Things often didn't go as expected, and after another two days, the dialect that was refining felt that this power kept fluctuating, and the frequency was much faster than before. Bubble *book* bar ()

Fang Yan hurriedly retracted the exercises, stopped refining this strange power, and as soon as he raised his head, he felt a coercion coming towards him from above.

This is a big surprise for the dialect, this coercion is not as good as that divine consciousness, but the amount of argument is much more than that, and the dialect feels that it is shrouded by this coercion in all directions, and there is nowhere to escape.

Soon, a kind-looking old man appeared in front of Fang Yan, who was Wu Bo Wu Xiong, who had been on the road for ten days in a row.

"The master's divine thoughts are here, that is, you destroyed the body of my young master?"

Fang Yan controlled his somewhat trembling body, resisted this coercion, and the other party's question came from his consciousness, and he wanted to speak but couldn't.

"Hey, you can resist hard in my situation, but it's a pity, it's going to be destroyed in my hands today, do you plan to surrender voluntarily, or do you want me to destroy you with my own hands. ”

For some reason, Wu Xiong didn't do it immediately, but kept using words to suppress dialects.

Fang Yan didn't make a sound, but he found that he hadn't finished refining the Taixi Soil again, and under such heavy pressure, the Taixi Soil sleeping in the flesh and bones exuded bursts of power again, although it was not as violent as a few days ago, but it was as moisturizing as spring rain.

Wu Xiong on the other side was even more surprised to see that under the pressure of his foundation building cultivator's unique power, a small qi refining cultivator could support it for such a long time, and at this moment he no longer doubted the truth that dialects could destroy Rong Hao's physical body.

"Boy, if you surrender, I will leave you a divine soul, as a weapon soul to enter my magic weapon to cultivate, in the future, when my magic weapon is promoted to a spiritual weapon, I can find a body for you to regain freedom, are you willing." ”

Wu Xiong didn't understand the dialect of what he said, but he still understood what he left behind, but was the dialect that only left the soul still a dialect? As the remnants of the earth were nourished, the dialect had already felt a sense of loosening.

"I'm willing you to be big, old thing, let's try the tricks first. ”

The person in front of him doesn't know what cultivation is, but he is stronger than anyone he has ever seen in Fang Yan, Rong Canghai has not released coercion in front of him at the beginning, in terms of that divine sense, this person in front of him should not be as good as Rong Canghai, but the difference is not big, not to mention that this difference has no effect on Fang Yan at all, just like for a person who can only carry a hundred catties, there is no difference between a thousand catties and two thousand catties, they can't be carried.

The dialect that was able to make a move just now immediately used his biggest killer weapon, which was the puppet man.

Seeing the man in Tsing Yi suddenly appearing in front of him, Wu Xiong was also shocked, this person was completely unaffected by his own power, and walked straight towards him, and then Wu Xiong found out that this was not a living person, but a puppet, a puppet that built the foundation of the Great Perfection.

"Boy, I can't imagine that you have this kind of puppet, but with your cultivation, how long can you support it. ”

Wu Xiong flipped his hands, and a giant sword appeared in his hand, taller than his body, bang, and the puppet of the dialect fought together, Wu Xiong is also a monk of the Great Perfection of the Foundation, facing the puppet of the same Great Perfection of the Foundation, it was difficult to take it down for a while, but he seemed to have made up his mind to delay time, and if he wanted to control such a high-level puppet, the dialect would definitely not last.

Wu Xiong seems to have practiced the physical refining technique, and he does not fall behind in close combat with the puppeteers, and occasionally does not dodge the attack that he loses, and uses his body to take it hard, and he does not see any damage.

Fang Yan is also anxious, but his divine sense can't support it for too long, although it is longer than the previous breath, it is only a dozen breaths, and it has been several rounds, and he has not taken down the other party, so he can't say it, he is about to launch a blood escape.

Just at the last moment, Fang Yan suddenly heard Wu Xiong screaming, and seemed to be very hurt, so he stopped caring about the puppet man and quickly retreated to the rear.

Fang Yan took the puppet man back in surprise, only to find that at some point, a trace of miasma appeared on the puppeteer's hand, the same as in the peach miasma forest in Lingyuan Valley, but it was more condensed than those natural ones, could it be that this miasma made the other party retreat?

Before thinking about it, Fang Yan put away the puppeteer, quickly urged the Evian Sword, and hurriedly left here, in fact, Fang Yan preferred to pursue that Wu Xiong, but the other party's escape technique was very exquisite, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye, and there was no trace if he wanted to chase it.

Urging the Evian Sword with all his might, the speed of the dialect reached an astonishing three thousand miles per hour, but the mana consumption was also extremely fast, the dialect only supported for more than an hour, and after flying out of more than three thousand miles, he had to reduce the speed and continue to fly at a speed of one thousand, and at the same time, the Gathering Spirit Pill kept throwing it into his mouth like a snack.

Just now, Fang Yan ran the breath technique and ventured through the territory of the fifth-order demon beast, I don't know if this demon beast has found it, and I don't know if this demon beast will stop that person for a while, Fang Yan is also trying to survive in death, if he meets that person again, it will not be so easy to escape, there are really not many things he can rely on, although the red cicada queen bee beast is worthy of a foundation building monk, but if he wants to deal with that person, Fang Yan himself feels that there is little hope.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan stopped in a small forest, the aura of the fifth-order demon beast behind him had faded, and the breath of the other one in front of him could also be felt, this should be the junction of the territory of the two fifth-order demon beasts.

Wu Xiong, who found out that something was wrong and immediately ran away, was also uncomfortable, he didn't expect that the puppet who had been fighting in close combat actually had such a vicious thing as miasma, and it was a condensed miasma, not only the body would be poisoned, but even the soul would not be spared, and he accidentally let the miasma into the body.

Wu Xiong also has his own plans, he has been looking for a suitable divine soul for many years, ready to refine into his natal magic weapon, his natal magic weapon is already the pinnacle of the high-grade treasure weapon, if you want to improve, you must use the divine soul to practice from time to time, it is possible to promote the best, and it is possible to further promote the spiritual weapon, but the suitable divine soul is extremely difficult to find, and the root that is too weak will dissipate if it is tempered, and Wu Xiong, who is too strong, cannot receive it.

This is also the reason why he saw that Fang Yan could stand strong for so long under the pressure of his foundation building great perfection, but he did not kill the killer, and the Qi refining period cultivator had such a condensed divine soul, which was the best choice for cultivating the instrument spirit.

If you want to improve the level of the magic weapon, you must recuperate for a long time, this is not the most important, the most important thing is to have a tool spirit, the soul in the treasure weapon is not a tool spirit, at most it is a tool soul, like the soul in the soul bone of the dialect, even the instrument soul is not counted, can only be driven by the master, and can not kill the enemy by itself, only after being promoted to the spirit weapon, the spirit body can become the instrument spirit, after becoming the instrument spirit, not only is closely related to the master, but also can take the initiative to use the magic weapon, which is equivalent to an extra helper of the same level or even a higher level, and Wu Xiong cannot be moved。

As soon as he fought with Fang Yan, Wu Xiong found that Fang Yan was a ruthless character, so he didn't dare to stay longer, and hurriedly ran away, but he didn't give up, if he could detain the spirit of Fang Yan and refine it into his magic weapon, then it was very likely that he would be able to upgrade the treasure weapon into a spiritual weapon, and the spiritual weapon he cultivated by himself was naturally more handy than the spiritual weapon refined by others.

Wu Xiong was refining the miasma here, and the dialect was also refining that divine thought, originally he thought it was a divine consciousness, but just now he heard the old man say, only to know that it was originally a divine thought, and the dialect could not understand what it was like to turn the divine thought out, and even be able to attack others, but this did not prevent him from knowing that the divine thought separation was a skill that only the Jindan monk could master, if the dialect could also separate the divine thought, then the puppet man could be completely placed outside, and he would not have to consume his divine consciousness all the time, from another point of view, the separation of the divine thought and his own doppelganger was not much different, but it was not so stable, just like Rong Canghai's divine thought was trapped in his body, although it can't be refined for a while, it is absolutely impossible for it to escape.

The Great Perfection of Foundation Building is worthy of the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, Fang Yan has just recovered his mana, and it has not been an hour since he refined that divine thought, and he felt the divine thought in his body shaking and fluctuating, and it seemed that the old man was approaching him again.

Fang Yan waved his hand to release the puppet man, and two more shadows flashed one after another, and the red cicada and the queen bee beast also came out, and then a dodge disappeared from Fang Yan's eyes.

Fang Yan actually planned to fight an ambush here, Fang Yan knew that he couldn't escape the Jindan Great Monk no matter what, only here, the other party could still take care of the surrounding fifth-order demon beasts, and he didn't dare to fight, if he left the territory of the fifth-order demon beasts, I am afraid that he would really be as that person wished, and he would regard his divine soul as his instrument soul.