Li Yan knows that his idea is very good. As long as the iron block is crushed, the six people may be free, and a trace of the banned soul will fly back to the body on its own.
But I know that Li Yan dare not, there are more than tens of millions of forbidden techniques in the world.
If the essence in the red iron block was just subjected to ordinary restraint techniques, Li Yan is confident that breaking the red iron block without harming the essence is like breaking prisons and releasing a trace of the essence.
However, if the opponent's forbidden technique is higher than Li Yan, then when Li Yan crushes the iron block, not only will the six "Qingling Sect" disciples not be able to be free, but they will now be destroyed together with the souls in their bodies.
Even if it costs 10,000 yuan, Li Yan is sure that he will not do such a stupid thing now. The feeling of essence is much stronger than Divine Sense.????
As soon as the restriction is broken on his side, the six people on the other side 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 just wants to leave here with these two red iron pieces and the "Luoshu Lake" disciple, and then hand him over to Wei Zhongran when he returns.
As for how to break the seal in the iron block, it is up to the Master and the others to worry about it. Moreover, 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 is not Li Yan's concern. Even if that soul is imprisoned by others again, it has nothing to do with him.
And through this prohibition token and what Jiao Hua said before, Li Yan can already confirm that another missing "Luoshu Lake" disciple has died.
But it's better this way. They don't have to look for the other person's whereabouts anymore, which reduces the risk by half.
And if the only "Luo Shu Lake" disciple can be brought back alive, not only will the mission be completed, but the death of another "Luo Shu Lake" disciple will definitely arouse the anger of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage strong man in "Luo Shu Lake".
Li Yan After some calculation, this result is better for the war.
So Li Yan unceremoniously hung Jiao Hua's Storage Pouch on his waist, and he put the two prohibition tokens separately, but did not put them into "Tuban" to avoid revealing the clues of "Tuban" when he needed to take them out.
At this time, Li Yan looked at Jiao Hua, who was half lying in the chair again.
At this time, Jiao Hua's Divine Sense Spike pain had eased a lot. Although his body was no longer shaking, the fine blood foam in his mouth kept coming out, and he looked very depressed. This was a sign that Divine Sense had been severely injured.
Li Yan looked at everything in front of him. He squinted his eyes as if thinking about something and did not leave immediately. After a while, Li Yan slowly leaned down and spoke softly to Jiao Hua, who was still awake.
"I just heard in the courtyard how fellow Daoist Jiao used the methods of killing me, monk Desolate Moon Continent, and I suddenly wanted to give it a try. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
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Yan Ze stared intently at Jiao Hua's eyes. After hearing Li Yan's words, Jiao Hua, who was originally extremely depressed, stopped trembling and swayed slightly.
The malice in his eyes was a bit thicker, 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 more and more intense, and a burst of laughter sounded like it came from Jiu Netherworld.
Li Yan's voice sounded like it came from the Asura Hell. "Hehehe, I heard that the demon cultivator's body is extremely strong. Even Dharma Treasure can withstand it, so I won't use poison. I'll take a look at how powerful my fellow Daoist's body is."
After saying that, Li Yan suddenly stretched out his right index finger, bent the other four fingers into a fist, and then pointed one finger on the bald demon cultivator's chest. Watching Li Yan point on 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 monk Devil Race, he will have the strength of Devil Race? Even if the opponent is a Golden Core Realm monk, he is only stronger than him in terms of mana and Divine Sense.
He was still a little panicked in his heart, 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 other party seemed to be trying to pierce his chest with the strength of his body. That was just a dream.
However, Jiao Hua also knew in his heart that if the other party couldn't penetrate his chest with one finger, he would definitely use magic power or even some kind of poison when he became angry. He would also die at that time, but he still wanted to see the other party's shameful and angry expression now.
With the tapping of Li Yan's 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 fluctuations on the opponent's fingers, and then he understood in his heart, no wonder the other party was so confident, the other party had also practiced Body Refining Technique, and this faint silver light should be some kind of Body Refining Technique manifestation.
Soon, Jiao Hua's expression changed drastically. Li Yan's movements were not very fast. His index finger penetrated Jiao Hua's black armor. At this time, Jiao Hua already felt something was wrong.
Although the Wujing armor on his body was not Dharma Treasure, it was still a high-level spiritual weapon. In his imagination, even if the Golden Core Realm monk only used his physical body to attack hard, there would still be a certain sense of obstruction. But just now, the opponent was like directly piercing a piece of wet paper, and the Wujing armor did not block 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 full of hatred, he already had a bad feeling deep in his heart.
But Jiao Hua also has his own trump card. If the other party really thinks that
If you are poisoned and lose your 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 in an instant he can firmly jam the person's fingers or wrists, and the force at that moment can even break the opponent's bones.
Just using this method, Jiao Hua will have to pay a huge price. He needs to mobilize all the blood and energy in his body in a very short time, and a large number of internal organs will be crushed and crushed. The best outcome for him can only be to retain his soul and seize the body again.
Jiao Hua now just 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 an 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 angry look when he couldn't penetrate his body, so 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 didn'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 that he considered to be extremely strong. Jiao Hua couldn't even react. Li Yan's fingers and the small part of his arm were instantly submerged.
Jiao Hua was awakened by the instant severe pain. Fear, disbelief, confusion and unbearable pain made Jiao Hua's expression extremely complicated. Until now, he had not had the chance to use his last trump card, and the opponent had defeated everything with overwhelming force.
At this time, Li Yan's index finger had already reached Jiao Hua's back spine. He only needed to exert more force to penetrate Jiao Hua's body from front to back, but Li Yan did not do this. When he inserted his fingers into Jiao Hua's body just now, he avoided important parts such as the heart, because he did not want Jiao Hua to die easily.
Li Yan After pressing his index finger against Jiao Hua's spine, he curled his index finger back and firmly grasped the spine on Jiao Hua's back, and then pulled it into Jiao Hua's body as if fiercely.
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 what made Jiao Hua lose even more was his always indestructible confidence.
He once thought that Devil Race's warriors 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 exactly this.
If the Desolate Moon Continent monks didn't have Dharma Treasure, and their ridiculously weak spells hit themselves, they would sometimes be too lazy to dodge and let the other party cast spells. They would attack the other party with crazy laughter, and the other party would have to get close to receive their blow, instead of exploding into a
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The blood mist was the result of being beaten to the point where the bones were broken and the tendons were broken.
But today, he felt the terror of monk Desolate Moon Continent, but Jiao Hua still had a thought in his mind, "This is a powerful Golden Core Realm, or even Nascent Soul. It's not that I'm not strong enough, but that the other person's realm is too high."
Li Yan With a sneer on his face, looking at Jiao Hua's miserable appearance in pain but unable to scream, he slowly pulled out his right hand.
"You are known as the most powerful physical cultivator, but Er'er, I know you are not Qi Ingestion, but I still want to tell you that I am just a Foundation Establishment monk. Look at your expression, Desolate Moon Continent is so powerful that you cannot understand it."
Li Yan said, and then his blood-stained right hand touched the bottom of Jiao Hua's chest again...
A moment later, Jiao Hua's body, half lying on the chair, fell into a weird backward posture. There were three blood holes from his chest to his abdomen. Although there was blood coming out of it, it could not spurt out. It was sealed on the surface of Jiao Hua's body by Li Yan, which made people look very terrifying and cruel.
Jiao Hua's spine was broken into several pieces, all of which were broken by Li Yan himself after inserting himself forward and clasping it with his index finger.
At this time, Jiao Hua's painful facial features had already burst with blood lines. If he could speak out, he would have begged Li Yan to kill him.
The human in front of him who claimed to be just "Foundation Establishment 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. 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 took a breath, Jiao Hua felt like there were red-hot iron wires slowly pulling and sawing inside his body, especially the pain in his back, which was unbearable and really hurt into his bones.
Li Yan Although he 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 continuously. Jiao Hua is now covered in sweat, and his muscles are spasming uncontrollably.
Li Yan stretched his palm in the air, a small dark cloud rose above his palm, and in a moment, the strong arm transformed into a demon cultivator was washed clean.
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 the 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 person was a demon cultivator, a real evil demon. He was a helpless baby standing in the dark wasteland. He could only feel the sinister smiles coming and going in the darkness around him, and the biting cold wind that penetrated his bones.