Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 78

The visitor was wearing a spirit armor like a tortoise shell, and approached Fang Yan cautiously. Fang Yan didn't know when he had such great power, but under such circumstances, it was difficult to sneak attack with Li Huo. Although the piece of spiritual armor has no other functions, it has no protection. Even if his own Lihuo is invincible, it cannot be penetrated in one go.

The cultivation base of these two people is higher than that of Ji Feng, here is not a place to talk about fairness, watching the person approaching him step by step, another person came behind him at a distance of two feet, and even sacrificed a magic weapon in his hand , at least at the treasure level.

"Boy, take your life." The cultivator under the tortoise shell shouted, and raised a ball of light in his hand to shoot at Dialect, which turned out to be the magic talisman that Dialect used to attack.

If he put it on any longer, he would be blown up by the magic talisman, Fang Yan jumped forward, instead of retreating, he advanced.

The cultivator in front only felt a flash of white light, and a man in green clothes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He was shocked, and quickly activated his spirit armor.

Fang Yan was puzzled, only Ji Feng knew about his possession of a puppet, not even Scar and the others, why did the visitor seem to know everything, first tried his best to be on guard, and fled quickly as soon as he sacrificed himself, how could Fang Yan know What the opponent feared was not the puppet, but his Lihuo attack.

After sacrificing the puppet, dialect's spiritual consciousness was consumed very violently, and he had to make a quick decision to resolve the battle. He threw a nourishing pill into his mouth to supplement the consumption of spiritual consciousness and relieve the fatigue of spiritual consciousness a little.

The puppet over there was not afraid of the miasma, and was faster than the two of them, and had already approached the monk in the tortoise shell.

I don’t know who designed this puppet back then. When he could use his fists, he never used spells. He only heard the sound of dangdang. The opponent's attack, but in the blink of an eye, the opponent grabbed the spirit armor on his lower back, wanted to take the risk of flying out of the miasma, but was held tightly by the person beside him, and he couldn't even escape.

What surprised this monk even more was that the spirit armor on his body, which was at the level of a middle-grade treasure, was enough to withstand the attack of a high-grade treasure, but it couldn't block the opponent's fist, and was smashed into a dent abruptly, and the monk inside I felt my front heart pressed against my back, and then I felt that my eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets.

The last thought that flashed in this person's mind was: "Is this the kid's top-grade treasure?"

It's troublesome to say, but in fact, from jumping up in the dialect to offering the puppet, from the monk retreating to being killed by the puppet, it took only a split second, and the person following behind just realized that something was wrong and saw his companion death.

This situation was not only unexpected by those two people, but also dialect did not expect it. He knocked down a monk on the fifth or sixth floor of the foundation with his fist, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. What kind of cultivation can do this.

When Wang Ling saw Zhao Yu face to face, he fell to the ground, and a monk with a high level of cultivation appeared in front of him. Soon, Wang Ling realized that something was wrong. "Puppet?" Wang Ling was surprised. The figure retreated quickly in order to avoid the attack of the chasing puppet.

Just when Wang Ling thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly found that the puppet in front of him suddenly stopped moving, and his fist was only two inches away from his face.

"Haha, boy, you can't push such a high-level puppet. You don't have enough spiritual knowledge, right? I didn't expect such a harvest today. Zhao and brother, I'm here to avenge you."

The dialect is also difficult to say, I didn't expect this puppet to consume so much consciousness, but in a blink of an eye, my consciousness can no longer motivate him, even the Yangshen pill can't replenish it for a while, seeing that the other party has reacted, throwing it out of his hand Several talismans attacked him.

What's wrong with this person now, he learns to attack with magic talismans by himself, you are a middle-level cultivator in building a foundation, seeing this, Dialect couldn't help but hate in his heart, how did he know that the cultivator on the opposite side was attacked by Qian Feng's sword at the beginning, and was killed in a blink of an eye Dialect killing, this is a top-grade weapon to guard against dialects.

Fortunately, Dialect still has the Bee Queen Beast. Although it is impossible to kill the opponent, stalking the enemy is not a problem. A few bee stings flew out, and Dialect stepped on the butterfly dance to dodge the flying talisman.

"Hey, fourth-order queen bee beast, mutated and upgraded?" As soon as the queen bee beast attacked, Wang Ling also found out that it was different, and secretly said trouble in his heart. He didn't know how to get these things in a dialect whose cultivation was only in the refining period. , the queen bee beast is nothing, but there are puppets comparable to the high-level foundation establishment.

The Queen Bee just made Wang Ling feel troublesome. He didn't think that he could escape with the dialect of this Bee Beast. If the bee beast is dismissed, I can take him down in just a moment. Even if he still has a high-grade treasure, it can't exert much power if he barely pushes it. There is an unknown magic weapon on him, which even his companions cannot do not know things.

Both Wang Ling and Fang Yan are secretly calculating each other in their hearts at this moment, and it is impossible to stop at this moment.

Dialect's plan is very simple, for melee attack, as long as he is within one zhang of the opponent, his Lihuo can hit the target steadily, even if he can't kill him, it is enough for him to drink a pot. Back then, the monks of Xudan couldn't withstand Lihuo's attack , Dialect doesn't think that the opponent, a middle-stage foundation-building cultivator, can resist it.

While dodging, Fang Yan threw out a few magic talismans with one hand. The opponent just used the magic talismans to attack temporarily. Dialect has experienced this for a long time, and there is no battle where he does not use it.

Dialect's attack was within Wang Ling's expectation. When he fought Qian Feng for the first time, a lot of talismans flew around. That's why Wang Ling prepared a lot of talismans, but he didn't expect that there was no one on Fang Yan There are so many talismans, there are already hundreds of talismans, and Dialect is still throwing out talismans, Wang Ling feels sorry for Dialect, there are thousands of spirit stones.

The queen bee around him is still harassing constantly. He needs to distract himself from dealing with the bee while avoiding the charms thrown by the dialect. Naturally, the consumption is greater than that of the dialect. I have consumed a lot of mana, and the cultivation level of the dialect on the other side is far inferior to my own. I am sure that there is not much mana left at the moment. hit.

Wang Ling's prediction was good, but the mana in Dialect's body was not much left, less than one-third of it, and the butterfly dance was also an extremely mana-consuming technique, not to mention the need to activate the middle-grade treasure of Qianlingwang. The opponent rushed over, the dialect was not surprised but delighted, with a turn of the palm, Huo Yan shot out.

"Ah, Lihuo, no wonder, but boy, even Lihuo can't do anything to my magic weapon." Wang Ling instantly realized that the thing attacking him was Lihuo, one of the real fires, and he also understood How did Qian Feng die back then? I thought that Fang Yan had a high-grade treasure, but it turned out that he subdued a Lihuo.

Wang Ling didn't back down, turned his palms sharply, and uttered a hand formula.

Fang Yan saw a multicolored light flashing in front of the opponent, and a multicolored shield blocked his chest, and his invincible Lihuo was actually blocked. What kind of magic weapon is this?
Fang Yan was shocked. The fatal blow he had prepared had no effect. At this moment, Fang Yan was only four or five feet away from his opponent. After the opponent blocked the fire, another orange spear appeared in the other hand, and a beam of light shot at Fang Yan.

Fang Yan knew that even if he blocked the opponent's attack, he would not escape his life. Lihuo, his last hole card, was still fighting against that shield, and the opponent's cultivation level was several layers higher than his own. Fire naturally breaks without attacking.

It is impossible to motivate the puppet. Now that Dialect's spiritual consciousness has recovered a little, even if he sacrifices the puppet, he can't support it for a while, and he can't allow Dialect to think about it. Seeing that the opponent's attack has already reached him, any delay will be useless , Fang Yan gritted his teeth, rushed up to meet the shadow of the gun, threw out a gray-brown thing in his hand, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and shouted: "The ghost comes out."

Regardless of the ghost's backlash, Fang Yan sacrificed the soul bone again, and what's more, he even sprayed a big mouthful of blood on it. Even if he could kill the opponent, Fang Yan would be very troublesome.

The ghost who absorbed a large mouthful of dialect's blood was very brave, and entered Wang Ling's body in a short time.

"Ah, ghost?" Wang Ling, who realized that his body had been invaded, was no longer as calm as before. The attack of ghosts is different from spells, and they directly attack the souls. The opponent of the ghost saw him holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, standing there as if he had become a sculpture.

Surprisingly, Fang Yan didn't move anymore, his left shoulder was pierced by a spear, and blood was still oozing out, and Li Huo retreated back to Fang Yan's body at some point, the Queen Bee didn't know what happened, suddenly In the meantime, his enemy lost his breath, and the master seemed to have a problem, so he immediately returned to Fang Yan to protect him.

(End of this chapter)