Sitting in the other space of the Senran scroll, Fang Yan flicked his fingers, and the four Qiankun bags that had been erased from the imprint of his divine consciousness were opened one after another, and then the contents of them shook out with a clatter.

Looking at the dialect divine sense scanning these unpopular objects in front of him, Hu Daoren couldn't help but pouted and said, "But a few Yuanying cultivators, what good things can you search." ”

Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Fang Yan smiled, and casually probed, a few things had been ingested into his hands, but they were four jade talismans, the most common communication jade talisman in the cultivation world, after holding a few communication jade talismans in his hand, Fang Yan said to Hu Daoren: "These people are Yuanying monks, but the people behind them are distracted monks." ”

"The people behind them?Could it be that you kidnapped them with this idea in the first place?" As for the temperament of the dialect, after many years of getting along, the Hu Dao people have long been familiar with it, and the dialect has rarely taken the initiative to provoke others, but he has never been afraid of provoking others.

When the ancestor of the Hua family and the ghost yin were killed before, the dialect had already roughly mentioned the events of the year with the Hu Daoren, and the dialect that was only the original Yuan Ying cultivation could confront many distracted monks and finally escape, the Hu Dao people couldn't believe it at the beginning, and now they don't have the slightest suspicion, and they think that the distracted monks behind these people are also the people who chased and killed the dialect back then.

Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Fang Yan said casually: "Of course, why would you have to work so hard otherwise, but it's hard to say whether the other party will take the bait." As he spoke, the dialect divine consciousness was still swept on several transmission jade talismans, and after a while, after a slight pause, Hu Daoren noticed that the dialect urging exercise had invaded the space where those people were again, but in an instant, there were a few more wisps of breath in the hands of the dialect, but it was a divine soul breath for each of the four people, and then there was an extremely thin figure.

Ignoring the reaction of the other few Yuanying monks in the space who had been stripped of a divine soul aura by themselves, although they didn't have the heart to find trouble with a few Yuanying monks, Fang Yan would never have the idea of being polite to them or even taking care of them, when they made a move to Xing's unintentional eldest brother, they were already doomed to their fate, and they didn't kill them directly, and they were already Fang Yan's subordinates.

It was not until this moment that he saw for the first time the true face of the senior master who captured his senior brothers, and was suddenly photographed by the dialect, like the bark of a dead tree, and it was difficult to have any expression on his face, only the light in his eyes was full of horror, and he didn't care about his Qiankun bag and threw it over there, the things inside had been scattered all over the place, and he didn't care that the spirit stones scattered over there were life-saving things for him, seeing the dialect sitting cross-legged, even if the monk wanted to say forgiveness, he forgot that his body had long been banned by the other party, and even his divine sense was difficult to induce separationIn a panic, he could only look around, wanting to know what the senior wanted to do, but found that the other party threw himself to the side casually, and did not immediately ask him anything.

Soon, this Yuanying monk saw Fang Yan's hands move slightly, and a series of mystical formation runes flashed out. The Yuanying monk who couldn't move his hands was shocked in his heart, the Thousand Illusion Sect was not good at fighting and killing, even fighting with people was mainly based on the magic of phantom array phantom killing, just like when Fang Yan had encountered the Tianxiang Divine Arrow used by Qi Weiwei, but he was very familiar with the formation, it was just Yuan Ying Xiu, this monk also saw that the runes in Fang Yan's hand were extraordinary, and they were on par with his master and uncle.

As the dialect action over there accelerated, a series of runes flickered, and for a while, this Yuanying monk only saw a flash of light over there, but he couldn't see that the dialect in it integrated a wisp of his divine consciousness into the runes, and finally with these runes connected with the four divine soul breaths in his hand, and finally merged into the four transmission jade runes,

After a while, the flickering brilliance disappeared, revealing the shape of the dialect again, if this Yuanying monk urged the divine sense at this moment, he might be able to find that the transmission jade talisman that originally belonged to him had changed slightly, but where could he take care of these now, in an instant, he sensed a force invading his own sea consciousness divine soul, and at the same time, the voice of the dialect sounded in his ears: "You are a disciple of Chenming? ”

At this time, the Yuanying monk knew why the other party chose him alone, and before he regretted that he had just mentioned his identity, he felt a wave of dizziness and then lost consciousness, and a wave had invaded the soul, turning his memory, and when he woke up again, he found that he had been sent back to the space where he had been for decades, and his three senior brothers were beside him, looking at him with blank eyes, wanting to ask what but unable to communicate at all.

"Dialects, what have you discovered?" said the voice of the nonsense man in the sea of dialects.

"Maybe there is really hope, two of these four people are the disciples of the Morning Ming Daoist, especially the one just now, who is still her proud disciple. ”

"It's a bit difficult to use a few Yuanying Monks as bait to catch distraction monks, not everyone is as concerned about the people around them as you are. Hearing the words in tongues, the voice of the nonsense man sounded again.

"I have to try it to find out, not to mention that I didn't plan to borrow them in the first place, but I just borrowed their communication jade talisman, and I really have to rely on this. ”

As he spoke, Fang Yan showed Hu Daoren a divine sense mark that was sealed by heavy runes: "I noticed that someone was urging this divine sense mark in the Great Soul Sect before, and I thought that this distracted mid-stage monk was a little unable to hold back, but I don't know if it is a Morning Scream Dao person or a Drifting Illusion Dao person, it is better for the two of them to go together." ”

The divine sense mark displayed by the dialect, of course, is not the divine sense mark in the Qiankun bag of the few Yuanying monks, nor the divine sense mark in the jade talisman of their transmission, but the one taken from Xing Yiyi's body back then, if it weren't for this mark, the original Xing Wuyi would not have been chased and killed by those Thousand Illusion Sect Yuanying monks, and they would not have fallen into the hands of Fang Yan, when this divine sense mark was unintentionally refined by Xing unintentionally, only this last wisp fell into the hands of Fang Yan, the reason why this divine sense mark was left, the dialect was to find its owner to repay the pursuit and killing of the year, the distraction monks of the Thousand Illusion Sect, whether it was the Chenming Daoist or the Drifting Illusion Daoist, they are all the people who chased and killed them back then, and the dialect doesn't care whose mark it is.

If it weren't for the other party taking the initiative to urge this divine sense mark, Fang Yan would not have the idea of going out to find trouble for them, after all, he is a mid-stage distraction monk, even if Fang Yan is strong, he is still a distraction early stage monk, far from being able to compare with the ancestor of the Heavenly Star Sect or a monk like the Battle Emperor Wu Di, the frontal battle Fang Yan is confident to injure or even kill the other party, but if he wants to directly kill thousands of Illusion Sects, the current Fang Yan does not have this strength, but if it falls one by one, change to a dialect and wait for it, the distraction mid-stage monk like Ghost Yin Zi is extinguished by Fang Yan, and the Morning Ming Daoist Floating Illusion Dao will not be much stronger than the Ghost Yin Zi。

has long been in line with the dialect, and in a few words, the Hu Dao people knew the plan of the dialect, and immediately looked shocked: "Dialect, let's quickly find a suitable place to make arrangements, if they really dare to come, haha." ”

"Hopefully, they're really interested in this Divine Mark. ”

This kind of thing doesn't need to be reminded by the nonsense, after dealing with a few communication jade talismans, Fang Yan's figure flashed out of the magic weapon space of the Senran Scroll, and re-urged his body to go in the direction of the interstellar communication array, this time the speed was much faster, and the thunder flashed behind Fang Yan, but after a few ups and downs, he was already standing next to the interstellar teleportation array.

With a burst of spatial fluctuations flashing, Fang Yan's figure disappeared from the Great Soul Star, and when it was revealed again, it had already arrived on a strange cultivation planet, Fang Yan swept slightly around, and did not step out of the teleportation array at all, so he urged the formation to teleport out again.

The sneak attack and the stuffy stick is naturally in the hidden place, and a place like the Great Soul Star Barbarian Land is suitable, but it is by no means an ideal place for dialects, it is best to be a remote planet like the Tairan Star back then, which has an interstellar teleportation array but few monks have set foot on it.