Li Yan was indeed in a bad situation at this time. He would be at a disadvantage if he fought against the cultivators from Lingchong Peak and Buli Peak. They provided too much extra help, and now he was equivalent to fighting against two cultivators.
The Ghost-Faced Horse is almost at the same level as him, while Zhou Guaner is three levels higher.
If it weren't for the incredible Guishui Sutra, Li Yan would have been defeated halfway through the fight due to exhaustion of his magic power.
And with each higher realm, not only will the total amount of mana increase, but it will also become more refined, making the power of the spell more subtle and increasing exponentially.
He now relies on the five spiritual power tanks in his body to generate magic power endlessly, but even so, the income is not enough to cover the expenditure. Fortunately, the "maggots attached to the bones" in the twelve fragments of his body did not let him down. With his full efforts, Zhou Guan'er and the Ghost-faced Horse were unable to break through the defense for a while.
However, at this time, Li Yan's magic power was almost exhausted, and four ghost flame skulls had broken through to five inches in front of his protective aura.
The flying knife spiritual weapon was even more sharp. It was the last one to be launched but the first to arrive. It broke through the rain curtain at an extremely fast speed and was already two inches away from his body-protecting spiritual light. There were also many thin vines from the back that slowly attacked him.
However, the appearance of these spiritual weapons had also changed greatly at this moment. The Phantom Flame Skull had swollen several times, and the closer it was to Li Yan, the more it swollen it became. Wrapped in layers of gray water stains, only a faint green light could be seen flashing in the center.
The flying knife turned into a gray "flying stick", and the thin vine turned into a thick vine.
Zhou Guan'er was also depressed. He had been fighting against a man who was four levels lower than him, but he had not been able to defeat him. The poison was really unpredictable. He felt that the flying knife magic weapon would be scrapped after this use.
Fortunately, the Phantom Flame Skull and the Thin Vine were both transformed from spiritual energy and were only temporarily affected. Since the flying knife spiritual weapon could not be used in the future, he hardened his heart and planned to let the flying knife self-destruct as soon as it touched Li Yan's protective spiritual light.
The power of a spiritual weapon's self-detonation was so great that even with his cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Condensation, he had to hide as far away as possible. As for whether Li Yan would die or not, it was none of his business.
Anyway, every time the sect holds a competition, both sides will fight with all their strength, and there will be people supervising the battle to protect them.
However, Zhou Guan'er knew that there had been many accidental deaths in such competitions, but the sect would never resolve the matter afterwards, unless the person was a core disciple. Although the person in front of him had a Golden Core Master, he was only a registered disciple.
Another thing that puzzled him was that Li Yan had been poisoned by the fine thorns before, and those poisons were carefully prepared by him.
After entering the human body, the toxin flows into the internal organs along with the blood, causing nausea and vomiting at first, followed by paralysis of the whole body and fainting, and even causing the heart to stop beating until the person dies.
Where did Li Yan get the antidote? Apart from the abnormality of Li Yan's legs and feet when he was dodging, such a long time had passed and he did not suffer from the poison.
Just when Zhou Guaner was eager to break through Li Yan's defense, he did not realize that the patch of grass a dozen feet behind him, which he had carefully avoided, still had four or five clumps of grass left because Li Yan no longer infused it with magic power.
However, it was already translucent, and looked like it was about to collapse and disappear.
Zhou Guaner had also used his spiritual sense to investigate before and discovered that these small grasses were just ordinary magic spells performed by wood-type spiritual power, and he did not find anything abnormal in them.
Moreover, at that time, after Li Yan withdrew his magic power, the grass disappeared piece by piece. After seeing all this, he felt relieved.
Just as Li Yan was struggling to hold on, the four or five clusters of translucent grass that were about to disappear suddenly turned into tiny spots of light and disappeared in the next moment in this world.
Zhou Guaner was concentrating on attacking the front with all his strength and consciousness focused on Li Yan. In order to fully activate the flying knife, he did not activate the protective aura.
Because Li Yan was trapped in the rain, and he had previously scanned this area inch by inch with his spiritual sense, he attacked forward with confidence.
But suddenly, Zhou Guaner felt a sense of alarm in his heart. He felt a chill on his neck and was horrified. He quickly withdrew his spiritual sense and looked inside his body. After a quick scan, he did not find anything unusual.
He couldn't help but hesitate, wondering if he was too suspicious, but at this moment, the ghost-faced horse suddenly screamed even louder.
This should have been the rhythm of an intensified attack, but when Zhou Guaner, who was in tune with the opponent's thoughts, heard it, his face changed, because he could tell that it was the real painful neighing of the Ghost-Faced Horse.
He turned his head hurriedly and saw the Ghost-Faced Horse shaking its head rapidly, as if trying to get rid of something. However, there was nothing around and nothing appeared.
With another neigh, the ghost-faced horse's pair of small eyes suddenly changed from black and green to pure white, and then Big Nose gave a whistle, and more than a dozen phantom flame skulls shot towards him.
Zhou Guaner was suddenly shocked. It was obvious that the Ghost-Faced Horse was hit by the opponent's magic or poison. He quickly withdrew one hand to block it, while still maintaining the attack on Li Yan with the other hand.
As Zhou Guaner waved his hand, a large patch of burnt yellow leaves appeared behind him, and a dozen phantom flame skulls were immediately wrapped in it, blocking him.
Before he could take a closer look at the Ghost-Faced Horse, Zhou Guaner suddenly felt his heart spasm, as if someone was grabbing it tightly, and he groaned in pain.
Before he could look inside, the force gripping his heart tightened again. This time he screamed in pain, sweat gushing out of his whole body, and an inexplicable force pierced his sea of consciousness from the back of his neck.
Zhou Guaner lost consciousness in just an instant. A layer of white quickly appeared in his pair of eyes, which were originally black and white, and turned pure white in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Guaner looked around fiercely and saw the Ghost-Faced Horse at a glance. With a flash of spiritual power in his hand, countless black arrows appeared from the sky behind him.
If he waved his hand again, the ghost-faced horse might be shot into a hedgehog. In the distance, Li Yan was still hiding behind the rain curtain, not meeting the man and the beast.
At this moment, a blue light flashed on the battlefield, and a man appeared behind Zhou Guaner like a ghost. He patted him lightly, and Zhou Guaner immediately fell to the ground.
Without the support of the magic power, the scorched yellow leaf was no longer able to stop the Phantom Flame Skulls. More than a dozen Phantom Flame Skulls rushed over, and the man just waved his hand, and more than a dozen Phantom Flame Skulls disappeared without a trace. His figure flashed and appeared in front of the ghost-faced horse. It was impossible to see what he did. The ghost-faced horse's neighing stopped abruptly, and with a "thump", it fell to the ground and could not get up.
Only at this time did the black mass of arrows in the sky gradually disappear.
The man quickly checked Zhou Guan'er and the ghost-faced horse, frowned, and two rays of light shot into the bodies of the man and the beast respectively. He was about to look at Li Yan when suddenly his ears moved, as if he was listening to something.
He quickly picked up the man and the beast and flashed out of the light shield. Before leaving, he looked solemnly at Li Yan who had withdrawn the rain curtain. A voice floated in the air, "Thirty-three wins."
Below, Li Changting was stunned.
"This... this can also win? How did those poisons on the grass determine the time of attack? How did they know that Junior Brother Zhou was not prepared and suddenly launched an attack?"
She was an expert in foundation building, so naturally she noticed something was wrong with the few tufts of grass that were disintegrating. Those translucent grasses were deliberately kept together by Li Yan's magic power.
These also made her admire Li Yan's meticulous mind. Even though she had previously suspected that the grass might be a poison trap set by Li Yan, when the grass disappeared piece by piece, and she saw Zhou Guan'er carefully searching in front and behind her, she no longer paid attention to it.
Moreover, the two sides were so entangled in the fight that they did not notice those tufts of almost transparent grass that seemed to be disappearing, until those tufts of grass dissipated and turned into tiny dots of light, which made her notice something.
Li Yan's plan made her look up to him.
But what she didn't understand was how Li Yan controlled the poison on the grass so that it would not dissipate, but would only spread and attack at a specific time. You know, everyone here can control the poison on the grass to not dissipate.
But the poison of the controlled grass is hidden for a while, and then it explodes fully after a certain period of time, which is incredible.
The monks in several areas who noticed this match were in an uproar and started to discuss. Many people didn't know what was going on. Some monks who saw it clearly were also discussing how Li Yan controlled the time when the poison took effect.
Amidst the discussions, a smile appeared on Zhao Min's lips. Li Yan really did not disappoint her. After making arrangements layer by layer, he finally defeated the joint attack of the man and the beast.
However, she also wondered how the teenager was able to control the drug.
Wang Tian and Zuo Shengyan had grim expressions on their faces, and emitted bursts of cold aura from their bodies, causing all the cultivators from Lingchong Peak within a few feet of them to hide away and dare not speak.
"Xiaozhu Peak! Zhou Guan'er is so useless that he can't even defeat a low-level Qi Condensation Stage disciple."
Zuo Shengyan's face was covered with frost, and the scorpion on his exposed abdomen was trembling constantly. His pair of snow-white long legs turned even paler with anger. Wang Tian's aura was extremely gloomy.
Li Yan returned to his area, and Lin Daqiao kept looking him up and down.
"Junior brother, this is amazing, amazing!"
He was already sighing.
Wei Chituo grinned.
"You have made progress. I didn't expect you to have another trick up your sleeve. Your methods of sneaking people around are comparable to those of Senior Brother."
After saying this, he felt something was wrong and looked around quickly. When he saw that Li Wuyi was not in sight, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Yun Chunqu rarely nodded to Li Yan.
There was a look of surprise in Gong Chenying's eyes, and she seemed to have something to say, but in the end she didn't.
In the void pavilion, the cultivator who was supervising the battle at platform nine just now glanced at the senior brothers who were divided into several groups and discussing loudly, and the sect leader who looked helpless, and quickly said goodbye and left.
As he walked, he was thinking about what the sect leader had said to several uncles and aunts after examining Zhou Guaner.
"It's actually a poison that can be activated remotely through spiritual consciousness!"
This caused a surge of shock in his heart, this kind of toxin was something that only existed in legends. Although they could use their spiritual consciousness to remotely activate the toxin, they had not been able to keep the toxin in a dormant state.
After the poison is usually laid, it will continue to spread, and may be completely dispersed without waiting for the spiritual consciousness to be stimulated. As long as the poison is dispersed, the enemy's spiritual consciousness can detect it with just a scan.
The monks of the Wuliang Sect thought of many ways to make the poison dormant, but whether it was wrapping it with spiritual power or suppressing it with spiritual consciousness, the opponent would sense the existence of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness and would become more alert.
The ideal situation is to use another drug to suppress the volatilization of toxins, but the other drug must be colorless, odorless, or even invisible.
It is not enough to have all these conditions. It must also not conflict with the poison itself, and it must be able to be controlled and stimulated by spiritual consciousness, etc. These are problems that have never been solved, but he didn't expect to see them today. He really doesn't know how Li Yan refined it.
This kind of toxin is different from the poison of spiritual consciousness. The poison of spiritual consciousness is a poison that attacks the body along the spiritual consciousness.