Previously, Fang Yan fought with the mid-stage monk of the distraction, although the cultivation was not as good as the other party, the strength was not half a point, the fragment of the flying sword of the high-grade spiritual weapon was an accident, and there was only this one accident, there was a dialect of the star burial robe to protect him, and his body was only slightly damaged, as for the loss of mana and divine consciousness, it was restored in a few hours in the scroll.

Fang Yan dodged out of the magic weapon space, greeted the nonsense man who was urging the star burial robe to resist the surrounding sword light, and then walked towards the body of the distracted mid-stage monk who had been dragged out when he had flown away before.

Although there is no breath at this moment, and the body is also interspersed with thousands of sword lights back and forth, this is not a position where the sword array is extremely powerful, and in less than half an hour, there are only some more scars, and it looks much more embarrassed, revealing the unique aura of qi and blood of the distracted monk.

Fang Yan looked at the corpse in front of him, and did not immediately collect it, but once again urged a wisp of black smoke, and the poison of the witch clan mixed with the peach miasma poison instantly disappeared into it, the reason why it was not directly placed in the Qiankun pot before, was that he was worried that the monk still had a remnant of the soul, since he was almost taken away when he was still refining qi, and later he was even more after the Heiyan Demon Venerable entered his sea of consciousness, for these seemingly fallen bodies, Fang Yan has always been very cautious.

It wasn't until he confirmed that it was okay that Fang Yan waved his hand and took the body shrouded in sword light into his hand, and then commanded Hu Daoren, asking Hu Daoren to continue to urge the Star Burial Robe to protect the surroundings, and he probed his divine sense into that body.

After a while, seeing a little disappointment on the face of Fang Yan who put away the physical body, Hu Daoren couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Fang Yan, could it be that you are still dissatisfied, this is the body of a distracted mid-stage monk, that is, you are unwilling to refine it directly, and it is also a great wealth to transfer it after returning to the Xuanlan Domain, do you still want to capture him alive?"

"I don't have this kind of luxury, the distracted mid-stage monk is trapped in the forest scroll, if he wants to fight for his life and blow himself up, but he will destroy the magic weapon, in fact, if he didn't have a murderous intent, I didn't plan to fight with him in the first place, I just wanted to find out some news from him, but now there is nothing. ”

"No wonder, at the beginning, I felt strange, with your strength, how could you want to cooperate with others, even without him, it wouldn't take too much time for us to find here, it turns out that you have a plan, do you know him?"

"I don't know, I just recognized the other monk who was on the same team as him, that is, the monk of the Great Soul Xinghua Family who sensed the breath outside the interstellar teleportation array before, but it's nothing, it was originally a temporary idea, let's go." Fang Yan said casually.

"I see. Hu Daoren responded, but couldn't help but rush to this distracted mid-stage monk who was killed by Fang Yan and himself, isn't this unlucky to go on the pole to find death, if you want to kill others to snatch the magic weapon spirit object to find someone else, it is not good to find Fang Yan, the killing god, the Hu Dao man who shook his head no longer paid attention, retracted his attention and watched Fang Yan fly away in the direction of the previous big array.

Without anyone else on his side, there was no need for the dialect to be more restrained, and he directly urged the Star Burial Robe to the extreme, and the Sanskrit Technique also urged the body forging technique to the top of the fourth layer, and then a Qingyun giant sword stood in front of him, flashing towards the land of sharp sword light that had been fought before.

After an instant, a burst of violent fluctuations, accompanied by a huge sound spread to all directions, and after a full quarter of an hour, it finally eased down, and then looked at it, the figure of the dialect had long since disappeared, only the Dao Dao sword light was still crisscrossing and crisscrossing, as if it wanted to kill all the other breaths in the invading array.

After throwing a few pills in his mouth, Fang Yan stared at the giant shadow in front of him, which was already close to him, but it was less than a hundred zhang away, but Fang Yan did not rush over again, stopped his body, and released his divine sense to carefully observe, when he was looking at it from a distance, he could see that it was a giant sword that was more than hundreds of zhang, standing here at this moment, Fang Yan could no longer see the giant sword, just a towering shadow, even the divine sense probed, there was not the slightest flying sword body standing, it seemed that it was just a shadow, but the momentum was even worse, there was no falsehood。

"Dialect, this is not a real flying sword at all, it is just an illusion with such power, I seem to be able to feel that if I need to hit directly, this momentum will even wipe me out directly. After a while, Hu Daoren's worried voice sounded, he couldn't help but be like this, the momentum emitted by the giant sword like a phantom was not even inferior to the momentum of several ancestors of the Heavenly Star Sect, and even a little more powerful than the several ancestors of the Heavenly Star Sect, no matter how strong the Hu Dao people were, they also relied on the star burial robe, and they might be able to protect themselves from all kinds of bombardment techniques, but in the face of such a momentum that hit the heart, it was not what he was good at.

Not only Hu Dao people are like this, but even Fang Yan also felt a lot of pressure, fortunately, his cultivation strength is far better than Hu Dao people, but Fang Yan can't be sure what kind of existence this flying sword is, it seems to be between the virtual and the real, and it is not virtual or real, and the end is Xuan Ao Shi, after a while, it is difficult for Fang Yan to reach a conclusion, so he can only say slowly: "Illusion? How can an illusion be so imposing, that is, the high-grade spirit weapon does not have such momentum at all, whether it is an illusion or not, one thing is certain, this is an eye of this great array. ”

Listening to the words of the Du dialect, Hu Dao was very sure in his heart, he had already seen the means of dialect countless times, and he even trusted the dialect's formation attainment more than the dialect himself, and immediately said: "Hurry up and enter it, it's better to leave this ghost place as soon as possible." ”

Scanning for half a sound, Fang Yan nodded and agreed, Hu Dao people are uncomfortable, Fang Yan is not good, and Fang Yan is not much better, being coerced by a monk who is comparable to Tianxing Ancestor, even now Fang Yan's strength is far better than at the beginning, and it is still quite stressful.

As soon as he waved his hands, the runes condensed out one after another, and with a slight flick of his hands, they shot out towards the surroundings.

"En?" Fang Yan was stunned, he was invincible to deal with the runes of the formation, those formation runes that were close to the origin, just ten zhang away from his hand, they suddenly dissipated ninety percent of nine, leaving only an insignificant trace into the void, Fang Yan even felt that even those runes left by luck could not support it for a while, and it was definitely too late for him to explore the mysteries of this formation through these runes.

Again, the result was still the same, Fang Yan retracted his hands, and frowned slightly.

Hu Daoren also sensed that something was wrong, and saw that the dialect was thinking, so he didn't bother the dialect, but just looked around, although there was no sword light attack around him except for the boundless momentum and coercion, but in this kind of place, who can guarantee it, but after a long time, Hu Daoren still didn't see the dialect frowning, but wrinkled a little tighter.

After thinking about it for a while, the nonsense man still opened his mouth and said: "Dialect, it's really not good, let's break in directly, with your divine soul condensation, plus the Star Burial Robe Sanskrit Technique Forging Technique, it is a little dangerous and nothing, if such strength can't break through, then no one else, even those distracted mid-stage monks, will be able to enter it." ”

What Hu Dao people said is not unreasonable, in fact, those monks who do not have such a formation attainment as dialects, the usual practice is Hu Dao people's methods, they do not have a high-grade spiritual weapon such as a star burial robe, nor do they have a technique that can raise their physical body to a medium-grade spiritual weapon like the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging.

After listening to the words of the nonsense man, Fang Yan did not speak, just shook his head slightly, and continued to think, no matter how others speak dialects, for themselves, they can have a better choice, until the last resort, they will not choose the extremely dangerous method, not to say anything else, only the momentum that is now revealed, Fang Yan can also know, if something really goes wrong, it must be a huge mistake, think that monks like Zhou Chongyang will be banned, Fang Yan does not feel that when he encounters such a situation, he can still survive like that old man.