighty energy, but he protected the dialect Long Xian behind him.

Faced with the opponent's direct bombardment, several people were already prepared. The Taoist Jian Xing urged Jian Guang to meet them. The dialect was not far behind, only a line behind. At the same time, Taoist Long Xian on the other side also activated his own means, a bright silver long spear flew and stirred out, showing a shadow of the spear to meet it, and the power it emitted was no less than a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Three distracted cultivators joined forces to bombard, the power of three high-grade spiritual weapons, and many powerful spiritual thunders blasted out in dialects, even the ancestors of the later stage of distracted, had to avoid the edge temporarily, but Taoist Yong on the opposite side showed He showed a look of disdain, and didn't mean to dodge, but just pushed the power in front of him straight down.

In an instant, a few loud bangs like heaven and earth shattered overwhelmed the sound of rumbling thunder in the surrounding area. Under the bombardment of the aftermath, the countless thunder lights in the surroundings crashed and flew randomly, crackling, lightning, thunder and thunder sounded in succession. Being surrounded by Taoist Sword Star's power all the time, he didn't pay attention to the many movements around him, but he also heard Taoist Sword Star's muffled groan.

Fang Yan's heart tightened immediately. Taoist Sword Star, who had not fully recovered, was hit again in this fight. The three of them teamed up, but there was no immediate blow from the opponent, and Taoist Sword Star was injured again. What kind of method is it? Why does the monk in the middle stage of distraction have such power.

Taoist Jian Xing, who was at a disadvantage with one move, did not pause for a moment, and once again urged the flying sword to blast out. Taoist Long Xian in dialect is the same, he does not want to kill the opponent, as long as he opens a passage, he can fly away .

"En?" While activating the Dawu Sword Formation, Fang Yan felt some fluctuations. In the Great Formation, due to the isolation and concealment of the Great Formation itself, Fang Yan could only vaguely perceive the situation in Luo Leiyuan, and escaped from the Great Formation at this moment. After a while, dialect could clearly feel the difference in the surroundings by virtue of the strong source of thunder in the Nascent Soul.

An incomparably powerful aura flashed in front of the cultivator opposite, completely covering the surroundings. Dialect even sensed that the bloody formation that was invisible in the void at the moment was also enveloped in this aura, but this aura It's not the aura of the formation, nor the power of the exercises, but the power of the magic weapon. It's just what kind of magic weapon can have such power. The dialect has raised doubts. It is impossible to have such power after a complete recovery.

Now is not the time for research, and the suspicious dialect just flashed a thought in his heart, and he concentrated on activating the Dawu sword formation, urging the strongest sword light to criss-cross and kill all directions.

"Huh." A cold hum came suddenly, and then came a more powerful power, which instantly passed through the defense of Taoist Jian Xing and shrouded towards Dialect Long Xian.

(End of this chapter)