Teng Wuji's face was gloomy. He took a step forward, took a deep breath, and the muscles on his shriveled body bulged like a mountain. He suddenly became twice as thicker.
He covered his throat with one hand and made a faint ghost howling sound from the other fist. Amid the surging black air, several resentful faces of demon cultivators emerged. They gnashed their teeth, their faces distorted. These faces spun rapidly on Teng Wuji's fist, bringing up the surrounding airflow like a knife, bending elbows and punching.
Teng Wuji poured all his magic power into this arm madly, the most powerful weapon of the devil cultivator, physical attack!
In the dead of night, in the valley that had just been silent, a "bang" sound rang out again, but this time it was extremely short and dull.
Teng Wuji's eyes blurred and he felt his fist tighten. His fist, which was as fast as lightning, stopped in mid-air.
He was startled and looked intently. The purple ball in front of him was still spinning rapidly and shining brightly, but his boxer was grabbed by the wrist by a fat white hand.
Compared to him, the hand was pitifully small, only grasping a small part of his wrist, but it was as steady as a rock, making him feel as if his arm was cast on the pillar of the cave.
At the same time, a voice with cold murderous intent sounded in Teng Wuji's ears, "Daoyou, how does it feel to bully the younger generation?"
Teng Wuji was shocked, and sweat instantly soaked his back. How did this person get next to him and how did he attack him? He didn't even notice it at all.
"Who is this person? What kind of cultivation is this?"
… …
Li Yan saw himself stepping onto a fiery road. On both sides of the road were bottomless dark abysses, like a long bridge spanning a chasm.
Li Yan looked around. The long bridge of flames seemed endless. He was the only one standing on it. The sky was gray. Wind blew past him, causing the dark blue flames on both sides to sway together. It was indescribably eerie and strange.
What made Li Yan feel strange was that although he was standing in the middle of the flames on both sides, he felt cold all over and the burning flames did not bring him any warmth at all.
Li Yan frowned. He couldn't remember how he got here for a moment, and it seemed that he had forgotten everything that happened before. It was as if he appeared here as soon as he was born.
For a moment, Li Yan couldn't even remember his own name.
"Where is this place? Who am I?" Li Yan shook his head, but he could not remember his past life.
But deep in my heart there are many familiar names that seem to be about to come to mind, but I just can’t remember them.
After a while, Li Yan simply stopped thinking about it. He felt the temperature in his body was dropping rapidly, and it seemed that his blood was about to freeze.
Li Yan turned sideways and looked at the flames swaying on the side of the road. He didn't understand whether these flames had temperature.
After observing carefully for a while, Li Yan slowly approached, and then subconsciously released his spiritual sense, but there was no movement in his body.
"Spiritual consciousness? This name is strange, as if one can sense distant objects just by thinking about it." This explanation emerged in Li Yan's vague memory.
Then Li Yan shook his head. "This idea is really weird. Don't people see things with their eyes? I have to figure out where I am."
Li Yan turned around and bent down, carefully extending a finger. He tried to gently touch the swaying flame, but the next moment, Li Yan quickly retracted his finger as if he had been bitten by a snake.
The moment his fingers touched the flame, he felt uncontrollable pain. When he looked at his fingers again, he was stunned. His fingers were covered with a thick layer of dark blue ice.
Moreover, waves of piercing coldness were drilling into his fingers, and the pain soon spread to his arm, turning a ball of dark blue ice into a layer of dark blue ice.
Li Yan hurriedly swung his arm, but after just a few breaths, his arm became stiff little by little and he was quickly losing consciousness.
"Extremely cold ice!" Another strange thought emerged in Li Yan's mind, but he had no time to think about it.
Li Yan hurriedly used his other hand to pat the dark blue ice layer that had covered his arm, but to his horror, the dark blue ice layer quickly spread to his other hand.
Soon, Li Yan discovered with horror that he could no longer move at all.
What frightened Li Yan even more was that in just a short while, his head became dizzy and he was slowly losing consciousness.
On the contrary, Li Yan's internal organs were burning like fire at this moment, but his skin and flesh were still cold, and the burning pain in his body could not clear his mind.
The severe pain and drowsiness, the emptiness and gloom, all of this is weird.
Although he didn't know who he was or why he came to this terrifying space, how could Li Yan be willing to die easily? He struggled hard.
But everything was in vain. Li Yan gradually felt more and more sleepy, his eyelids became weaker and weaker, his mind stopped at a certain moment, and he could not think any further, and his mind became more and more confused.
At this moment, Li Yan seemed to hear a familiar voice, "Uncle Wei, Junior Brother Li's breathing is becoming more and more disordered!"
… …
Bai Rou and Hu Xiaowang and the other four were sitting cross-legged on a dark cloud, which cast a thin black light in the dark night and was rapidly moving towards the north. At this moment, Bai Rou's breath had improved a lot. In Wei Chongran's opinion, her injuries were mainly caused by forcibly using a spell that was beyond her own realm, which damaged her tendons and veins and made it impossible for her spiritual power to flow.
After Wei Chongran temporarily used his magic power to sort things out, Bai Rou was able to swallow the pill and recover on her own.
Hu Xiaowang and his three companions were bewildered and at a loss. When they woke up, they were already above the white clouds. What made them even more delighted was that Uncle Master Wei appeared in their sight, while the terrifying Jindan demon cultivator had disappeared without a trace.
Hu Xiaowang and his three companions only remembered the final escape scene on the Chuanyun Willow. Suddenly, those dark golden light balls broke through the spiritual power shield and hit them. The four of them had no idea what happened afterwards.
"Did Uncle Wei arrive here by chance?" thought the three people except Yu Yuanjun. However, when their eyes swept to Li Yan who was covered in blood, the thought was immediately shattered.
Li Yan was lying on the dark clouds, with his arms exposed in pieces. Although there was ointment covering them, it was only applied to the broken parts. One could still see some white bones in some places, which made them feel creepy.
Junior Sister Bai Rou's face was also as pale as paper, and she looked as if she had been seriously injured. Her aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, reminding people of a candle in the wind.
Wei Chongran was looking down at Li Yan with a gloomy face, and the spiritual light on his hands kept flashing and tapping various parts of Li Yan's body.
Yan Feijun asked in a low voice, "Uncle Wei, Junior Brother Li, what is this..."
Before he could finish his words, Wei Chongran glanced at them sideways with a cold look in his eyes, which was very different from his usual gentle appearance as a young man. Then he turned back and continued to treat Li Yan's injuries.
At this glance, the curious expressions on their faces suddenly froze, and it was obvious that Wei Chongran was in a very bad mood at the moment.
They didn't dare to ask any more questions and all looked at Bai Rou. Bai Rou gently shook her head at them, signaling them not to ask any more questions. Now they were even more confused.
Now everyone including Yu Yuanjun could only guess what happened. "After the demon cultivator knocked out a few of us, Uncle Wei (the fat cultivator) happened to arrive and then repelled the demon cultivator.
Li Yan and Bai Rou might have been in the center of the opponent's attack, so they were both seriously injured. It seems that we are blessed by God. "
They would never have thought that they had been unconscious for a long time, let alone believed that Li Yan and Bai Rou had been fighting against a Jindan demon cultivator.
After more than ten breaths, Wei Chongran finally stopped the magic spell in his hand, and looked at Li Yan, whose breathing was still unstable, with a look of worry on his face.
At this time, Bai Rou asked cautiously, "Uncle Wei, why is Junior Brother Li's breathing becoming more and more disordered!"
This time Wei Chongran did not show any dissatisfaction. He looked at a few people before answering softly.
"His internal organs were ruptured in many places, and 40% of his tendons and veins were broken and shattered, especially his arms, where the tendons and veins were damaged the most. Although he has been given the 'Spirit Protection Pill', the bleeding in his internal organs has stopped and he is recovering.
But after I used my spiritual power to dredge his arms, bones, and tendons, I was only able to reconnect a few of the main tendons. Next, maybe... maybe it all depends on him..."
Speaking of this, Wei Chongran sighed in his heart. Li Yan was really seriously injured this time, and even he felt very embarrassed.
After hearing Wei Chongran's words, the five people were shocked. Yu Yuanjun was the first one who almost cried out in surprise.
"The Soul Protecting Pill, this senior is talking about the Soul Protecting Pill, which is a sixth-grade healing pill. Even if the Yuanying ancestor of the family took it out, he would be in great pain. And the other party is obviously just a Jindan cultivator, and he just... used... used it..."
Yu Yuanjun now also knows that Li Yan should also be a foundation-building cultivator. The lives of ten or a hundred foundation-building cultivators may not be as valuable as one "God-Protecting Pill".
But what he didn't know was that if Li Yan hadn't fallen into coma so quickly, with Li Yan's carefulness and caution, everything would have gone according to his plan.
His spiritual consciousness was originally going to take out a legendary eighth-grade elixir that did not exist at all in the Desolate Moon Continent, but something went wrong and everything went in an unknown direction.
King Hu Xiao and his companions were surprised that Uncle Wei had the ability to say that Li Yan's injury would ultimately depend on himself. Li Yan's life was in danger. Bai Rou's already pale face became almost transparent.
But the reality is not just that. Wei Chongran was already putting it mildly. Li Yan's most serious injuries were in his internal organs, which were shattered by as much as 60%.
Although there is a "Soul Protecting Pill" to protect the internal organs and soul, this body should be unable to be saved. A person with most of his internal organs destroyed can only be alive among the immortal cultivators.
If Wei Chongran had delayed a little longer, even Li Yan's soul might have dissipated, so he had to act quickly and with all his strength this time.
Looking at the unconscious Li Yan, Wei Chongran recalled the scene he had sensed in his spiritual consciousness before.
“Even I can’t see through this kid’s cultivation. His true realm should be the Fake Dan realm. But even if that’s the case, according to what Bai Rou said, how could he hold back a demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Dan realm for nearly twenty breaths.
I'm afraid that no one among the foundation-building disciples in the sect can do this alone. It is truly amazing. This method has far surpassed my level back then.
He must have had great fortune during his training this year, but it's a pity that it would be difficult to preserve his cultivation.
It is already difficult to protect his spirit from dispersing now. After his spirit and soul are condensed, he will have to find a new body to possess. It is a pity that his body is in pieces and poisoned!"
Thinking of the dismembered poisonous body, Wei Chongran suddenly paused, as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, "No!"