Li Yan knew that his idea was good. As long as the iron block was crushed, the six people would be free, and a trace of the banned soul would fly back to the body on its own.
But knowing it, Li Yan didn’t dare. There are more than tens of millions of forbidden techniques in the world.
If the essence in the red iron block was only subjected to ordinary restraint techniques, Li Yan was sure that he could break the red iron block without harming the essence, just like breaking prisons. , releasing a trace of its essence.
However, if the other party's restraint skills are higher than Li Yan's, then when Li Yan crushes the iron block, the six "Qingling Sect" disciples will not only be unable to gain freedom, but will now be together The souls in the main body were destroyed together.
Even if it costs 10,000 yuan, Li Yan is sure that he will not do such a stupid thing now. The feeling of the spirit is much stronger than the consciousness of the spirit.
As soon as the restriction is broken on his side, the six people there will immediately feel that their imprisoned souls have been freed, and they will instantly understand that something may have happened to Jiao Hua.
How could Li Yan do such a thankless thing? He wants to leave here with these two red iron pieces and the "Luoshu Lake" disciple, and then hand him over when he returns. Yu Wei Chongran.
As for how to break the seal in the iron block, it is up to Master and the others to worry about it, and how the souls of the other five "Qingling Sect" disciples in the iron block can travel thousands of miles and return to their respective bodies. , it is not something Li Yan has to consider. Even if that trace of soul is detained by others again, it has nothing to do with him.
Moreover, through this prohibition token and what Jiao Hua said before, Li Yan can already confirm that another missing "Luoshu Lake" disciple has died.
But this is better. They no longer have to look for the whereabouts of another person, which reduces the risk by half.
And if the only "Luoshu Lake" disciple can be brought back alive, not only will the task be completed, but the death of another "Luoshu Lake" disciple will definitely arouse even more The anger of the strong man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul in "Luoshu Lake".
Li Yan thought about it and found that this result would be better for the war.
So Li Yan unceremoniously hung Jiao Hua's storage bag on his waist, and he put the two prohibition tokens separately, but did not put in the "soil spots" " in order to avoid showing clues of "soil spots" when it needs to be taken out.
At this time, Li Yancai looked again at Jiao Hua, who was half lying in the chair.
At this time, the stinging pain of Jiao Hua's consciousness has been relieved a lot. Although his body is no longer shaking, the fine blood droplets in his mouth keep coming out, and he looks very listless. , this is a sign that the consciousness has been severely damaged.
Li Yan looked at everything in front of him. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. He did not leave immediately. After a while, Li Yan slowly leaned down and spoke softly to the person who was still awake. Jiao Hua said.
"I just heard in the courtyard how fellow Taoist Jiao used brutal methods to deal with my cultivator from the Desolate Moon Continent, and I suddenly wanted to give it a try. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"
After that, Li Yan was dead set. Staring into Jiao Hua's eyes, Jiao Hua, who was originally extremely depressed, stopped trembling and swayed slightly after hearing Li Yan's words.
The malice in his eyes became a little stronger, and there was actually a hint of cruel smile, as if he thought of the monks who kept begging him in the miserable howls, and felt a little happy in his heart.
The cold light in Li Yan's eyes became stronger and stronger, and a burst of laughter sounded like it came from the Nine Netherworld.
Li Yan's voice sounded like he came from the Asura Hell, "Hehehe, I heard that the demon cultivator's body is so strong that he can carry even magic weapons, so I won't use poison and take a look at my fellow Taoist's body. How powerful."
After saying that, Li Yan suddenly stretched out his right index finger, bent the other four fingers into a fist, and then touched the bald demon cultivator's chest with one finger, looking at Li Yanyi Pointing at his chest, Jiao Hua's resentful eyes showed a hint of disdain.
He has now concluded that the person in front of him is the transformed human monk. Does he really think that if he transforms into the appearance of a demon monk, he will have the strength of the demon? Even if the opponent is a Jindan monk, he is only stronger than him in terms of magic power and spiritual consciousness.
He was still a little panicked, but seeing that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on Li Yan's fingers, Jiao Hua couldn't help but feel relieved for the moment. The opponent seemed to be using his physical strength to pierce his chest. , that is a dream.
However, Jiao Hua also knew in his heart that if the other party could not penetrate his chest with one finger and became angry, he would definitely use magic power or even some kind of poison. At that time, he would also die, but he still I want to see the other person's shy and angry expression right now.
As Li Yan clicked his index finger, a faint silver appeared on his index finger. This faint silver began to startle Jiao Hua.
Then Jiao Hua still didn’t feel a trace of spiritual power fluctuation on the other party’s fingers, and then he understood in his heart, no wonder the other party was so confident, the other party also practiced the body refining technique, this faint silver Mang should be a manifestation of some kind of physical refining technique.
Soon Jiao Hua's expression changed drastically. Li Yan's movements were not very fast. His index finger first penetrated Jiao Hua's black armor. Hua already felt something was wrong.
Although the Wujing armor on his body is not a magic weapon, it is also a high-level spiritual weapon. In his imagination, even if the Golden Core cultivator only uses his physical body to attack hard, there will be a certain sense of obstruction, but Just now, the opponent was like piercing a piece of wet paper, and the black spirit armor didn't stop him at all.
The next moment, Li Yan's index finger touched the skin as strong as black magic rock. Li Yan still stared at Jiao Hua's eyes indifferently. Although Jiao Hua's eyes were still filled with resentment, Less, but I already have a bad feeling deep inside.
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However, Jiao Hua also has his own trump card. If the other party really thinks that he has been poisoned and loses resistance, then it may not be who is the unlucky one in the end.
As long as he lives, even if he cannot use his spiritual power, there is still a way to fight for his life.
Even if Li Yan's fingers can be inserted into his body, if he touches a joint somewhere in his body, he may drive the muscles and bones through the blood flow and be firmly stuck in an instant. The strength of this person's fingers or wrists at that moment can even break the opponent's bones.
Just using this method, Jiao Hua has to pay a huge price. He needs to mobilize all the blood and energy in the body in a very short time, and a large number of internal organs will be squeezed and broken. His best ending The only option is to retain the soul and seize the body again.
Jiao Hua now thought that even if he died, the monk would have to pay a heavy price. He would either take his body out, or cut off his arm, which would inevitably expose him.
Thinking of this, Jiao Hua's mind raced. He suddenly felt that he should let Li Yan's fingers penetrate into his chest, but he also wanted to see Li Yan's anger when he was unable to penetrate his body. He hesitated for a moment.
Just when a series of thoughts flashed through Jiao Hua's mind, his eyes suddenly bulged outwards, his mouth suddenly opened, and the blood foam turned into a blood arrow and spurted out, because Li Yan Don't give him any extra time to think.
Li Yan's fingers were like inserting a piece of tofu, penetrating directly into Jiao Hua's skin, which he considered to be incomparably strong. Jiao Hua had no time to react, and Li Yan's fingers and the small part of his arm were instantly submerged.
Jiao Hua was awakened by the sudden severe pain. Fear, disbelief, confusion and unbearable pain made Jiao Hua's expression extremely complicated, and he had not had the chance to use his last trump card until now. The opponent defeated everything with overwhelming force.
At this time, Li Yan's index finger had already reached Jiao Hua's back and spine. He only needed to exert more force to penetrate Jiao Hua's body from front to back, but Li Yan did not do so. , just now he inserted his fingers into Jiao Hua's body, avoiding important parts such as the heart, just not wanting Jiao Hua to die easily.
After Li Yan put his index finger against Jiao Hua's spine, he curled his index finger back and firmly clasped the spine on Jiao Hua's back, and then pulled it violently into Jiao Hua's body. .
With just a soft "click" sound, Jiao Hua's spine was pulled into two pieces. The severe pain made Jiao Hua's facial expression deformed, and even more, Jiao Hua lost, It is a confidence that has always been indestructible.
He once thought that the warriors of the Demon Clan were all powerful and could destroy all enemies with just their fierce bodies. After he and his tribe came to the South China Sea, they did this.
If the monks in Desolate Moon Continent had no magic weapon, they would not be as weak asWhen the spells of words hit themselves, they sometimes didn't bother to dodge and let the other party cast spells. They attacked the other party with crazy laughter. The other party had to get close to receive their blow, instead of exploding into a ball. The blood mist means that the bones and tendons were broken after being beaten.
But today, he felt the terror of the monks from the Desolate Moon Continent, but a thought came to Jiao Hua's heart: "This is a powerful golden elixir, even a Nascent Soul. It's not that I'm not strong enough." , but the other party's realm is too high."
Li Yan had a sneer on his face, and looking at Jiao Hua's miserable appearance of being in pain but unable to scream, he slowly pulled out his right hand.
"You are known as the most powerful physical practitioners, but Er'er, I know you are not convinced, but I still want to tell you that I am just a foundation-building monk. Look at your expression, Desolate Moon Continent "It's so powerful that you can't understand it."
Li Yan said, and then his blood-stained right hand touched the bottom of Jiao Hua's chest again...
After a moment, he lay half down. Jiao Hua's body was in a weird leaning back position on the chair. There were three blood holes from his chest to his abdomen. Although there was blood coming out of it, it couldn't spurt out. It was sealed by Li Yan's spell. The surface of Jiao Hua's body was exposed, making it look very terrifying and cruel.
Jiao Hua's spine was broken into several pieces, which were all broken by Li Yan himself after inserting himself in front and then clasping and pulling them with his index finger.
At this time, Jiao Hua's painful facial features were already bursting with blood lines. If he could speak out, he would have begged Li Yan to kill him.
The human being in front of him who claimed to be just a "Foundation-Building Monk" was too vicious. Not only did he torture him, but he also kept hitting him verbally. Every time he broke his spine, he would say that he was too weak. , and then Jiao Hua became what he is now, a pile of rotten flesh, without even half of the strength of a demon cultivator.
Jiao Hua only felt that his three souls and seven souls were in purgatory. He just wanted to die quickly, but his body was too strong, making it impossible for him to even pass out.
Every time he breathed, Jiao Hua felt like red-hot iron wires were slowly being pulled and sawed inside his body, especially the pain in his back. It was unbearable, really. The pain reaches the bone marrow.
Although Li Yan broke his spine, he viciously injected a trace of spiritual power every time to protect the tendons above and keep the blood flow in his spine smooth.
The blood flows through the broken part of the spine, as if someone is holding two broken bones with their hands and rubbing them constantly. Jiao Hua is now covered in sweat, and his muscles are spasming uncontrollably. .
Li Yan stretched his palms in the air, and a small dark cloud rose above his palms, washing the strong arms that transformed into demon cultivators clean in a moment.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and finally he said helplessly, "It's a pity. If your magic core is taken away now, you will die immediately and will no longer be able to feel pain. In order to keep you in this state, Your magic core can only be wasted like this."
At this moment, Jiao Hua felt that the other party was a demon cultivator, a real evil demon. He was a helpless baby standing in the dark wasteland. He could only feel the evil smiles coming and going in the darkness around him, and the formation of evil spirits. A bone-piercing cold wind.