Fortunately, before coming out this time, the Great Elder generously took out more than ten Nascent Soul-level defensive talismans, and Li Yan of course accepted them without hesitation.
A talisman on Li Yan's body that turned into a yellow bronze bell, although it burst out with a series of dazzling lights, was shattered into pieces by the spinning black snowflakes on the surface.
But Li Yan also took the opportunity to practice the "Nine Ding Guishui" technique, condensing the magic power in his body into a steel wire. It was no longer restless and was functioning normally again, and the spiritual power shield also returned to normal.
When Li Yan raised his hand, another talisman turned into a yellow bronze bell and enveloped himself inside. At the same time, the magic power outside his body turned into a flame and began to melt the overwhelming black snow falling from all directions.
When Yan San, who was standing on the side, saw this, his eyes flickered. He could sense that the fire spiritual power Li Yan displayed was extremely pure and as turbulent as an endless, blazing heavenly fire.
"His magic power seems to have become even stronger. Could he be a cultivator with natural spiritual roots, and one of the few in the world who has both water and fire spiritual powers? I didn't expect that the fire spiritual power could be so overbearing."
"Fellow Daoist Yan San, we said we would cooperate sincerely. What do you mean by this? If you know something else, I hope you can tell me as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will go back and terminate the contract!"
At this moment, the great elder's old voice came over, and the voice was as cold as the cold wind around.
When those black snowflakes appeared below just now, Yan San immediately created wind and blew them away.
With so many snowflakes being blown up from below, normally, it would not make much sense to block them from a distance. Instead, they would be isolated and blocked by the body's surface defenses before further decisions could be made.
Otherwise, if they used their magic power like this, the consumption would not be enough for the three of them to sustain for long, and they could only rely on elixirs and spirit stones to replenish their magic power.
The fact that Yan San did this only showed that he already knew that the black snowflakes could not touch his body at all, so he did not hesitate to use his magic power to shake them away.
"Great Elder, you misunderstood. I just instinctively felt that these snowflakes were strange, so I subconsciously shook them away. I really don't know what their offensive purpose is."
Yan San said indifferently that he had actually been close to this place last time.
Of course, he was prepared for this. He just wanted to see how these two would deal with it. These things would not take their lives, but they would definitely expose some of their hidden strengths.
The Great Elder's body seemed to be a bottomless pit. After those black snowflakes stuck to his body, they began to spin, but they shrank rapidly in the blink of an eye, as if they were sucked into his body.
What surprised him was Li Yan, who had fire-related spiritual power. Before he even used his magical powers, the black snowflakes actually melted.
Yan San certainly knew that these snowflakes could not be melted by ordinary flames.
The last time Yan San was facing extreme cold, he used his wind magic to cast the "Fireball Spell". If it happened in the outside world, a lake might be burned dry in an instant.
But here, after the last casting of the "Fireball Spell", only the black snowflakes closest to the fireball could be melted, but the black snowflakes would become more and more, and soon the fireball would turn into a black light ball.
The flowers fell on it one by one and continued to merge in the rapid rotation, taking away the flames inside at an incredible speed. In less than ten breaths, the fireball he cast turned into a black and cold sphere.
"Fellow Daoist Yan San, I hope that as you said, one of us three will be harmed. Then we can see who will suffer the most. Anyway, the Tianli people don't need the 'Sky Eye Pit' and can move away at any time!"
Li Yan's body was blazing with flames. He floated in front of Yan San, but his voice was unusually cold. Before there is substantial evidence, the other party insists that he doesn't know, and you can't really impose right and wrong on others.
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!"
Yan San said helplessly...
During the subsequent sinking process, the three of them were constantly consuming their magic power to resist these black snowflakes. They fell at a faster speed, like three heavy ice blocks.
After half an hour, the three of them were holding the spirit stones to restore their magic power while passing through the black snowflakes. Suddenly, their eyes blurred and all the snowflakes disappeared.
However, there were gusts of wild and cold wind that blew out, making the three of them stagger all over the place.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The defensive talismans on the bodies of the three people burst in an instant, followed by a "cracking" sound, and the spiritual power shield shattered.
"Join forces to defend!"
The Great Elder is the person with the highest cultivation level here, and after he cultivated the "Qiongqi Purgatory Technique" to the peak of the sixth level, his body's perception was even faster than his spiritual consciousness.
Here, his spiritual sense was no longer abnormally sharp, and he could immediately capture the unusual sensation from the outside world almost at the moment the snowflakes disappeared.
There was a flash of light in the Great Elder's hand, and the shiny cane suddenly opened from the top, and an oil umbrella appeared above the heads of the three people.
Each rib of this oil umbrella is like a sharp arrow, and I don't know what material the umbrella cover is made of, but it gives people a feeling of being as solid as a mountain.
The moment the oil umbrella was opened, golden light curtains hung down from the edge of the umbrella, protecting the three people in the middle.
Yan San also made a move at the same time. He opened his mouth and spit out a dark purple light ball the size of an egg. It circled and flew over the heads of the three people.
As the purple light bead circled, silk-colored light bands surrounded the three people, assisting the golden light in resisting the terrifying gale that could blow away a huge mountain in an instant.
Li Yan was shocked when his spiritual power shield was shattered, but he regained his composure after the great elder instantly cast out his magic weapon to cover him.
He simply created another layer of spiritual power shield on his body and did not take any action.
This was what the Great Elder had already made clear before. As long as he shouted for joint defense, Li Yan would not need to take action. He would automatically fight back together with Yan San.
Li Yan seemed to trust the Great Elder just now, but in fact, ever since he began to suppress the extreme feeling of palpitations, his spiritual consciousness had been communicating with the storage space. He was sure that he could protect himself at the most critical moment.
Seeing that the attacks from all sides were blocked, Li Yan felt a little relieved.
At this moment, his spiritual awareness had been suppressed to a range of more than twenty feet around him, and his eyes, which were infused with magic power, could not see far.
There was nothing but emptiness all around here, without any wind columns, snowflakes, icicles, etc., only the extremely cold wind and chill that filled the entire space.
It was these cold winds that instantly broke the three people's defenses just now. Li Yan could estimate that the power of these cold winds was even more ferocious than the strong winds in some turbulent spaces.
A normal cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage might not be able to survive even half a breath relying solely on the spiritual light shield. He would turn into nothingness with a cry of unwillingness, and his body and soul would perish in an instant.
In his impression, it seemed that only the strong winds in some black holes might be stronger than the cold wind in front of him.
"This is already the edge of the eye of the storm. If we go further down, we will enter the real eye of the storm. The power of the cold wind below should increase by one to two times for every hundred feet it descends, and these powers are superimposed on each other.
But generally speaking, the distance from the edge of the eye to the core will not exceed five hundred feet.
Therefore, we can only escort Fellow Daoist Li as far down as possible, but we cannot escort him to the end. My magic weapon defense may not last more than a hundred feet."
Yan San suddenly spoke at this time.
Upon hearing this, Li Yan and the Great Elder could not help but look towards the endless black abyss below. The Great Elder could even sense the powerful tearing force coming from the oil umbrella in his hand, as if it could blow the umbrella over at any time. He continued to pour his mana into it, urging the formation to operate.
At the same time, the "Qiongqi Purgatory Technique" in his body continued to thrive, and his palms were like the roots of an old tree, firmly grasping the umbrella handle as solid as a rock.
Feeling that according to what Yan San said, the Great Elder estimated that his oil umbrella could only last until he descended more than a hundred feet, he couldn't help swallowing.
“No wonder Hong Yin said that reaching the core position requires at least the cultivation level of the Spiritualization Stage. If we rely solely on our own strength without using magic weapons for defense, seventy feet from here might be the limit.”
Feeling the powerful tearing force coming from his hands, the Great Elder silently calculated in his mind how strong his body was. Of course he knew it, but it was still unable to resist the erosion of the cold wind here.
And Li Yan was also listening to Yan San's narration.
"Need to descend five hundred feet?"
He confirmed again.
"I speculated based on the core position of the eye of the storm of the three tribes that this should be the maximum depth, but I'm not sure if it's really the case. Or maybe it's only one or two hundred feet away from the edge.
Fellow Daoist Li, are you sure you can descend to a depth of 500 feet?"
Yan San's voice was still emotionless, but his eyes glanced at Li Yan. He still had some doubts about what Li Yan said, but no one would joke about his own life for nothing.
Especially someone like Li Yan who looks extremely shrewd, not to mention that would the Tianli tribe also join him in playing tricks on him
"Down!"
Li Yan only said one word.
"We can't waste time here, get out!"
The Great Elder also shouted. Every moment he stayed here would quickly consume a lot of his mana and physical strength. Instead of saying meaningless words here, it would be better to save more mana.
But just as the three were about to sink quickly, an extremely cold voice suddenly came from the darkness in front of them.
"Anyone who trespasses will die!"
Then, a figure suddenly emerged from the darkness like a ghost.
The moment Li Yan and Yan San saw each other clearly, they were both shocked. It was a man in a bloody red robe. It was the incarnation of the "Yinshan Beast" that Li Yan had seen and fought with before.
Before coming here this time, Li Yan had of course thought about the possibility of meeting the two red-robed men who were the top scorers in the blood imperial examination.
But in the last battle, one of the remaining two red-robed men with bleeding champions performed a secret technique and merged into the body of the other. It seemed that he must have paid a heavy price at the time and could no longer maintain his fighting strength.
The other bloody champion man in a red robe was injured by Hong Yin and was hit by Li Yan's Gui Yi Fen Shui Thorn. His soul might have been implicated and he ran away.
Li Yan sank all the way down, always on guard against the other party's appearance, but he never met him. He thought that those clones were seriously injured last time and were already recuperating and could not come out again.
But unexpectedly, the other party appeared at the edge of the eye of the storm.
What made Li Yan even more frightened was that this red-robed man who was the blood champion still looked the same, but was holding a flute.
But what was strange was that two heads that looked exactly the same grew on his shoulders, each wearing a blood-red top scholar's hat.
The voice just now came from one of the heads, and his face was the green color that Li Yan had seen before.
But the other head was blood red, like a peeled human face, staring at Li Yan with resentment.
This made Li Yan think of the look that the shrunken figure gave him before entering the dantian of another person.
When the red-robed man with the Bloody No. 1 Scholar saw the faces of Li Yan and the other two clearly, the green-faced head let out another sharp shout.
"It's you again!"
After saying that, his eyes were fixed on Yan San. He recognized that this man had been here once before, but unfortunately he failed to keep him in the end.
"Take Fellow Daoist Li down with you, I will stop him!"
At this moment, Yan San suddenly burst out with a fierce aura. Last time, he suffered a loss at the hands of several people opposite him who looked similar to him.
However, the three people who besieged him at that time were all in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. If the cold wind had not entered his body, he would have killed the three of them long ago.
The person in front of him had grown two heads, and his realm was exactly the same as his own, having also reached the late Nascent Soul stage, and his aura seemed to be even stronger than his own.
As he spoke, Yan San had already stepped out from under the umbrella. At the same time, the purple round bead had flown to the top of his head, scattering purple rays that surrounded his body below.
At the same time, the Great Elder also brought Li Yan and quickly descended downwards, and the cooperation between the two sides was quite tacit.
The two-headed man in the red robe of the Bleeding Champion narrowed his eyes when he saw this. He didn't know what the other people were trying to do.
Moreover, below is the core of the eye of the "Eye of the Sky Wind". When the three opponents arrived here, with their cultivation level, they should have felt the extreme danger below, but there were still people who wanted to stop them, and the rest had to go down.
According to common sense, he could have just let the two Nascent Soul cultivators go down, because they couldn't sink too far and would definitely be torn into countless pieces by the cold wind in the eye of the storm.
But at this moment, the two-headed man in the red robe of the Bleeding Champion felt a palpitation for no reason, and at the same time a sense of life and death crisis emerged in his mind.
After he was injured last time, he had been practicing near his original body and fused with another clone. After his injuries slowly recovered, his strength also increased dramatically and reached the late Nascent Soul stage.
Yan San pulled off the two black iron feathers behind his ears and threw them forward, while the magic power in his body was violently output at the same time.
The moment the two black iron feathers flew forward, they crossed each other and turned into a giant black scissors that was a hundred feet long. In an instant, they appeared above the head of the two-headed man in the red robe of the Bloody Champion.
The scissors blades expanded, like two ruthless blades of death in the darkness, and with a "click", they twisted towards the two heads.
The speed was so fast that the giant scissors' blades, shining with black light, rubbed against the surrounding cold wind, and two smooth black arcs of light were produced on the edges of the blades.
The two-headed man's green-faced head shook violently, and the wings of the top scholar's red hat on his head shook violently, and the two hat wings instantly grew bigger, like two long whips that were swung out in an instant.
With two muffled "bang" sounds, one after the other, they swept across the blade of the giant scissors.
At the same time, the flute in his hand suddenly crossed the mouth of the blood-red head, and a sound wave flew out from one end of the flute, invisible and traceless, and instantly reached the back of the elder...