Fang Yan had already urged his divine sense to the extreme, sensing the subtle fluctuations in the eyes of this sword array, and his illusionary eyes were also urging, wanting to see through the void and reality of this large array, but even so, the condensation runes again and again, merging into the surrounding void, still failed again and again.

"Dialect, it's hard to succeed if you go on like this, unless you can improve the formation to a higher level. Seeing such a situation, Hu Daoren couldn't help but remind.

Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Fang Yan smiled bitterly, how difficult it is to cultivate the formation to improve again, and it is more difficult to condense the last imaginary formation rune than all the previous ones combined, and even that phantom, the current dialect is not ready to be condensed at any time.

In an instant, the dialect that was shaking his head suddenly paused, and then laughed twice: "Hu Daoren, you work harder, if you don't succeed this time, according to your opinion, we will break through." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the nonsense man to respond, Fang Yan dodged and fled into the space of the forest scroll, leaving only the Hu Daoren and the star burial robe outside to guard the surroundings, and the Hu Dao man, who did not know what Fang Yan had in mind, could only shake his head, and then stared intently at the surroundings, ready for the possible power to kill.

Fleeing into the dialect of the depths of the Senran scroll, he took out a jade slip with a flip of his hand: "I can't say that I have to rely on a mouse this time?"

It turned out that after hearing the reminder of the nonsense people, Fang Yan thought of one thing, he wanted to condense the last formation rune that conformed to the way of heaven within a period of time, it was impossible to break it, but it was not only possible to rely on the formation cultivation to break the formation, many monks did not know the formation, and they could act with magic weapons such as the formation cone and the formation breaking charm, although they did not have these magic weapons in their hands, but there was a magic power, which was also a thing that had a great effect on breaking the formation, that is, the rat beast and the demon beast of the day. Originally, Fang Yan thought that he would practice it again when he had the opportunity in the future, and he would be able to use it when he touched the Great Forbidden Array outside the Tongling Peak in the future, but he forgot that now is also the right time.

The magic power of the demon clan, sure enough, is different from the monk's lineage, the dialect has already scanned the content of the jade slip before, and after thinking carefully for a moment at this moment, he put away the jade slip and began to cultivate, it is very easy to start, the strength of the dialect to distract the cultivator, but the tea kung fu, he has already mastered this magical power, but as the dialect knew before, it is slightly better than nothing, and the chicken ribs are very, and it is even not as good as his own illusion breaking eye, which was originally a magic power exercise for the phantom array.

The key is still on the drop of essence blood, as soon as Fang Yan's palm moved, a drop of golden yellow appeared, with the movement of Fang Yan's divine sense, one after another the forbidden runes dissipated, revealing the unique breath of the seventh-order demon beast rat beast, without stopping for a moment, Fang Yan stretched out his hands, and caged this drop of golden essence blood in his hand, and after a while, there was a trace of strange power along the meridians of Fang Yan into the body, and Fang Yan's eyes seemed to gradually light up.

The face of the Hu Dao man who had been standing outside had already shown an anxious expression, although there was a distance from the giant sword at this moment, but the amazing momentum and coercion on the giant sword still made the Hu Dao people very uncomfortable, even if they dodged in the ontology magic weapon, they could also sense its ubiquity, and the Hu Dao people did not bother the cultivation of dialects, which was more important, and the Hu Dao people could also distinguish clearly.

At this moment, suddenly Hu Daoren's expression was grim, and behind him, another fluctuation flashed at the barrier where he and Fang Yan had stepped into the formation before, and when he looked intently, Hu Daoren saw another monk stepping into this room.

The power of the giant sword is needless to mention, but the aura of the star burial robe is also extremely conspicuous, and the monk who just flashed in was slightly stunned at first, and then swept the Hu Daoren dialect for a moment and then said loudly: "I don't know which Taoist friend it is." ”

Hearing the other party's question, where would Hu Daoren respond, as long as he showed a little breath of cultivation, he would arouse the suspicion of others.

It's just that the silent nonsense man did not make the distracted monk a little less curious, and the monk who dared to enter here, there was no one who was not a human spirit, and he noticed that the other party was unwilling to talk to him, and the distracted monk spoke again: "Since there is something wrong with the Taoist friend, then a certain family will take the first step." "Said to be the first, but a wisp of hidden aura suddenly shot towards the Star Burial Robe.

With a wave flashing, this wisp of breath was dispersed, and there was still no movement over there, but the monk's expression moved slightly, and he immediately leaned closer, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, could it be that he has suffered some damage, there are dangers everywhere here, you and I should fight side by side, I have some elixir here, Daoist friends might as well take it." ”

As he spoke, the monk had already moved his body towards the direction of the Star Burial Robe.

Although Hu Daoren's cultivation is not high, but he didn't know how many intrigues he had experienced in Wangjiaoxing back then, just looking at this person's performance, he also knew that the other party had a different mind, so he had no choice but to say loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need it, Daoist friends, please take care of yourself." ”

Yuan Infant Breath?The body of the doppelganger?Isn't his body healing?As long as the injury is not light, as long as it is here, it is not light, and looking at the faint power of the Star Burial Robe again, the monk shouted again: "Why do you need to see outside, I will help you." ”

A stronger power came towards the Star Burial Robe and caged it, the last time it was secretly tempted, and this time it was already openly tempting the virtual reality.

Hu Daoren knew that he couldn't do anything, and he just snorted coldly, what he was worried about was just the momentum and coercion of the giant sword, if it was just a distracted monk, even if it was a distraction mid-stage monk, Hu Daoren was not the slightest bit afraid, and now the star burial robe has long been restored to its original state, and the distraction mid-stage monk here is far less than the existence of the same level in the Xuanlan domain, although it is impossible to win the battle, but it is enough to protect himself with the star burial robe, but I am afraid that I will have to interrupt the cultivation of dialects later, and I can no longer stand the momentum of the giant sword after the loss。

"Haha, there is such a magic weapon, no wonder I don't care about the friendship of my fellow citizens. "The so-called people die for money, birds die for food, a high-level magic weapon for a monk, has a great attraction, with his own power shrouded in the opponent's defense but dissipated in an instant, this monk is not too surprised, his face showed a little joy, although he has not yet noticed the true grade of that magic weapon, but he also knows that it must be extraordinary, and found that the other party still does not have any movement to fight back, and even shouted wildly, there is no longer any hand left at the moment, and the one-style bombardment method is even out, and it falls towards the star burial robe。

In a moment, the expression on the monk's face changed from joy, to surprise, and finally to ecstasy until he showed a bit of madness: "This is the top existence in the medium-grade spirit weapon, I didn't expect to have such an opportunity here, even if there is no gain in the cave this time, it is enough to have this magic weapon." ”

It's just that his ecstasy only lasted for a few breaths, and before he could break through the defense of that magic weapon, he heard a shouting voice coming straight into his ears: "Get out." ”

With this shout, a figure flashed out, followed by a sword light, which slashed straight down.

Aware of this earth-shattering sword, the monk was immediately startled, and repeatedly urged the exercises to resist, and at the same time flashed back behind him.

Seeing Fang Yan's figure, Hu Daoren finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked quietly: "Fang Yan, but there is a plan?"

"I should be able to give it a try, but the time is shorter, and I know that I should have spent some time cultivating that supernatural power before. Fang Yan sent a divine sense to the Hu Dao people, and then turned his eyes to the uninvited guest opposite, and after urging the Dawu Sword Formation to force the other party back, Fang Yan did not urge the follow-up moves, and looked up and down a little, and saw that it was another distracted mid-stage monk, weaker than the one who was killed by himself before, but this is not a place to fight, and there is no preparation for the previous time, even if it is a hard fight, it is difficult to kill the other party smoothly, but it is just a waste of energy, and now it is the main one who enters the giant sword first, it is difficult to say that if you stay for a while, there will be no more people who will follow。

Sensing the strength of the dialect, the monk who knew that he couldn't do anything hated to look at the dialect, and then dodged and fled backwards, and in the retreat, he also saw the flowing runes in his hand over there, and two faint rays of light that were only an inch long suddenly appeared, and then the shape of the dialect disappeared quietly.