The stalemate for several days made Xiang Fei a little angry, and he was distracted and stunned because he couldn't help a Yuan Infant Junior, not a matter of strength, but that Fang Yan had no intention of confronting him head-on, and wanted to erase Fang Yan's Divine Sense Mark and seize the other party's magic weapon, except for the first time when he approached the Divine Sense Imprint, it was difficult to have such a chance to be repeatedly invaded by Fang Yan later.

In the past few days, he has also used means and exercises to bombard the space where he is trapped again, but it is still as difficult to shake as it was at the beginning, and it is even much more stable.

He knew that if he continued to stalemate like this, he was like a frog boiled in warm water in dialects, constantly consuming his mana and divine sense, and even patience, and in the end it must be himself who was unlucky, but many exercises could not help this unknown magic weapon, let alone hurt the dialect that did not see it, and the divine consciousness that originally wanted to consume the dialect made him tired and then exposed his flaws, but he has not succeeded, it has been a few days, and the divine consciousness of the dialect has not weakened at all, like a poisonous snake, it may flash and bombard his divine consciousness and divine thoughts at any time。

Xiang Fei knew that the time had come for him to make his own decisions, so he had to blow up his magic weapon to get out? Xiang Fei finally gave birth to an idea that he thought was absolutely impossible and unbelievable, no distracted monk would have the intention of self-destructing the magic weapon in the face of a Yuan Infant junior, this kind of means of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred should have been considered when dealing with opponents whose cultivation was much higher than his own, but at the moment Xiang Fei found that it seemed that in addition to this method, he had no more ways to break through this cage, if it was another day and a half, maybe he would not even have this choice.

Being able to cultivate to the point of distraction, and being a disciple of the Heavenly Star Sect, Xiang Fei is not lacking in experience, but in an instant, he knows that this is the most suitable choice now, but for a while, he can't make up his mind, only relying on his own induction, Xiang Fei also knows that even if the lower grade spirit weapon explodes, it will be difficult to break through this space, even if it can blast open a few gaps, the outside is still inside the magic weapon, and he still remembers the situation when he entered here that day, and what he is now in is just one of the grand halls.

If you want to completely blast open the space of this magic weapon, I am afraid that it is possible to explode the magic weapon above the medium-grade spiritual weapon and burst out with the power comparable to the high-grade spiritual weapon, although the spiritual weapon in the Xuanlan domain is much easier to see than the cultivation realm, but it is not a cabbage that can be seen everywhere, and not every monk is as rich as a dialect, or when the Yuanying cultivates, I don't know how many high-level magic weapons have exploded.

Xiang Fei also has a medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, but there are only two pieces, one of which is still his natal magic weapon flying sword, and the other heart armor is not a natal magic weapon, but it has also been practiced for many years, these two magic weapons are not things that can be discarded casually for Xiang Fei, a distracted monk from the inner gate of the Heavenly Star Sect, not to mention the natal flying sword, it is another heart armor is also a defensive magic weapon that Xiang Fei has always relied on, no matter which one is lost, it is a great weakening of Xiang Fei's strength, if it were not for this, many years ago, he chose to self-detonate the magic weapon to blast up the space。

It's just that at this moment, it seems that he can't hesitate anymore, and Xiang Fei, who was about to make up his mind to ruthlessly explode the magic weapon, suddenly found that things had taken a turn for the better, and the dialect that had been entangled in his divine consciousness and divine thoughts actually died down, and seemed to have taken his divine consciousness back.

A flash of joy flashed in Xiang Fei's heart: "Could it be that he can't support it?" After all, the Zhongpin spirit weapon is not something that can be discarded, suppressing the urge to self-detonate the magic weapon, Xiang Fei once again urged his divine consciousness wrapped in divine thoughts to probe into the depths of the magic weapon, and went towards the core position of the magic weapon that had been touched once before.

A moment later, Xiang Fei's ecstatic shout sounded, although Fang Yan had two more divine sense attacks, but the strength was far less than before, weaker than before, where would Xiang Fei, who had been killed for a long time, not know, this was a manifestation of the exhaustion of the divine soul and the difficulty of controlling the divine sense.

"Haha, dialect, little Yuanying Monk, it's so rampant, I'll let you know the strength of the Distracted Monk later. ”

In an instant, Xiang Fei's dissipated self-confidence returned to his body, and he seemed to have forgotten the previous embarrassment, and also forgot the idea of preparing to self-detonate the magic weapon just now, urging his divine consciousness and divine thoughts to attack and kill the core of the magic weapon again and again, as long as the dialect divine sense imprint in it is erased, this magic weapon will no longer be controlled by the dialect, although Xiang Fei cannot control it, but without the master's magic weapon, even if it is a medium-grade or even higher-grade magic weapon, what is Xiang Fei afraid of, without this magic weapon that imprisons himself, what is there to fear of a dialect。

Seeing that the divine sense attacks of the dialect were becoming more frequent but weaker, Xiang Fei was even more sure of his guess, and he no longer paid attention to the divine consciousness attacks of the dialects.

"An idiot. Suddenly, a light voice came into Xiang Fei's ears.

Hearing the voice of the dialect, Xiang Fei, who was still erasing the imprint of the dialect's divine sense, felt a pang in his heart, even he himself didn't know, he didn't know when, in his heart, the dialect was no longer a junior of the Yuanying, but an opponent of the same level.

However, soon, Xiang Fei regained his composure, the attack of the dialect did not come, and his divine consciousness and divine thoughts had already invaded the divine consciousness imprint.

"Bluffing, small means are small means after all. The same disdainful words came out of Xiang Fei's mouth, but before the words fell, there was an exclamation: "What the hell is this." ”

"Small means, not elegant, but enough to deal with you. Fang Yan's cold voice sounded again, and although he could still feel the weariness of Fang Yan, it was as serious as it had been shown before.

Xiang Fei suddenly found that two breaths invaded his Divine Consciousness Divine Thoughts from the middle, and the two highly poisonous breaths attacked and killed at both ends respectively, one end was the core of his magic weapon to erase the Divine Consciousness Mark, and the other end was along his Divine Consciousness Divine Mind towards the Divine Consciousness Divine Soul, and both breaths were all highly poisonous breaths.

Xiang Fei was shocked in his heart, but in an instant, his divine consciousness and divine thoughts had a lot of damage, especially the black line that came in the direction of his sea consciousness divine soul, the power was even more amazing.

If it has not yet invaded the imprint of the divine consciousness, the divine thought can be withdrawn as soon as it moves, and it can naturally isolate these poisonous breaths from the body, even if there is some damage, it is not a big problem, but it has entered the core of the magic weapon, and it is difficult to recover it for a while.

"Xiang Fei, if you don't accept it, you can blow up the magic weapon and see if you can escape. ”

Hearing a cold voice from the dialect again, Xiang Fei almost wanted to vomit blood, and was attacked and killed by two poisonous breaths, if he exploded the magic weapon again and damaged his mind, wouldn't it accelerate his demise, at this moment, Xiang Fei didn't know where he was, all along, Fang Yan was digging a pit for himself, at this moment, this big pit had been dug up, and he did jump into it as he wished, whether it was a self-detonating magic weapon or not, he had been consumed for several days, and it was difficult to resist the invasion of these two poisonous breaths.

At the last moment, Xiang Fei, who regretted not being at the beginning, was decisive: "Don't be complacent too early, let you taste the power of the magic weapon to self-detonate." A flying sword flashed, the stars were dotted, the stars were shining, what was it if it wasn't Xiang Fei's natal magic weapon that had been practiced for many years, and the last Xiang Fei directly chose to self-detonate the natal magic weapon, and left the defensive magic weapon in his body to defend against the poisonous aura that came from the invasion.

It's just that Xiang Fei suddenly noticed a change outside his body, it seemed that there was a spatial fluctuation, among which there seemed to be a heaven and earth aura that had disappeared for several years, but it was only a moment's effort, and it disappeared again before he even had time to investigate it carefully, and the vanity of heaven and earth aura disappeared together with the natal flying sword he had just sacrificed.

"Huh?" The flying sword that was connected to each other exploded, and even across the space, Xiang Fei could clearly sense that his natal magic weapon flying sword finally exploded by itself, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out, and his expression was indescribably sluggish.

"Xiang Fei, the self-detonation power of the medium-grade spirit weapon magic weapon is really extraordinary, but unfortunately, you still have no chance to escape, but I want to see if you can still block my attack after the natal magic weapon self-detonates." The voice of the tongue sounded again, and the tone was strong, but the breath was just as sluggish.

Xiang Fei heard that Fang Yan was hurt a lot, but before he could say anything, he found that several figures appeared on his side, two of which were Yuan Ying cultivators who seemed to be machine spirit bodies, and two demon beasts were actually only of the fifth order.

(Thanks to the 'I'm not Aku' Taoist friends for their encouragement)