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

Chapter 246: Suppressing with Talismans, Cracks of Malicious Intentions

Yu Tianhong is very fast.

He and Wen Ye are currently at the same realm, and both are sword practitioners.

Wen Yegang was hit hard by him, and even though he noticed that something was wrong with Yan Ping, he was too late to stop Yu Tianhong.

Ji Heyu, the only one who had this ability, came in from the door with an expression of dismay on his face.

Then they both witnessed a spectacular tragedy.

Yan Ping was thrown onto the bed by Yu Tianhong, with his clothes on, and his head hit the bed board hard, making a dull sound.

Wen Ye's face changed again and he flew up.

Ji Heyu: “…”

He didn't understand what was going on.

But a feeling of horror has already surged into my heart.

Stubborn people are dangerous, and stubborn people with brain problems are even more dangerous.

He felt that he should buy a coffin for Yu Tianhong, who had finally managed to save his life.

Yu Tianhong was still holding Yan Ping at this moment, completely unaware of what was happening. He lay on top of Yan Ping, just looking at him with sparkling eyes filled with trust, admiration and excited anticipation.

"Senior, senior, please accept me as your disciple!"

“I can do anything!”

"I'll ask my grandfather to chase these strangers away! Just accept me as your apprentice!"

Yan Ping's face was pale, his brows were tightly closed, and he did not respond.

Yu Tianhong felt a little disappointed and wanted to speak again, but Wen Ye arrived and grabbed her by the collar and threw her out.

His eyes were dazed, and just as he was about to make a move, he was trapped by a formation plate set by Wen Ye.

Wen Ye half-hugged Yan Ping in his arms and straightened him up, while shouting without turning his head.

"Senior, something is wrong, Senior Rufeng..."

Before he could finish his words, Ji Heyu, who had sensed something was wrong, suddenly appeared beside him with a serious look on his face. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and pressed it against Yan Ping's brow.

In an instant, Ji Heyu's face turned ugly.

Wen Ye was half-kneeling on the bed, holding Yan Ping in his arms. At this moment, he could clearly see the sudden ugly look on Ji Heyu's face.

His spirit, which had been tense just now, tensed up again.

"What happened to the senior?"

Ji Heyu didn't say anything. The moment he drew out his spiritual consciousness, he took out a bottle of blood and drew talismans at an extremely fast speed.

After finishing the drawing, he directly hit Yan Ping's sea of ​​consciousness and drew seven calming talismans in a row. After drawing all the blood in the bottle, Ji Heyu forced out his own blood and started drawing talismans.

A total of nine pictures were drawn and suppressed into Yan Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

After drawing the calming talisman, Ji Heyu did not stop. Instead, he took out spiritual paper and drew hundreds of talismans at an extremely fast speed, connecting them to each other.

With Yan Ping as the center, suspended in the air, mysterious chains formed, locking Yan Ping inside.

Wen Ye half-hugged Yan Ping's hand, and tightened it unconsciously.

Ji Heyu stopped at this time. His eyes were weak and his face was pale. The blood that Yu Tianhong had restored some time ago was all lost today. His voice also sounded a little weak.

"Okay, let him lie down first."

"It should be fine after he calms down a bit."

Wen Ye looked down at Yan Ping, his eyes tightly closed, as if he had lost consciousness, and the weight of his entire body was leaning on him.

He pursed his lips, then followed Ji Heyu's instructions and carefully laid Yan Ping on the bed.

"Senior Rufeng, what happened to him?"

After Ji Heyu finished drawing the talisman, he went to the side and sat down tiredly. After hearing his words, he forced himself to cheer up.

"The consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness has lost control."

The matter of losing control of spiritual consciousness can be a big deal or a small one, it just depends on the degree. A little bit is not a big problem, but if it is a lot, then it will be a big trouble.

In mild cases, the sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged, and in severe cases, consciousness will be annihilated.

Yan Ping's sea of ​​consciousness had a very strong defense. He could only feel from the very periphery that his consciousness was out of control and in great chaos.

After entering for a while, he discovered that Yan Ping's consciousness was still becoming more and more confused, and the aura transmitted by him was becoming more and more mixed.

If a cultivator in the Dan Hua realm was so confused, Ji Heyu would be able to sentence him to death.

But considering Yan Ping's level of cultivation, this little chaos might not be a big deal. Ji Heyu did not dare to take the risk and simply came out and started drawing talismans to suppress it.

Wen Ye frowned.

"Senior, you were fine yesterday, how come you suddenly lost control of your consciousness?"

Ji Heyu’s face turned as pale as a ghost and he shook his head slightly.

"do not know."

Wen Ye pursed his lips, he recalled the action of Yan Ping closing his eyes and holding the table when he first entered the door.

Did you feel uncomfortable at that time?

Yu Tianhong, who was locked in a corner, stared blankly outside, not understanding what was happening outside.

After his eyes were distracted for a moment, he felt his head swelling and shaking, and a dull pain coming from his head. He couldn't help but raise his hand to hold his head.

His fingers pinched into the black and white hair, holding his scalp tightly to resist the pain coming from his head.

A few strands of hair fell from his eyes.

The interweaving of black and white made Yu Tianhong's distracted eyes clear for a moment.

He remembers that he was still very young, so why does he have white hair?

The next moment, a thought flashed through his chaotic mind, and then he suddenly stopped.

A trace of trance appeared on Yu Tianhong's face.

He remembered that he was going to the back mountain to meet Zhu Zhizhi today. The time had been agreed and it was time for him to leave.

Yu Tianhong forgot what had just happened and walked towards the door.

But as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the formation.

He frowned slightly, "Why is Wen Ye's formation here?"

Yu Tianhong's thoughts drifted away in an instant. The senior had told them to practice against each other, so was this the formation that Wen Ye used to trap him?

Yu Tianhong looked at the formation in front of him and smiled contemptuously, "Is this enough for me to break it?"

As he spoke, he drew out his sword with a clang, bringing out the cold light of the long sword.

The sharp cold light mixed with sword intent instantly attracted the attention of Wen Ye and Ji Heyu.

Wen Ye and Ji Heyu's attention was drawn over to his movements and the disdainful expression on his face.

Ji Heyu: “…”

Wen Ye calmed down for a moment, raised his hand and threw out another formation plate, suppressing Yu Tianhong with a cold voice.

"How long will he continue like this?"

Yu Tianhong's memory is now unstable. A random word or an event will cause his memory to be confused and transferred to different periods.

They were tormented for the entire morning, but Wen Ye never showed any impatience.

But now Yan Ping is lying on the bed. Although it has little to do with Yu Tianhong, when he thinks about Yu Tianhong's overly rash behavior, he feels it is necessary to ask.

Ji Heyu twitched his lips and turned his head away, unable to bear the sight. "About ten days. Yan Ping was too ruthless."

The big hole in Yu Tianhong's soul was too big. Although it was filled by Yan Ping, he was still injured after all and had been parasitized and controlled by "Him" before.

Now that I'm awake, the only problem I have with my memory is still acceptable. It should be fine once I completely integrate with Yan Ping's consciousness.

Wen Ye was silent for a moment before he turned his gaze to Yan Ping.

"So how long will it take, senior?"

Ji Heyu turned around and rubbed his brows, "I don't know, it depends on him."

Yan Ping's current feeling can't be described as good, but it can't be described as bad either.

The moment he used his spiritual sense, he finally understood why he felt so dizzy.

He is now in the core of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the original building at the core of the sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed, it still looked orderly.

At this moment, all the broken bricks and tiles seemed to have lost their gravity. They all floated in the air and spun wildly, as if an invisible hurricane was stirring inside.

The spiritual consciousness outside the core of the sea of ​​consciousness all turned into mist, like the tides in the deep sea, sweeping and rippling each other, creating huge waves.

Waves of dizziness flooded into Yan Ping's consciousness.

But compared with the dizziness in the body that made me lose track of the world, this was just child's play.

Yan Ping fell from the sky onto the tall sword mountain in the middle. There was a deep and wide crack here, with a faint blue light spot sticking to the edge that remained motionless under the hurricane.

This was the injury he suffered at the Wuwang Sea.

He looked into the depths of the crack, where the source of his spiritual consciousness losing control this time was.

Yan Ping's eyes were deep. After looking for a while, he suddenly jumped into the crack.

With great speed, he avoided the faint blue spots of light and reached the bottom of the crack.

Deep in the crack is also the bottom of Jianshan Mountain. Compared with the outside, it is much darker here. Looking up into the crack, one can only see the vague light of the sky.

The source of light is even more of those faint blue spots.

Yan Ping continued to walk in slowly. The further he went in, the darker the light became, and at the same time, there was a touch of something pure and extremely profound.

Yan Ping's appearance also changed accordingly, his pupils turned from pitch black to bright red, with a faint red glow.

A sticky malice emanated from his entire body.

He didn't stop until he reached the deepest part. It was already so dark that no light could be seen. The surrounding rocks seemed to have turned into nothingness, and it was completely dark.

Many whispering voices suddenly appeared in his ears.

[Hehehe, look, he’s finally here]

[He came in after such a long time since we were out, is he going to die?]

[It would be better if he died. When we get out, we will hang up that disobedient Long Aotian and cut him into pieces with our swords.]

[I agree, saving the world is meaningless, and the wounds on my body hurt, it’s all Wen Ye’s fault]

[Kill him first when I get out, then refine the natural sword bone into a sword. The sword in my hand happens to be broken.]

[No, his sword intent is not strong enough. I need to teach him first. When his sword intent is fully developed, I can then use his bones to practice swordplay.]

Yan Ping listened to the whispers around his ears without any rejection. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he raised his hands to make a seal, with excitement shining in his bright red eyes, and spoke.

"In this case, why not imitate what happened in the past? When his sword power is fully developed, we can use it to clean his blood, flesh, tendons and bones. The sword refined in this way will definitely be better than the black and white sword."

The rustling voices nearby interrupted without hesitation, and their voices were also extremely excited.

[I think it's okay. We live such a miserable life, how can he live so comfortably?]

[Doesn’t he like Mu Yunxi? Why not just kill her in front of him?]

[Hehehe, this is brilliant. A sword made like this must be a good one.]

[Let’s not talk about the sword first, we are going to be sealed again]

The noise beside Yan Ping's ears fell silent for a moment.

[Stop him now]

The already sticky darkness around him instantly enveloped him, but it was of no use. Yan Ping raised his hands and formed a seal with ease.

[We are one, he wants to seal us, how can we stop him?]

[I’m dying. I finally managed to take advantage of the light from those sea beasts to go out for a stroll.]

[Tsk, why are you panicking? He can't go back for a while, and my sister isn't here. We can get out sooner or later.]

Yan Ping listened to what they said, clicked his tongue, but his hands did not stop moving. The originally dark cracks gradually began to show huge patterns of light.

The constant chattering in my ears.

[Ah, I miss my sister]

[Save the world, go home to find your sister]

[No, didn’t the remnant soul say that my sister has a blood curse? I need to find the solution to the curse first.]

[If we get the solution to the spell, will my sister stop sealing us?]

The light from the lines is not bright, but it can easily dispel the darkness inside, the moment when the lines connect to each other.

The light became brighter again, and the voice in his ear gradually faded away.

Yan Ping had just finished his hand gestures when he tilted his head and smiled slightly.

"Don't think about it. Sister doesn't want to see you come out at all."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he threw the hand gesture forward, and the sound beside his ears completely disappeared.

The light of the pattern became brighter again, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness and revealing the original scene.

It was also a crack, and there were many faint blue spots around it, but it was originally covered by thick darkness and was only revealed at this time.

Yan Ping looked at the ground where the patterns had just lit up.

There is a tiny crack that has just closed, and if you are not careful, it will be overlooked.

But who could have thought that it was this crack that caused him to lose control of his consciousness this time.

The darkness faded away, and the dizzy state that had been in my mind all the time finally dissipated.

Yan Ping turned around and flew out without mercy.

After leaving the crack, he got rid of the influence under the crack and returned to his previous appearance, but there was still a bit of excitement in his eyes.

The center of the sea of ​​consciousness has returned to its original state, but the out-of-control consciousness in the periphery will take some time.

When Yan Ping appeared at the periphery of the sea of ​​consciousness, he discovered that the spiritual consciousness at the periphery of the sea of ​​consciousness was much calmer, not as turbulent as when he first came in.

Looking further outside, there were nine calming talismans floating there, continuously emitting a soothing aura.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows.

Ji Heyu really helped a lot this time. With these nine talismans, he didn't have to do anything and just had to wait for the talismans to take effect.

Otherwise, it would take him several days to calm his consciousness by himself. Perhaps due to the influence of what he had just experienced deep in the crack, he now wanted to go to Guanshui City and didn't want to waste any time.

Yan Ping closed his eyes and regained control of his body, his physical senses gradually recovering.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the talismans floating in the air around him. The chains formed by each other bound him tightly.

Yan Ping raised his hand and felt a resistance. He tilted his head slightly and saw that he was holding a spiritual chain in his hand, which was very tight.

He recognized the spiritual chain and stopped trying to tear it apart by force.

That was the spiritual chain belonging to the Seven Star Lock that he always wore on his body.

If it was torn apart like this, Wen Ye would definitely be retaliated against.

Yan Ping didn't want to see Wen Ye suffer backlash again, so he simply put his hand down again.

At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. Yan Ping looked up and saw Wen Ye standing at the door. There was visible fatigue between his brows, but the light in his eyes was very bright.

"Senior, you are awake."