Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 818 Long Xian Confused
Just now he noticed the power of the magic weapon flashing from Fang Yan, and before he could find out clearly, he saw Taoist Jianxing disappeared. Taoist Long Xian understood what happened, and he also guessed that the situation of Taoist Jianxing was unusual, and his face also showed A look of surprise.

Originally, Taoist Long Xian came here for the dialect, and there was nothing else. He just met that unfathomable monk, and he wanted to go back to the sect together, but he remembered that he had mentioned it with Taoist Jianxing when he came out. , I have other things to do when I enter Luo Leiyuan. If I want to change it rashly, it is hard to say that it will not cause other thoughts from the sword star Taoist or the dialect. If there is no dialect, maybe Long Xian will not care too much, but now Long Xian has given birth Concern.

In an instant, with a lot of thoughts, Taoist Long Xian said: "Junior Fang Yan, I originally wanted to come here to refine the magic weapon, but I happened to meet Uncle Jianxing, so I came together. Now that I have made a breakthrough, I am about to If you want to go back to retreat, senior brother, I won’t bother you, just let me go here.”

"Senior Brother, that's too serious, but if Senior Brother wants to collect the source of thunder to refine the magic weapon, Junior Brother, I can provide some references." As he spoke, Fang Yan waved his hand and threw a jade slip to Taoist Long Xian.

After receiving the jade slip, Taoist Long Xian scanned it slightly, and found that it was a map of the Thunder Abyss, marking many areas where the source of thunder is likely to appear. He was once again shocked by the strength of the dialect, and immediately cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, junior brother. gone."

"No thanks, but it's better for senior brother to hide for a while, that murderous man just now can't say when he will come out." Seeing Long Xian put away the jade slips, dialect reminded him again.

"I know." Taoist Long Xian cupped his hands again and said to the dialect. After this incident, Long Xian showed equality and even respect for the dialect.

Fang Yan also cupped his hands, and his spiritual consciousness moved slightly, releasing Taoist Long Xian out of the cover of the wings of Lei Dun, and then with a flicker, he galloped towards the periphery of Luo Leiyuan again.

Seeing Fang Yan's figure disappear, Taoist Long Xian looked at the jade slip in his hand again, and after a little identification of the direction, he urged his movement to fly towards one side. Naturally, he didn't want to provoke that invincible monk.

After a while, Taoist Long Xian fled to a dense area of ​​lightning. Looking at the dense lightning around him, Taoist Long Xian knew that the dialect's guidance was correct. It is true that the source of thunder is more likely to appear here, but Taoist Long Xian never I heard that there is such a jade slip map, even if someone got it, they would never give it away to others like dialects. Could it be that the local dialects in this jade slip have been there?Is this jade slip the place where he once collected the source of thunder?
Fang Yan just passed through the catastrophe and stepped into distraction not long ago, but Long Xian felt relieved when he thought about Fang Yan's deeds all along. He fought and killed groups of seventh-level monsters with his bare hands. In comparison, the places marked in the jade slips have not reached the point where there are groups of seventh-level monsters.

Thinking casually in his heart, Taoist Long Xian was also looking around, since he came, it would not be a bad idea to collect one or two bolts of the source of thunder and refine his magic weapon.

But after several days in a row, Taoist Long Xian showed a puzzled look on his face. In a few days, Taoist Long Xian had wandered around several places in the jade slips left by the dialect. The probability of the source of thunder appearing should be very high, but after a few days, Taoist Long Xian did not find even one source of thunder.

After lingering for two more days, Taoist Long Xian had to admit that he had no chance to obtain the source of a thunderbolt. Fortunately, he didn't come here for this purpose, so he simply gave up this idea, collected some thunder power at will, and fell into the thunder abyss Flying out from the periphery and coming to the ancient desolate battlefield, it’s not a good time to run empty. The source of thunder has not been collected here, so it is not a loss to hunt some monsters elsewhere and collect some spiritual objects.

It wasn't until he met two distracted monks wandering in the Thunder Abyss on the road, and Taoist Long Xian found out that he was not the only one who was puzzled in the Thunder Abyss, there were many monks and even the indigenous monsters in the Thunder Abyss recently. They all had doubts, and there was no one else. Although it was rare but still someone could get the source of thunder, all of them disappeared. It seemed that all the sources of thunder had been taken away.

Daoist Long Xian didn't know who would have such means, and he didn't want to pay attention to it. It must be the same existence as the ancestor of the sect. Even a distracted monk like him is very different from the ancestor of the sect. They met each other only a handful of times in tens of thousands of years, and they gave up completely without thinking about it, and galloped towards the periphery of Luo Leiyuan.

Daoist Long Xian, who was flying away, naturally would not have noticed that at the moment he just stepped out of the Thunder Abyss shrouded in thunder, dozens of sword-like existences flashed everywhere in the Thunder Abyss, and he didn't know that before For a period of time, there were dozens of sword lights flashing in the thunder light all over the sky. If Taoist Long Xian followed these sword lights at this moment, he would find that all the sword lights were in a semicircle, all pointing towards one point But to go, that direction is exactly the direction when he came out.

All the sword lights galloped towards the depths of Luo Leiyuan, and finally they disappeared in one place in the depths of Luo Leiyuan. Xing Taoist did not hesitate to blew up a sword eyebrow and blasted the place where that person killed.

Taoist Qiuyi, the former genius disciple of Qiushuizong, and now Taoist Duosheyong, did not fly away as Taoist Jianxing said, and he set up a formation on the spot, and he was sitting quietly in it at the moment , above the phantom of the big cauldron in front of him, several sword lights were shining, and more sword lights shot from outside from time to time.

All the sword light stopped on the phantom of the cauldron, and strands of the source of thunder scattered out of the sword light, and disappeared into the cauldron. As more and more sources of thunder entered it, the power of the cauldron The figure gradually became clear.

If Dialect knows that there will be so many sources of thunder here, maybe he will take the risk to come back to fight. With so many sources of thunder, it is enough to improve his lightning control method by directly controlling the distraction catastrophe. Not impossible.

Daoist Yong, who was sitting cross-legged, looked pale. He watched the sources of thunder merge into the phantom of the cauldron, and he didn't show any joy. ,Humph."

In the dialect, Long Xian's cultivation base was one step lower, so he didn't talk about it. He called Taoist Jianxing, a mid-distraction cultivator, an ant, but Taoist Yong had a natural expression on his face. I don't know if he was arrogant or crazy. After a while , There is no more sword light on the big cauldron phantom, all the source of thunder has been integrated into the big cauldron phantom, when Taoist Yong moved his consciousness, the big cauldron phantom disappeared into his body.

Daoren Yong stood up and was about to run away when he remembered something. He made a few moves with both hands, and a light curtain appeared in front of him. Several phantoms flashed out, but they were dialects, sword stars, dragons, etc. The scene of the three distracted cultivators of the Heavenly Star Sect fleeing before, but this method is similar to the superficial method that dialect has heard on the Great Soul Star back then.

Looking at the three phantoms in the light and shadow in front of him, Taoist Yong showed a bit of murderous intent on his face. After a while, Taoist Yong stretched out his finger and swiped it casually, cutting down like a sharp knife, cutting off the light curtain. The figure instantly turned into dots of light and disappeared: "The next time we meet, it will be the time of your death. When Luo Fuding recovers to perfection, even if you don't show up, you will not escape death."

If it wasn't because of the dialect, how could Taoist Yong lose so much of the source of thunder? If it wasn't for this reason, he would not have lost two sources of thunder. For Taoist Yong, the source is more important than anything else. It's no wonder that he holds grudges so much, and even more so because of his status as a mid-term distraction, he will finally do such a child's harsh words.

Immediately, a wave flashed, and even without the appearance of light, Taoist Yong's figure disappeared. It seemed that it was no worse than the Lei Dun technique, but it is unclear whether this is the case.

(End of this chapter)