Seeing that the Shengjie Daoist who had become the end of the strong crossbow finally disappeared from his breath, Fang Yan did not stop his movements immediately, and cautiously urged the peach miasma poison and the trace of scorpion poison to continue to swim in the body of the mid-stage great monk on the ground, and after a while, Fang Yan paused his body, and then sat down directly on his knees, and began to refine the pill to restore his strength, a touch of red and a black line shot out from the flesh on the ground, and in an instant, it disappeared into Fang Yan's body, and the ancient beast that was very fierce before also shrank into a black bead and fell into Fang Yan's hands。 (_Bubble & Book & Bar)

Killed a distracted monk again, or a real distraction mid-stage monk, although there are many favorable conditions, the other party was seriously injured, and was confined to the magic weapon space, but with the dialect just promoted to the distraction has such a feat, if it is known, it will be shocked, but the dialect will not be preached at all, and it is the consistent principle of the dialect to make a fortune.

The four distracted mid-stage great monks, now gone to the second, looking at the body of the Sheng Jie Dao man who fell in front of him and the body of the dead and sinking Yuan Infant in it, thinking that there was another distraction mid-stage great monk in another space, and then Fang Yan probed the movement on the platform outside through the Sen Ran scroll, and his face showed a little fierce, and the dialect after this battle became a little more confident and precipitated.

After a long time, Fang Yan, who had recovered most of his mana divine sense, stood up, waved his hand to take the flesh on the ground into his hand, and after a while, bits and pieces scattered from Sheng Jie Daoren's body.

"Not just an idiot, but a poor ghost. Looking at the pile of magic weapons scattered in front of him, Fang Yan pouted and said.

"Fang Yan, you are used to living a luxurious life, there are several people in the Xuanlan Domain who have a net worth like you, and this one has such a magic weapon is already a good existence. When the nonsense man on the side heard the words in the dialect, he couldn't help pouting and said, but he said in tongues.

Ignoring the words of the nonsense man, the dialect divine sense swept towards this pile of spiritual artifact magic weapons, and it could be seen that this distracted mid-stage great monk named Sheng Jie Daoren was not a generous master, and there was naturally no high-grade spiritual weapon, and the highest grade among the several magic weapons was the scepter magic weapon that he waved in his hand before, two seals. The word 'Fengyun' was engraved on the handle, and the rest were just medium-colored items among the medium-grade spiritual weapons, and the dialect only glanced at them a few times, and without careful investigation, they were all included in the Qiankun pot along with the physical body.

There are also a few jade slips, except for a jade slip in which it took a little more time to scan the alchemy method, other exercises and other dialects such as the experience were just casually scanned, and they swept by, I don't know how many of these things are in the treasure hall of the Heavenly Star Sect, and it is not that the content of these jade slips on this scattered cultivator who does not know the origin is comparable, and the dialect is naturally not eye-catching.

It was a few jade bottles filled with pills that made Fang Yan pause slightly, not to mention those who supplemented mana and divine sense, Fang Yan smiled casually, but the last jade bottle made Fang Yan a little interested, after opening the seal, a pure fluctuation immediately flashed out, only by breath dialect can be concluded that even if it is not a seven-grade elixir, it is definitely the best of the six grades, what interests Fang Yan is that what flashes is not the fluctuation of pure aura, but a fishy smell, maybe there is something else, but the current dialect has no heart to study, and then these are included in the Qiankun pot and no longer pay attention。

After everything was put together, Fang Yan stared and thought, the Taoist named Zhou Hao, who was still trapped over there, was not within the scope of Fang Yan's thinking, and there was always a chance to clean him up and kill him in the future, Fang Yan was thinking at the moment, what should the two outside do, don't think about it head-on, just now this distracted mid-stage monk has been seriously injured, and he also needs to attack with all his strength to kill him, in the face of those two, it would be good to be able to protect himself.

Since he ingested that Zhou Hao into the Senran Scroll, the remaining two mid-stage distraction cultivators have been different from the past, even when facing the two illusion demon beasts, they will no longer separate to meet the enemy, and the previous means of imprisoning Zhou Hao will not work, Fang Yan sensed the movement in the black aura outside through the Senran Scroll, and slowly thought.

"Hu Daoren, in the face of the joint bombardment of two distracted mid-stage monks, how sure are you that you can stop it. After thinking about it, the dialect that couldn't think of a trick casually asked Hu Daoren.

"Two mid-stage distraction cultivators?dialect, aren't you joking, even if the Star Burial Robe can be stopped, you can't withstand that kind of impact, even if your body refining technique is strong, comparable to a medium-grade spiritual weapon, maybe you can't wait until you reach the middle stage of distraction or at least the peak of the early stage of distraction. "Hu Dao people should pour a basin of cold water.

Hearing the words of the nonsense people, the dialect pouted again, how can the dialect spoken by the nonsense people not know, is it just that? No, even if the dialect denies its own idea, although this platform can imprison them for a while, it cannot be banned forever, and the dialect has no bottom in his heart.

If they die directly here, it will be fine, but after a long time, it is difficult to say that the two of them will not find a way out and leave this platform, not to mention whether they can get any benefits from the Wuzu Desolate Tomb, just two distracted mid-stage monks are enough to make Fang Yan always vigilant, the previous few people showed, Fang Yan knew that they had already given birth to a killing heart for themselves, and even did not hesitate to offend the prestige of the Heavenly Star Sect, unless they planned to stay in the sect all the time in the future, or come out to experience and practice with the predecessors of the sect, otherwise it would be a great trouble after all, and if they want to encounter such favorable conditions again, I don't know if there is a chance。

A moment later, a fierce look suddenly flashed in Fang Yan's eyes.

"Dialects?" the nonsense man who sensed the fluctuation of the dialect's divine consciousness looked towards the dialect.

"Hu Daoren, wait and urge the Star Burial Robe to protect us with all your might, and whether you succeed or fail is a blow here. The dialect didn't explain, but just commanded the nonsense, and there was a hint of determination in his tone.

Knowing that the dialect had made up his mind, Hu Daoren didn't know what the dialect was going to do, so he didn't ask more, just answered, and then looked out through the Senran scroll like a dialect, but unfortunately he didn't practice the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging like the dialect, he could only see the black aura that permeated the outside, and felt a trace of fluctuation, but it was difficult to know the specific details of the black qi.

Suddenly, there was a stirring of black aura outside, and the nonsense man knew that this was a sign that the transfiguration demon beast was about to appear again.

Immediately, the Hudao people heard the voice of the dialect: "Hudao people, prepare." ”

"Rest assured. Knowing that the dialect was about to strike, the nonsense people immediately responded, although they didn't know what the dialect wanted to do, but it was already best to be ready to urge the ontology magic weapon at any time.

The black aura outside became more and more intense, and the battle situation reached its climax, and in another moment, it should be time for the two distracted mid-stage great monks to kill the two illusion demon beasts, and at this moment, Hu Daoren noticed that a breath flickered beside him, and a figure escaped from the magic weapon space of the Senran Scroll.

Hu Daoren, who was about to exclaim, soon found that it was not his master's dialect that had just escaped, and the dialect was still standing beside him, staring intently outside.

Thinking back to the induction situation just now, Hu Daoren's face showed a little surprise, he knew who the figure was, it was the distraction mid-stage monk who he had killed with his master Fang Yan before, and at the same time, Hu Daoren also guessed the plan of the dialect, a distraction early stage monk gave up the body of a distraction mid-stage monk in this way, even Hu Daoren, who had followed the dialect for a long time, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration again, such a body made it impossible for Fang Yan to reach the peak of the early stage of distraction, but it was absolute to cultivate to a higher level of strength。

The nonsense man who knew that the matter was urgent did not say a word, but he was much more concerned about the connection of the ontological magic weapon in his mind.

Suddenly, a shouting voice came from outside into the Sen Ran scroll.

"Sheng Jie, can you finally show up?" was the voice of the most powerful Lone Eagle Daoist.

"No, this is not Sheng Jie. Immediately, another exclamation sounded, but it was Anxiong Daoren, who had already clashed with dialects before.