Thinking of this, Wei Chongran's brows suddenly frowned.
“No, how come Li Yan’s body has traces of practicing Qiongqi Purgatory Technique, and his strength is far higher than Chen Ying and Min Er.
This is also the reason why it has been able to hold on until now. This was definitely not taught by Min Er. She has no right to pass this technique on to others at will. Could it be Chen Ying?"
Wei Chongran was shocked. Even Gong Chenying could not pass on the clan's secrets to others, unless...
"King Qing!" A thought flashed quickly through Wei Chongran's mind.
"Could it be that Wuyi and I have been wrong all along, and Li Yan and Chenying are the ones who are in love with each other?" Wei Chongran couldn't help but look at the unconscious Li Yan again.
He then gently shook his head and said, "No, this shouldn't be the Qiongqi Purgatory Technique. Even if Chen Ying were to teach it to him, even if the two of them had feelings for each other, he could only teach him up to the third level at most.
But Li Yan's physical strength is already able to compete with the demon cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Not to mention the third level of the Qiongqi Purgatory Technique, even the fourth level is not enough.
Chen Ying is a stubborn person and will never betray the rules of his clan until his death. Could this be another powerful body-refining technique similar to the Qiongqi Purgatory Technique
But how did Li Yan obtain this magic? I have never heard of it before..."
For a moment, Wei Chongran felt that he had guessed wrong. He knew the Tianli tribe much better than others, and had a deep understanding of the Qiongqi Purgatory Technique. He instead wondered if he was too suspicious.
… …
Li Yan only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, but his mind was becoming clearer and clearer, as if he was becoming more awake due to the cold.
A familiar voice came from the distance, "Uncle Wei, Junior Brother Li's breathing is becoming more and more disordered..."
A flash of lightning flashed through Li Yan's mind, and in an instant many images passed by his eyes.
"I seem to have been fighting with someone before. That person was a Jindan demon cultivator. I... am I dead?"
In an instant, Li Yan remembered many things, but what it brought to him was panic and fear.
He had never been to the Nine Netherworld, but he felt like he was already there.
Death is feared by everyone, and Li Yan is no exception. He looked up and around. It was always quiet here, and he was the only one in the world.
Even though he was usually extremely calm, he felt his heart sinking.
"I am one step ahead of Bai Rou and the others. That demon cultivator will not let Senior Sister Bai and the others go no matter what. I may encounter their spirits again soon."
Li Yan felt colder and colder, and felt his body losing consciousness bit by bit. He subconsciously tried to summon his magic power to resist several times, but the waves of spiritual power that used to surge through his veins were empty.
Slowly, Li Yan found that his consciousness also felt like it was leaving his body. All his consciousness was converging on the top of his head, and he was unable to sense anywhere else. It seemed that he was about to break through the Niwan Palace and fly away.
At the same time, in the originally gloomy sky above Li Yan's head, those dark gray clouds were slowly beginning to circle, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
Soon a vortex formed above Li Yan's head, and the center of the vortex became brighter and brighter.
As the vortex rotated, a huge suction force was generated from the middle. Li Yan's three souls and seven spirits appeared in Li Yan's Niwan Palace, and Li Yan's faces of joy, sadness, or anger appeared alternately.
Li Yan was shocked. He already felt something was wrong. He felt a sharp pain in his Niwan Palace. This was the instinct of his three souls and seven spirits to break free from the restraints.
Although he didn't know where he was, he understood that once his three souls and seven spirits left his body, it would be absolutely impossible for him to return his souls and seven spirits to their places since he was not a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Isn't it said that souls are taken away by the black and white impermanence ghosts? I am going to fly away by myself."
Looking at the vortex above his head spinning faster and faster, and the white light in it becoming brighter and brighter, it actually felt dazzling at this moment, making the surrounding gray world even more colorless.
Under the powerful suction force, a small part of Li Yan's soul had already moved out of his body.
Li Yan was shocked and angry, and quickly concentrated all his consciousness, trying to block the Niwan Palace, but it was all in vain. The situation did not change at all because of his efforts, and the soul continued to be stretched upwards.
Li Yan looked down in horror, only to see that his entire body was already burning with dark blue flames, but he felt no pain and could not feel the temperature. It was indescribably strange.
Li Yan felt his soul being pulled out of the Niwan Palace bit by bit. The only part of his body he still had some sense of was this small Niwan Palace.
After concentrating his energy for several times, he finally gave a bitter smile and gave up the attempt. "Among the six people, I am the first one to go to hell."
… …
Inside Li Yan's cave in Fengliang Mountain, Wei Chongran was the only one standing inside the cave. Looking at Li Yan lying on the bed, feeling the soul slowly condensing in Li Yan's Niwan Palace, Wei Chongran sighed softly.
"The body is mostly damaged, and there is no way to save it. The soul is about to dissolve!"
Wei Chongran clapped his hand on his waist, and a light green, almost transparent small bottle appeared at the Niwan Palace on Li Yan's head.
Then he quickly drew several arcs in the air with his hands, and complex and ancient spells flashing in white or gold appeared in the sky above Li Yan who was lying flat on his back, illuminating Li Yan's body in flickering light.
Wei Chongran could feel that Li Yan's body was slowly getting colder. Even though he had a lot of mid-grade elixirs in his hands, Li Yan's body had almost become a sieve with holes everywhere.
Especially the dozens of cracks in the internal organs. When Wei Chongran explored them with his spiritual sense, they were like the open mouths of babies, with the insides turned into a piece of meat paste.
Only the rare treasures of heaven and earth can regenerate and restore the body. Even if Wei Chongran asked his master to help, he would be powerless. Unless a Divine Transformation cultivator took action, it would be possible to revive Li Yan, but it was obviously impossible. Wei Chongran heard that the Divine Transformation ancestors of the four major sects were in seclusion to make a final all-out fight with the demons. How could they waste their mana for a Foundation Establishment cultivator at this time
Even if he asked his master to intercede for him, it would be impossible.
"Looking at the severity of the throat injury of that demon cultivator, and the power of Li Yan's last blow, if the opponent was not a very strong physical cultivator, his neck would have been cut off by this blow."
Wei Chongran certainly understood how great the recoil force Li Yan had suffered, and was also surprised by Li Yan's final desperate attack.
Under the sneak attack, he was not sure if he could withstand Li Yan's blow with his physical body.
Wei Chongran now has no choice but to cast a spell to collect Li Yan's soul first, and then find a suitable body for him to take over later. This is almost a miracle for mortals, but in the eyes of powerful cultivators, it is still possible.
And just as those ancient spells began to condense into a larger spell and imprinted on Li Yan's Niwan Palace, a faint silver light suddenly flashed on Li Yan's motionless body.
Although the silver light flashed for a moment, it could not escape Wei Chongran's eyes. He immediately paused the magic formula in his hand and looked intently again.
… …
Li Yan simply let go of his three souls and seven spirits. At this point, he still had hope. Familiar faces passed before his eyes. Li Yan sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
But at this moment, a spot of silver light suddenly appeared from his lower abdomen, which was covered with dark blue flames. Even though the dark blue flames were floating, they could not cover up the brilliance of the silver light.
At the same time, a vicissitudes of life and indifference suddenly appeared in Li Yan's consciousness, "Nine layers of the netherworld, one layer is nirvana, crossing the Yellow Spring River, the thought of immortality."
Li Yan was very familiar with this voice, which was exactly the same as the cold voice in the silver paper space.
Just as Li Yan was stunned and had not yet reacted to what the words meant, the silver light on his lower abdomen suddenly became dazzling, and circles of silver ripples appeared.
The silver light rolled over like a wave, spreading throughout his body in an instant.
The dark blue flames outside Li Yan's body were suddenly suppressed and became unstable. Silver ripples swept over and covered Li Yan's Niwan Palace and entire body in an instant.
The half of Li Yan's soul that had been pulled out was cut off by the silver light in the next moment, and the suction force from the vortex above his head was cut off, and the soul quickly fell back into the Niwan Palace.
… …
Wei Zhongran stared at the lower abdomen of Li Yan who was lying on the bed. After a flash of silver light appeared, a layer of silver quickly spread and covered Li Yan's exposed and scarred skin.
In an instant, Li Yan's entire body, including his face, seemed to be covered with a silver mask. It became shiny and made people feel a little creepy.
Wei Chongran immediately stopped the magic spell in his hand, but his body did not move, only a golden color was emanating from his body.
He stared at Li Yan. Although his hands stopped moving, he was ready to stop him at any time if he found that Li Yan was doing something wrong.
Seeing Li Yan's strange transformation, Wei Chongran's first reaction was "someone else has taken over his body."
But when his spiritual sense swept over Li Yan, he was suddenly surprised and happy. Then he used his spiritual sense to scan him again carefully with uncertainty.
After a long while, he murmured, "Is it caused by the poisonous body? How can there be such a strange physique in the world?"
In Wei Chongran's consciousness, Li Yan, covered by the silver light, was slowly recovering. Some broken bones could be clearly seen, and the tendons were slowly moving.
Even the most severely damaged organs in the body were filled with silver, making it difficult for Wei Chongran to see clearly with his spiritual sense.
But the appearance of these silver lights clearly caused Li Yan to endure tremendous pain. In a coma, Li Yan's teeth were chattering and his body was twitching constantly.
Even with such severe pain, Li Yan still did not wake up from the pain.
… …
After the vortex above Li Yan's head lost its target, a hideous face slowly emerged from the bright spot in the center.
He looked ferociously at Li Yan who was standing on the single bridge below. An extremely angry expression appeared in his eyes. He opened his mouth and let out a silent roar. The dark cloud still hanging above Li Yan's head suddenly turned rapidly.
But after a moment, the rotating dark cloud seemed like a ferocious beast that had lost its target. After circling a few times, the ferocious ghost face in the center of the vortex above showed confusion and puzzlement in its eyes.
Slowly the vortex became dimmer, and finally disappeared without a trace. There was still a gloomy sky above Li Yan's head.
Li Yan's body, which had been unconscious, suddenly felt waves of severe pain. While taking a breath, Li Yan quickly lowered his head to look.
He noticed that the silver light in his lower abdomen was getting brighter and brighter, and it seemed as if the tendons in his body were being pulled out one by one, and then roughly twisted together again.
Li Yan felt that his three souls and seven spirits were trembling with pain, and sweat was pouring out of his body.
Li Yan roared continuously in this empty space, causing the blue flames on his body to fall off.
He wanted to run away in pain, but his body was still firmly nailed to the bridge.
What frightened him even more was that, as if thousands of swords were twisting his body, his consciousness became clearer and clearer, and the pain he endured became greater and greater.