I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 262 Seven stars lock Oita

There are eight or nine demon cultivators at the Danhua realm in the cave, stationed in different places.

As time passed, someone noticed something was wrong and the smell of blood in the cave became stronger.

Just as he was about to sound the alarm, he was dragged away by the thick darkness behind him.

Wen Ye stood on a boulder. He couldn't see what was happening below, but he could smell the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger.

Wen Ye felt uneasy for no reason.

Although Yan Ping's way of killing people in the past was very devilish, he would just suck the people dry, but it was still better than killing people now where all they see is blood.

Maybe an hour passed, or maybe two hours, or maybe just one stick of incense.

But Wen Ye didn't want to wait any longer, so he turned around and wanted to leave the boulder and go down to look for someone.

He saw Yan Ping suddenly appear beside the blood pool carrying a corpse.

At first glance, there was no difference from before, but Wen Ye felt that something had changed.

Until Yan Ping threw the corpse in his hand directly into the pool of blood and looked back at him.

Although he looked smiling gently, Yan Ping's eyes seemed to be filled with sticky malice all the time.

It makes people wonder if there is an evil ghost living in his eyes, and they are terrified.

Wen Ye’s feeling was right, Yan Ping seemed to be a little out of control now.

Yan Ping suddenly appeared in front of him and asked in a clear voice, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Ye closed his eyes. If he didn't look into Yan Ping's eyes, Yan Ping seemed closer than ever at this moment.

But that's like a carnivorous plant that lures people into the abyss.

Wen Ye suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Yan Ping's wrist, which was as cold as ice and not hot at all.

Yan Ping's heart was not at peace. He did not think too much about his action at this moment. He just tilted his head slightly to express his confusion.

"what happened?"

His voice was gentle and clear.

Wen Ye opened his eyes again and looked directly into Yan Ping's eyes. At that moment, the beautiful outer skin was torn off, revealing the true corruption inside.

Wen Ye looked at the malice that was so sticky that it wanted to drown him, chose to turn a blind eye, and whispered, "Is the senior okay?"

Yan Ping blinked and looked outside. "No, there are still many people outside who have not been killed."

Wen Ye clenched his fingers, then quickly relaxed.

He looked at Yan Ping's now dark red eyes, remained silent for a while, then lowered his eyes, "Don't go."

This was the first time he stopped Yan Ping's idea.

As expected, Yan Ping's eyes turned bloodshot, and his originally clear and bright tone turned cold as he stared at Wen Ye.

"You're not listening anymore, and you want to stop me."

When Wen Ye heard that, he looked up at him and said, "You are not in the right condition. You can't go out again."

Yan Ping smiled instantly, with unbridled killing intent, "I'm fine, let go."

The two looked at each other for a long time, one with murderous intent and the other with depression. Wen Ye finally slowly let go of his hand and closed his eyes.

A trace of disappointment flashed through Yan Ping's mind.

The next second, he staggered due to the huge force coming from his hands.

The originally invisible spiritual chain appeared at this moment.

The spiritual chains as thick as a baby's arm that were fastened on his hands and feet instantly tightened and shrank towards the formation plate that he had been wearing on his right hand.

The Seven Star Lock was activated with full force.

Yan Ping didn't have time to think about why he was disappointed before. He was so angry that he laughed at Wen Ye's action. He stood firm and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Wen Ye, release the formation plate for me!"

Wen Ye spoke calmly without opening his eyes.

"If you want to go, then go ahead. It's just a backlash. I can still hold on."

At this moment, all his mind was focused on activating the Seven Star Lock. If he really suffered a backlash, he would have to recuperate for half a year.

Wen Ye didn't know what exactly was going on with Yan Ping, but Yan Ping had never revealed such strong evil thoughts in the past.

In the past, Yan Ping was restrained and rational. Even though he had evil intentions, he never did anything out of line.

But now Yan Ping is out of control.

Wen Ye controls the Seven Star Lock, so he needs to stop Yan Ping.

Whether we can stop it or not is up to us, at least we have tried.

As he spoke, Yan Ping could feel that the spiritual chain, which had been stretched to its limits, had gained an extra layer of strength. If the stalemate continued, the spiritual chain would surely break.

Yan Ping's face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip from it.

For a moment, he wanted to break apart directly, but thinking about Wen Ye lying on the bed due to the backlash, and Ji Heyu nagging in his ear.

The malice that had been raging in my consciousness finally faded away.

Yan Ping relaxed the strength on his hands and allowed his left and right hands to be tied together, to prevent the spirit chain from breaking from excessive force.

He pursed his lips, then said stiffly, "Let go, I won't go."

Wen Ye opened his eyes and looked at him.

The glowing white man was standing there at this moment, his appearance was too delicate, his hands were bound by spirit chains, his face was expressionless, but his lips were tightly pursed.

People who didn't understand the situation thought he was being bullied, but Wen Ye just felt relieved.

The bet was won.

Wen Ye quickly loosened the Seven Star Lock, walked up to Yan Ping, and sincerely admitted his mistake.

"It was my fault just now, please forgive me, senior."

Yan Ping rubbed his wrist, his eyes had turned dark, and after hearing what he said, he glanced at the back of his neck and sneered.

"Get out of my sight."

"Yes."

Wen Ye agreed with his head lowered. Before leaving, he took out a luxurious velvet chair from the storage space and a table, on which he placed tea, snacks and other refreshments.

"Senior, please use it slowly."

Wen Ye left, heading towards the blood pool.

On top of the small boulder, there were tables, chairs, and snacks, a gesture of apology being fully expressed.

Yan Ping looked at him expressionlessly for a long while before turning around and sitting down, speaking softly to comfort himself.

"If you are tired of killing people, take a break and continue killing later."

And he killed a left protector, so what's wrong with enjoying it?

When Wen Ye approached the blood pool, the children huddled inside saw him and no one dared to make a sound.

Wen Ye didn't say anything either. He stood beside the blood pool and looked at Mei Can who was completely submerged in the blood pool. He closed his eyes and began to recite the mental method.

He didn't know whether this thing was still useful to Mei Can, but at least it could make him feel better.

Mei Can now feels like he is living in hell. He has forgotten who he is, whether he is a man or a woman, or how old he is.

The only thing was the inescapable pain that was like a flame, wrapping around the body from the inside out.

Until I heard a familiar chanting of mental methods in my ears. It was a very calm-sounding voice, completely different from the previous ones.

Mei Can didn't know where this idea came from, but his body had already begun to practice the exercises instinctively.

I do not know how long it has been.

Mei Can, who had been sinking to the bottom of the blood pool, suddenly floated to the surface, and his skin, as white as jade and as delicate as a baby's, emerged from the blood.

A neutral face and petite shoulders that are round enough to be held in one hand.

Before Wen Ye could continue looking, a bright light enveloped Mei Can and he could no longer see anything.

It was accompanied by Yan Ping's cold voice.

"If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyes."

Wen Ye: "..."