EBE Chapter 302 The play is over
Chapter 302 The play is over
He walked slowly to Yan Ping's side.
"The spiritual energy of the Wuwang Sea is completely different from the spiritual energy on the continent. You can absorb the spiritual energy from those sea pills. Haven't you ever thought about why?"
Yan Ping raised his eyes and looked at him, his expression slightly cold.
To his current status, the group of demon cultivators in Wuwang Sea have made great contributions.
He didn't care about Yan Ping's gaze, but raised his hand. A stream of water jumped out of the dark blue pool, fell into his hand, and gathered into the shape of a water ball.
"This is the essence of those sea beasts. If you use it to refine your body, it will be more useful than the blood of those Dao Enlightenment cultivators."
"When they refined you, they added this thing, but only a little bit, not much."
When he said this, he looked at Yan Ping with bright eyes.
"With this added in, the tempering process becomes extremely painful. No one has ever been able to endure it. They originally planned to use you to practice swordplay when you were on the verge of death."
"But no one expected you to last so long."
Mentioning what happened nine years ago, Yan Ping's already precarious sanity, caught between hatred and murderous intent, became like a butterfly on the abyss, with nowhere to land and could only continue to fly forward tiredly.
He shouldn't have been like this now. At an age when people should indulge themselves, in order to prevent himself from losing control, he restrained himself from everything except hunting down the demon cultivators. This was endless restraint.
Including now he is also restraining himself for Qingzhou and Yuanzhou.
Yan Ping's face twisted for a moment, then quickly disappeared.
He had been looking at Yan Ping, and the moment he saw his expression change, a light flashed in his eyes, and he took action.
Strands of puppet threads suddenly attacked Yan Ping's sea of consciousness.
He knew exactly what was in Yan Ping's sea of consciousness.
But when he came in again this time, he found that there were changes in Yan Ping's sea of consciousness. At least the small group of spiritual consciousness that he saw alone last time was gone.
This time, His entry was not as smooth as last time. As soon as He emerged from Yan Ping's sea of consciousness, His puppet threads were shattered by Yan Ping's overwhelming spiritual consciousness.
He did not try again. A trace of regret appeared on his face. Looking at Yan Ping's eyes that were now full of murderous intent, he smiled maliciously.
"She's still quite defensive."
He just wanted to insert some puppet threads into Yan Ping's sea of consciousness. This kind of thing would be more likely to succeed if it caused emotional fluctuations. As long as the number was large enough, it would succeed sooner or later.
Trying to turn Yan Ping into a puppet is a time-consuming task, but He has patience.
Yan Ping's breathing had become a little rapid. As the moonlight fell, the jade seeds that He had injected into his body were almost completely worn out. Not only did his meridians hurt, but the pain in his sea of consciousness that had just moved was also now painful.
But the more pain he felt, the more he wanted to kill someone.
The hand that was imprisoned on the sinking stone unconsciously increased its strength, making a creaking sound, and there was a little purple mark on the wrist that was strangled by the sinking stone.
At the same time, the sinking bracelet was also one inch away from the sinking stone.
The Demon Lord who was standing nearby saw this scene, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately released his spiritual power on the two water-sinking bracelets.
In just a moment, Yan Ping's hand was sucked back again and fell back onto the sinking stone with two clangs.
When He saw this scene, His heart skipped a beat and He did not delay any longer.
He raised his hand and made a gesture. The originally dark blue pool was instantly filled with dark blue mist, which followed the guidance and came all the way to the sinking stone, completely covering Yan Ping.
The demon lord avoided it from a distance.
Yan Ping didn't know the function of this dark blue pool, but he still remembered what He had just said.
When the dark blue mist covered him, he became alert.
But the strange thing was that when the fog completely enveloped him, the pain that had been affected by the tide all the time was gradually disappearing.
The body feels as comfortable as soaking in warm water.
It's like dry grass and trees encountering sweet rain, and all the pores in the body are dilated to absorb it.
The murderous intent that was flooding his sea of consciousness inexplicably began to dissipate at this moment.
In just a moment, Yan Ping realized that it was those faint blue spots of light, the sea vapor from the Wuwang Sea absorbing the mist.
These mists are the spiritual energy of Wuwang Sea.
He was still standing in front of Yan Ping, but the changes in his body were obviously excessive.
The spiritual energy of the Wuwang Sea is corroding him.
Blood and flesh were falling down in large chunks, but He seemed to feel no pain. The corner of His mouth, which was half fallen off, was still smiling, revealing His white teeth.
"A secret prison has been formed here. All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth inside has been isolated by me. You should stay here well from now on."
"I'll come to see you every day."
After He finished speaking, His body completely decayed and turned into a pile of ashes.
There was no sound of human voice at the bottom of the sinkhole, only silence.
Yan Ping was tied to the sinking stone. He looked at the secret prison with a faint blue light around him and slowly exhaled.
This time it was a success.
All we have to do now is wait for the tide month to pass.
Yan Ping closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into his sea of knowledge.
The huge crack that ran through the sea of consciousness and the dense blue light spots inside were now calmed down and no longer agitated.
Yan Ping continued to move in, settling into the deepest part of the crack to check the seal he had set before.
As expected, it cracked again, and dark energy lingered around the edge of the seal, slowly but steadily gnawing at it, expanding the hole.
A sense of frustration rose in Yan Ping's heart.
【Hehehe, we are one】
[Your seal is useless, accept us as soon as possible]
[I told you to kill him but he didn’t. The pool he prepared doesn’t look like a good thing.]
[Why should we suffer here for them?]
[That’s right, if you’re hurt, we’re hurt too]
【I miss my sister】
[Do you want her to seal us up again? I don’t want that.]
[Then I want to smell the wild beast. I am so tired standing. I want to sit down, but my body is sore. I want to kill Him.]
[It's so quiet outside, I can't hear any movement]
Yan Ping listened to the whispers lingering in his ears with an expressionless face.
There are many different voices, and they reflect all sorts of thoughts.
The cracks grew larger and the sounds became more frequent.
Yan Ping raised his hand to continue sealing, and when the sealing was completed, he withdrew his hand. The scarlet in his eyes had faded away, turning back into pitch-black eyes.
He looked at the fog surrounding him and suddenly felt that the surroundings were indeed very quiet.
I used to find Taohuaju boring and had to find a secluded place to stay by myself.
It was secluded enough now, but so quiet that there was no sound at all.
Yan Ping leaned against the sinking stone behind him. The hair on the back of his neck pricked him a little uncomfortable. He wanted to raise his hand to get rid of it, but his hand was tightly clamped on the sinking stone again.
If you use your spiritual power, it will be absorbed by the water-sinking bracelet and the neck collar.
A hint of annoyance rose in Yan Ping's eyes.
He had never been so sad when Wen Ye was with him before.
I’m so annoyed now!