Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 90 Soul Chasing Talisman

Didn't kill him?Fang Yan looked at the green light going away, and was also very shocked. His last two low-grade treasures blew up, and Rong Hao escaped. The key is the green light. At this moment, if he wants to pursue it again, Fang Yan has no energy left. up.

Looking at the few things falling from the sky, Fang Yan knew that although Rong Hao was not killed, his physical body was destroyed by himself, the best thing is to find another body for him to survive, it is difficult to achieve success in cultivation in this life.

Dialect didn't regret it, since the other party wanted to kill him, he couldn't hesitate to kill him, even if the other party's father was a Golden Core cultivator.

Fang Yan was still shocked by the spiritual sense just now. Fang Yan had heard of the horror of the Golden Core cultivator more than once, and he had also come into contact with the Void Core cultivator, but the power of the Golden Core cultivator was still higher than he had imagined before. A hundred times, it is far from what I can resist now. Just a divine sense not only almost crushed my body, but also left an extremely strange force in my body. It's the puppet who can't control it himself.

Thinking of the soul chasing talisman mentioned by Rong Hao before he left, Fang Yan knew how he was followed here by Rong Hao alone. It turned out to be his father's handwriting. Thousands of miles away, the spiritual sense can still scan him, but he and Rongcanghai Ronghao only have one face to face, and the dialect doesn't know when they moved on him, so he can't help being more jealous of the golden core monk.

Fang Yan secretly decided that in the future, he would hide as far as he could from the Golden Core cultivator, and if he was not strong enough, he would never face the Golden Core cultivator, and he would not even know how to plot against him.

As for the jade pendant that took Rong Hao's soul away, it is very likely to be a top-grade treasure, or even a top-grade treasure.

The current dialect has no time to think too much, and there is still a force left by Rong Canghai in his body that is constantly destroying his body. The first task now is to quickly find a place to heal his injuries, and then try his best to improve his cultivation. The talisman also needs to be found, otherwise the threat of the golden core cultivator is like a sharp sword hanging above the head, and it might fall down at any time.

Fang Yan swept away the few things that Rong Hao had dropped, including that page of paper, and ignored everything else. He immediately sat down cross-legged, threw two elixir in his mouth, and immediately started to run the rest of the paper. A lot of mana refined the aura contained in the elixir, and then sealed the bleeding wounds all over the body. After a little recovery, he packed up his things, called Chichan, and quickly flew towards the depths of the mountain with his flying sword .

At this moment, the dialect didn't care about knowing the way. He looked for a direction and flew straight towards the depths of the Cangwu Mountain. Now the dialect is not afraid of encountering monsters of the fourth rank, as long as he doesn't provoke the monsters above the fifth rank , there is nothing in the depths of Cangwu Mountain that can make dialect afraid.

After traveling tens of thousands of miles, all the monsters encountered around him had the aura of the fourth-order or above. Several times, they had already broken into the other party's territory. If the other party hadn't felt the aura of the two fourth-order spiritual pets of the Scarlet Cicada Queen Bee, I'm afraid there won't be more than one fight.

Dialect doesn't know how far away is considered safe for Jindan monks. Even the Dongfu dialect of Lingyuan Valley can't guarantee that it can isolate this soul chasing talisman. Taking the danger back, only one person flew wildly towards the depths of the Cangwu Mountain, the farther the better, and finally stopped in front of a cliff, the dialect could feel it, and further forward was the territory of the fifth-order monster , It’s also good here, if the Golden Core cultivator comes in the future, maybe he will attract the fifth-level monster, and everyone will have a Three Kingdoms battle.

After setting up the formation, Fang Yan released the Queen Bee Beast, Chi Chan, there are monsters all around here, only these two spiritual pets can force back the coveted divine consciousness, even dialect can't do it.

After everything was arranged, Dialect began to heal his wounds. In fact, Rong Hao's two attacks did not cause much damage. The first dial escaped the vital points. Second, although the number of hundreds of sword lights is large, it is considered a superficial injury in comparison. The most important thing in Fangyan's hands is the coercion of the divine sense, which almost crushes the internal organs of Dialect. If it is not Dialect's soul is condensed, and he used his willpower to hold on. He is already a dead person at this moment, and that power is still destroying in his body. Only by going all out can Fang Yan suppress it.

He doesn't speak dialect here to heal his wounds, but he said that in a secret room in the Fengyuan Sect's sect hundreds of thousands of miles away, Rong Hao's father, Rong Canghai, was practicing something. A woman in palace attire with red eyes Standing aside, he looks somewhat similar to Rong Hao.

"You said, Hao'er was destroyed by someone?"

"It should be. I will know when Hao'er comes back. I didn't expect that little monk to have several treasures. The divine light of Tianlong Pei's body protection did not block it. Fortunately, Hao'er's spirit protected him. Find a body for Hao Er to seize."

"Who is it, I'm going to kill him now."

"Yu'er, now is the most important moment for you to form an alchemy. If you meet him and throw a few treasures and explode yourself, the damage will not be worth it. He is just a kid in the refining period. Wait for me to take this thing After training, even if he is in the ends of the earth, I will not let him go, don't worry."

"Why don't you let Wu Xiong go?"

"Wu Xiong has other things to do, don't worry, what I said will be done."

After comforting for a long time, the woman in palace costume left the secret room and went out alone.

His son's body was ruined by someone, and he was the one who felt the most resentment in his heart. You know, the higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the more concentrated the blood, the harder it is to conceive and have children. Rong Hao was born when Rong Canghai was over 150 years old. Naturally, he dotes on him very much. He gave him a few treasures for self-defense early on. The Tianlong Pendant was hung on his son's waist since birth. Now that his body has been destroyed by someone, one can imagine how Rong Canghai feels. His son went to intercept the dialect, and he would never have thought of it at this time.

The several magic weapons I used to defend my son did not intercept him. Both the Tai'a Sword and the Tianlong Pendant were magic weapons that Rong Canghai had practiced for decades. Hundreds of thousands of miles away, Rong Canghai could already vaguely feel the situation at that time, if it wasn't for the fact that this matter was too urgent right now, Rong Canghai couldn't help but immediately go to find the murderer.

Rong Canghai clenched his fists tightly, and it took a while before he let go. He calmed down his anger, entered the state of forgetting both things and himself, and began to perform hand exercises one after another, practicing a magic weapon in the shape of a bird's wing in front of him.

The dialect in the Cangmang Mountain naturally didn't know that Rong Canghai had something to delay and couldn't care less about chasing and killing him. He just swallowed the elixir for several days, refined the spiritual energy, operated the kung fu, repaired the body, strengthened the soul, and pressed that power.

It took a full ten days for Fang Yan to suppress the destructive power to a corner of his body and seal it up with magic power. It will take a long time for Fang Yan to refine this power.

Without the destruction of this force, Fang Yan's body recovered much faster, and after another three days, Fang Yan's body was more than half healed, which was also due to the strong recovery power of Taixitu.

However, the strength of the dialect has been greatly reduced, and more than half of the mana that was not much in the first place needs to be allocated to suppress that force. Now even if it activates a treasure, it will not work, unless the force continues to be destroyed in the body.

Fang Yan smiled wryly. When he came, he could still use the treasure-level Yiyun Sword. If he couldn't refine this power, he could only use the Qinghuoque if he wanted to fly.

But now is not the time to think about going back, even the refining power is not the most important thing, what Fang Yan desperately wants to do at this moment is to find the soul chasing talisman, this thing cannot be removed, no matter how dialect Can't feel at ease.

Dialect began to inspect his body inch by inch, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, not letting go of any place, but after searching twice in a row, he still found nothing. Dialect didn't think that Rong Hao would tell lies to scare For me, in that situation, Rong Hao's words are absolutely believable.

The reason why I can't find it can only be that the methods of Jindan cultivators are too clever, and they don't believe in evil in their dialect. They not only probe on the surface and internal organs, but this time they probe deep into the blood vessels and bone marrow.

The hard work paid off, Fang Yan finally found a place, there was a faint gray shadow in his heart orifice, seeing this gray shadow, Fang Yan was even more frightened, if the other party had not released the soul chasing talisman, but If it is some other attacking talisman, then there is nothing I can do about it?

This is because the dialect thinks highly of the golden core cultivator, even if it is a golden core cultivator, it is impossible to put an attack spell into his body silently. The dialect's spiritual consciousness was silently injected into the body.

(End of this chapter)