Li Yan knew that his idea was a good one. As long as he crushed the iron block, the six people would be free, and the imprisoned soul would fly back to the body on its own.
But even though he knew it, Li Yan didn't dare to do it, as there were more than tens of millions of forbidden techniques in the world.
If the spirit in the red iron block was only subject to ordinary restriction techniques, Li Yan was confident that he could break the red iron block without harming the spirit, like breaking a prison cell and releasing a trace of the spirit in it.
However, if the opponent's restriction technique is higher than Li Yan's, then when Li Yan crushes the iron block, the six "Qingling Sect" disciples will not only fail to gain freedom, but their souls will be destroyed along with their bodies.
Even if we take the worst possible scenario, even if Li Yan is sure, he will not do such a stupid thing now, because the induction of the spirit is much stronger than the spiritual consciousness.
As soon as he breaks the restriction, the six people over there will immediately feel that their detained souls have been freed, and they will instantly understand that something might have happened to Jiao Hua.
Li Yan would never do such a thankless task. He just wanted to take these two red iron blocks and the "Luoshu Lake" disciple away from here, and then hand him over to Wei Chongran when he returned.
As for how to break the seal in the iron block, that was left to the master and the others to worry about. And how the souls of the other five "Qingling Sect" disciples in the iron block could travel thousands of miles back to their respective bodies was not something Li Yan needed to consider. Even if that soul was detained by others again, it would have nothing to do with him.
Moreover, through this restriction token and what Jiao Hua said before, Li Yan can already confirm that the other missing "Luoshu Lake" disciple has died.
But this is better, they don't have to look for the whereabouts of the other person, reducing the risk by half.
Moreover, if they could bring this only "Luoshu Lake" disciple back alive, not only would the mission be completed, but the death of another "Luoshu Lake" disciple would surely arouse the wrath of the "Luoshu Lake" middle Nascent Soul powerhouse.
Li Yan thought about it and felt that this result would be better for the war.
So Li Yan unceremoniously hung Jiao Hua's storage bag around his waist, and he put the two restriction tokens away separately, but did not put them into the "earth spot", so as to avoid revealing the "earth spot" when he needed to take them out.
Only then did Li Yan look at Jiao Hua who was half lying in the chair again.
At this time, Jiao Hua's spiritual pain had eased a lot, and although his body was no longer shaking, tiny blood foam was constantly coming out of his mouth, and he looked very listless. This was a sign that his spiritual consciousness had been severely damaged.
Li Yan looked at everything in front of him. He squinted his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and did not leave immediately. Later, Li Yan slowly bent down and spoke softly to Jiao Hua who was still awake.
"Just now in the courtyard, I heard Daoist Fellow Jiao's brutal killing methods against my Desolate Moon Continent cultivators. I suddenly wanted to give it a try, too. What do you think, Daoist Fellow?"
After saying that, Li Yan stared into Jiao Hua's eyes. Jiao Hua, who was originally extremely depressed, stopped trembling and even shook slightly after hearing Li Yan's words.
The hatred in his eyes became even stronger, and there was even a hint of cruel smile, as if he remembered those monks who were howling and begging him, and he felt happy.
The cold light in Li Yan's eyes became more and more intense, and a chuckle that seemed to come from the underworld actually came out of his mouth.
Li Yan's voice sounded like it came from Asura Hell, "Hehe, I heard that the bodies of demon cultivators are extremely strong and can withstand even magic weapons. Then I won't use poison. I'll take a look at how powerful your 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 at the bald demon cultivator's chest. Looking at Li Yan pointing one finger at his chest, Jiao Hua's resentful eyes were filled with a hint of disdain.
He had already concluded that the person in front of him was a human cultivator in disguise. Did he really think that by transforming into the appearance of a demon cultivator, he could have the strength of a demon? Even if the other party was a Jindan cultivator, he was only stronger than him in terms of mana and consciousness.
He was actually 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 temporarily put his mind at ease. The other party seemed to want to rely on the strength of his physical body to pierce his chest, but he was dreaming.
However, Jiao Hua knew in his heart that if the other party could not pierce his chest with one finger, he would become angry and use magic power or even some kind of poison, and he would die then. But he still wanted to see the other party's angry and ashamed expression right now.
As Li Yan pointed his index finger down, a faint silver color appeared on his index finger, and this faint silver color began to startle Jiao Hua.
Then Jiao Hua still did not feel any fluctuation of spiritual power on the other party's fingers. He then understood in his heart that no wonder the other party was so confident. The other party also practiced body refining techniques. This faint silver light should be the manifestation of some kind of body refining technique.
Soon Jiao Hua's face changed drastically. Li Yan's movements were not very fast. His index finger first penetrated the black armor on Jiao Hua's body. At this time, Jiao Hua already felt something was wrong.
Although the black armor on his body was not a magic weapon, it was also a high-level spiritual weapon. In his imagination, even if a Jindan cultivator just used his physical body to attack, there would be a certain resistance. But just now, the opponent was like directly piercing a piece of wet paper, and the black armor did not cause any resistance 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 still had hatred in his eyes, he already had a bad feeling deep in his heart.
However, Jiao Hua also had his own trump card. If the other party really thought that he had been poisoned, he would lose his resistance, then it was not certain who would be unlucky in the end. As long as he was alive, even if he could not use his spiritual power, he still had a way to fight for his life.
Even if Li Yan's fingers could be inserted into his body, if they touched a certain joint in his body, he might be able to drive the tendons and bones through the blood flow and firmly clamp the person's fingers or wrist in an instant. The force at that instant could even break the other person's bones.
Just using this method would cost Jiao Hua a huge price. He needed to mobilize all the blood and energy in his body in a very short period of time, and a large number of his internal organs would be squeezed and broken. His best outcome would be to retain his soul and take over another body.
Jiao Hua now thought that even if he died, he would make this monk pay a heavy price. He would either take his own body with him out, or cut off one of his arms, which would inevitably expose him completely.
Thinking of this, Jiao Hua's mind raced, and 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 and humiliated look when he couldn't penetrate his body, so he hesitated for a moment.
Just as a series of thoughts flashed through Jiao Hua's mind, his eyes suddenly bulged outward, his mouth suddenly opened, and blood foam spurted out like a stream of blood, because Li Yan did not give him any extra time to think.
Li Yan's fingers were like inserting a piece of tofu, penetrating Jiao Hua's skin, which he thought was unparalleled strong. Jiao Hua had no time to react at all, as Li Yan's fingers, along with half of his arm, instantly sank into his skin.
Jiao Hua was awakened by the sudden severe pain. Fear, disbelief, confusion and unbearable pain made Jiao Hua's expression extremely complicated. He had no chance to use his last trump card until now, and the opponent crushed everything with unstoppable force.
At this time, Li Yan's index finger had reached Jiao Hua's spine. He only needed to exert more force to pierce Jiao Hua's body from front to back, but Li Yan did not do so. Just now, when he inserted his fingers into Jiao Hua's body, he avoided important parts such as the heart because he did not want Jiao Hua to die easily.
After Li Yan pressed his index finger against Jiao Hua's spine, he bent his index finger back and firmly grasped Jiao Hua's spine on his back, then he pulled it into Jiao Hua's body suddenly.
With a crisp "click" sound, Jiao Hua's spine was pulled into two pieces. The severe pain made Jiao Hua's facial expression distorted, and what made Jiao Hua lose was his always indestructible confidence.
He once thought that the demon warriors were all powerful and could destroy all enemies with just their ferocious bodies. After he and his tribesmen came to the South China Sea, they indeed achieved this.
If the monks of the Wild Moon Continent had no magic weapons, they would sometimes be too lazy to dodge when their ridiculously weak spells hit them, and would just let the other party cast spells. Then they would attack the other party with wild laughter, and if the other party could get hit by their blows at close range, they would either explode into a ball of blood mist or have their bones broken.
But today, he felt the fear of the cultivators from the Wild Moon Continent, but Jiao Hua still had a thought in his mind: "This is a powerful Jindan, or even Yuanying. It's not that I'm not strong enough, but that the other party's realm is too high."
Li Yan sneered as he looked at Jiao Hua's miserable appearance who was in pain but unable to scream. He slowly pulled out his right hand.
"You claim to be the most powerful physical cultivators, but I am nothing special. I know you are not convinced, but I still want to tell you that I am just a foundation-building cultivator. Look at your expression. The power of the Desolate Moon Continent is not something you can understand."
Li Yan said, and then his bloody right hand touched Jiao Hua's chest again...
After a moment, Jiao Hua, who was half lying on the chair, leaned back in a strange position. There were three blood holes from his chest to his abdomen. Although blood was gushing out, it could not gush out. It was sealed on Jiao Hua's body surface by Li Yan's spell, which made him look extremely terrifying and cruel.
Jiao Hua's spine was broken into several pieces, all of which were broken by Li Yan's insertion into his front and his index finger.
At this time, Jiao Hua's facial features were already covered with blood. If he could make a sound, he would have begged Li Yan to kill him.
The human in front of him who claimed to be just a "foundation-building cultivator" was too vicious. Not only did he torture and kill him, but he also constantly attacked 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 meat. He was not even half as strong as a demon cultivator.
Jiao Hua felt as if his soul was in purgatory. He just wanted to die quickly, but his body was too strong, making it impossible for him to even faint.
With every breath, Jiao Hua felt as if there were red-hot wires slowly pulling and sawing inside his body. The pain in his back was especially unbearable and really went deep into his bones.
Although Li Yan broke his spine, he would viciously inject a trace of spiritual power every time to protect the tendons and veins above, so that the blood flow in his spine could remain unobstructed.
The blood flowed through the broken spine, as if someone was holding two broken bones in his hands and rubbing them continuously. Jiao Hua was now sweating profusely, and his muscles were spasming uncontrollably.
Li Yan stretched out his palm in the air, and a small dark cloud rose above his palm, washing the sturdy arm that had transformed into a demon cultivator clean in a moment.
He curled his lips, and finally said helplessly, "What a pity. If I take away your magic core 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 the demon cultivator, the real evil demon, and he was a helpless baby standing in the dark wasteland. He could only feel the hideous grin that came and went in the darkness all around him, as well as the gusts of biting cold wind that penetrated his bones.