Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 855
Every improvement in the Fanjue body training technique is an experience. Even if it has reached the fourth floor, dialect can still feel the subtle flame-like power deep in the flesh and blood meridians after this blood of the ancestral witch has entered the body. , burning those impurities that are still difficult to detect with his distracted cultivation base. After these burnings, the already solid flesh and blood meridians seem to be much more refined.

Not long after, Fang Yan fell into a state of nothing outside his mind, only the two weapon spirits of Taoist Hu Ziling looked around through Fang Yan's body.

Day after day, a full two months have passed, which has exceeded the time it took Fang Yan to refine the blood of the witch ancestors obtained from Bai Yuanzong. Fang Yan still did not stop the operation of the kung fu. They all found that Fang Yan was trembling all over. Although it was only for a moment, they also guessed that the danger of refining the ancestor's blood this time seemed to be far more dangerous than before.

The two spirits who were powerless could only observe the surroundings closely, but there was no movement around them, except for a giant sword on the door panel standing beside Fang Yan, there were only long steps of bones.

After more than ten days, with a long breath, Fang Yan finally opened his eyes: "There is still a possibility of a breakthrough in the Fanjue body training?"

After opening his eyes, Dialect thought for a moment, and then sent a message to the two spirits, then stood up and looked at the door-like giant sword beside him. After thinking for a while, Dialect stretched out his hand. The dialect is also somewhat interested in this magic weapon, which is famous in Xuanlan's domain because of its eye-catching shape rather than its high grade.

Cultivators don’t care too much about beauty when refining magic weapons, practicality is the main thing. The reason why Dialect wants to pick up this former middle-grade spiritual weapon is also to find out why the senior Wujizi refined his own magic weapon It looked like this, but unexpectedly, after stretching out his hand, he didn't pull it up. The surprised dialect took a closer look at the giant flying sword inserted vertically between the bones for the first time.

After a while, the expression on Fang Yan's face moved slightly, and his spiritual sense probed the flying sword like a door panel, but he didn't find any magic weapon breath, only bursts of grayness. The skeleton is generally the same, it seems to be a skeleton that looks like a flying sword.

I don't know the specific situation back then, but dialect can only guess that Wujizi should have used this flying sword to fight against the monster in the past, and the final result should have been lost, and even made the distracted mid-stage monk finally abandon his magic weapon of fame. Perhaps relying on this flying sword, the senior Wujizi was able to escape, and this flying sword became like this at that time, or was it swallowed up by the surrounding bones in the endless years, and assimilated the body After becoming like this, it is beyond the dialect's ability to guess.

After pausing for a moment, Dialect ignored the prestigious Wuji Tianmen Sword, stepped on the steps of bones again, and walked towards the unknown front, and the sound of stepping sounded into the unknown void.

Another half an hour later, Fang Yan stopped again. According to the previous rule, he came to a platform where monsters appeared.

Another ancient ferocious beast, stronger than the previous one, its body could not be condensed enough to defend against the spirit weapon, and in an instant, Dialect once again urged its figure to fight with the monster, with a radius of more than ten feet, there was no way to avoid it, flesh and blood Fighting each other, only the most real physical strength is fighting. This time, the dialect still has the upper hand. After dozens of breaths, with a scream, the monster fell down again, and a black mass appeared on the steps of the bones. central.

Without the slightest hesitation, the slightly tired dialect immediately took the drop of ancestor wu's blood into his hands, and then sat down cross-legged again to activate the exercises.

In the deserted tombs of the ancient battlefield, Wu Chanming, the elder of the witch clan, is also standing in the death atmosphere at this moment. Compared with many monks, he is more adaptable to the environment here, and the breath outside his body is almost completely restrained into the body. It is an indigenous monster, and it is difficult to find his figure without detailed investigation.

Wu Chanming, the distracted elder of the Wu Clan, has been here for some days. He has been carefully sensing the breath of the Wu Clan's exercises along the way, but he didn't find anything, and finally came to the barren tomb. I have lost a little bit of hope, even if I pass the Beast Spirit Terrace, it is hard to say that I will not fall on the steps of bones, but even so, Wu Chanming will stay here for a long time until it is confirmed that the other party will not show up. will return to the tribe.

But on this day, Wu Chanming suddenly noticed that there was movement in his jade talisman of communication. The Wu family seldom interacted with others. Except for the members of the same clan, the entire Xuanlan Domain was able to transmit the message to Wu Chanming. Not more than one palm, sensing the fluctuation of the jade talisman, Wu Chanming's skinny face showed a bit of surprise, who actually sent him the news?
With a slight sweep of his consciousness, Wu Chanming's face was even more surprised: "Well? How could Xingyun send a message? Could it be that he also came to the ancient battlefield?"

No one can directly send the message to the depths of the ancient battlefield, not even a few ancestors who were distracted in the late stage. Wu Chanming was surprised, and even went to find out what the content was. After a while, he raised his eyes. Wu Chanming looked puzzled, paused for a moment, and then activated the Jade Talisman of Communication to send out a message.

But in less than an hour, Wu Chanming noticed the breath fluctuations flashing around, and seven or eight distracted monks fell down one after another.

"Xingyun, what happened, why did all of you leave the clan land?" Seeing such a situation, Wu Chanming was no longer surprised, but surprised. Many clansmen in front of him had never left the clan land at the same time.

"Cicada, that person hasn't come out yet?" Without answering Wu Chanming's words, Wu Xingyun asked directly, and the rest of the people also looked at Wu Chanming with eager expressions.

Wu Chanming, who didn't know what happened, also knew that something happened to the man in the barren tomb of the Wu Clan, so he said immediately: "I haven't sensed his breath all the way, if he hasn't fallen, he is still alive. In the barren mound, it's just been so long, what happened? Why did you all come here, is there any danger in the clan?"

"Don't be nervous, the cicadas are safe. We have no choice but to come here. The person who entered the barren tomb has boarded the ancestral altar." Seeing Wu Chanming's expression, Wu Xingyun understood what he was thinking, and immediately explained However, it was just this sentence that shocked Wu Chanming.

"What? He boarded the altar of the witch god? How is it possible? What you said is true?" Wu Chanming's exclaimed voice immediately remembered, with an unbelievable but inexplicably excited expression, the ancestral spirit platform in Wu Xingyun's mouth That's the Witch God altar that Wu Chanming was talking about, just with a different name.

The members of the Wu clan have worked hard for tens of thousands of years to find someone who can climb the ancestral altar and retrieve the sacred object of the Wu clan, the Eye of Heaven. He came here for the same purpose, but how could he have imagined that the person he was looking for had already boarded the Ancestral Lingtai.

"It's absolutely true. A few days ago, the altar in the clan had fluctuated. Except for someone touching the Eye of God, there would never be such a movement." He didn't quite approve of the method, but he was not far from the heart to welcome back the holy object, the Eye of Heaven, and when he sensed such a movement, he rushed over in a hurry.

Hearing Wu Shiyu's words, and seeing the affectionate nods of other tribesmen around, Wu Chanming finally believed that all this was true.

"Someone has climbed to the Ancestral Spirit Terrace? If we can invite him, wouldn't it mean that the next time the barren tomb is opened, we can welcome back the Eye of Heaven?" Wu Chanming murmured.

"That's right, if he didn't go for the eyes of the gods this time, for the sake of thousands of people, protecting this unknown monk is the most important thing for our Wu clan besides maintaining the formation in the future." Wu Xingyun's words It sounded immediately, but the meaning is very clear. If the cultivator in the barren tomb of the ancestor of the witch is also aiming at the eyes of the gods, taking out this holy object from it, and unwilling to return it to the witch clan, then it is a witch. One clan's greatest enemy, when the time comes, these Wu clansmen in front of them will be killers.

(End of this chapter)