Chapter 93: Li Yan, the Three-Element Spiritual Root

At the same time as the Wuliang Sect's Qi Condensation Competition, in front of a small courtyard in the Ten-Step Courtyard, a young monk carrying a huge sword box was talking in a low voice with two monks standing outside the door. After a few words, he pushed the door open and walked in. The courtyard was full of green trees and thick shade. This was a quadrangle courtyard. There was no one in the courtyard. Many spiritual herbs were planted on the ground in the courtyard, neatly divided into pieces, lush and green. The breeze was fragrant, very quiet and elegant. The monk did not mean to stay at all. He just looked in the direction of the courtyard and walked towards a house. He pushed the door open. The house was antique, with hollow window lattices and a dark-colored long table surrounded by several simple-colored armchairs and elegant screens. The shape was elegant and the craftsmanship was exquisite, with a strong oriental culture and aesthetic charm.

After entering the room, the monk with the sword box went straight to the back of the screen. Behind the screen, there was a bookshelf with many books on it. He went to the bookshelf, took out a book, and then flipped through it carefully. When he turned to a page, he gathered his spiritual power with his hands and clicked on a certain word. After the word created a ripple, it disappeared from the line, making the line of words interrupted and disordered. In this way, he kept flipping through the pages and clicking. The words in the lines kept disappearing. After he clicked thirteen times in a row, the book in his hand turned into a purple light and disappeared. The bookshelf in front of him twisted and revealed a black hole with purple light. The black hole slowly rotated, as if leading to the endless void. The monk with the sword box took a step into it and disappeared. After he entered, the black hole twisted a few times and disappeared. The bookshelf just now appeared there again, and the rows of books on it remained the same.

Under a gray sky, there were bare gray mountains everywhere, with peaks standing in an endless row. At this time, on the top of a gray mountain, after a twist in space, a monk carrying a sword box came out, and on the cliff in front of him, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Brother, Elder Xing asked me to tell you that the Wuliang Sect used Qi Condensation cultivators to participate in the Life and Death Wheel, and they are now in the selection process." The monk carrying the sword box saw that the sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes looked like he was waiting for someone in front of him, and there was no surprise on his face. He stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Oh, has it fallen into the trap?" The young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes did not turn his head, and said lightly, his voice was neither surprised nor happy.

"Then should we notify the brothers of Taixuan Sect and Pure Land Sect?" The monk carrying the sword box asked carefully.

"They, they are still in those places and have not come out. I will tell them when the time comes." The young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes still spoke, but his eyes moved to a farther distance.

The monk carrying the sword box followed the gaze of the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. From time to time, there were faint roars coming from the gray mountains in the distance, and various spiritual energy fluctuations flashed in the sky at the same time.

And below the mountain where the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes was standing, there were dozens of monks with murderous auras and bloody auras. Their gray clothes were a little torn, and many of them were covered with blood. They all stood expressionlessly, and their spiritual pressures were all at the tenth level of the Qi Condensation Stage.

Li Yan

Looking at a few dozen meters away, a monk who had never left the peak was looking at him with a slightly green face. A cloud of insects was buzzing and flapping their wings above his head, but they did not attack Li Yan.

Li Yan had no expression on his face and did not make any movement. The monk on the opposite side suddenly sank under his feet. The monk was obviously prepared and flew into the air. The cloud of insects also flew towards Li Yan. However, at this moment, a large piece of yellow sand covered his head above the cloud of insects. The cloud of insects made a sharp hissing sound and shuttled through the yellow sand to attack Li Yan, but many of them fell during the attack.

After the monk Bulifeng dodged the "quicksand technique" under his feet, his body floated to the side for dozens of meters. As soon as he landed, he suddenly felt a warning in his heart, but before he could react, a stream of smoke had penetrated into the corner of his pants under his feet. He immediately shouted "not good", but it was too late. He hurriedly took out the pill and swallowed it, but after only two breaths, his heart spasmed, and he screamed in pain and threw the pill bottle, and then his eyes turned white.

At this moment, a blue light shield flashed, and a figure appeared here. It was the foundation-building cultivator who was supervising the battle. He knocked the man unconscious with a palm, and then waved his sleeves. The remaining insect clouds in the sky and the poisonous insects on the ground disappeared. He looked up at Li Yan, left a sentence "33 wins", and took the cultivator to the empty pavilion. The foundation-building cultivator who was supervising the battle was depressed. As long as this person was on the field, no matter on which battle stage, if the opponent was poisoned, most of them needed to be sent to the Jindan elders to be solved. The reason why I said most of them was that there were several kinds of poisons that they could expel with spiritual power or some antidotes, but for another part of the toxins, even the foundation-building cultivators were not sure to remove them in a short time. Unfortunately, this kid could only release poisons, not detoxify.

At this time, the discussion in various areas under the stage was loud. Obviously, more and more people were watching Li Yan's game, and Li Yan had no choice. After he performed the Twelve Fragments several times, he had attracted the attention of many people.

"This junior uncle won again. Is it impossible to defeat him even if he is at a higher level?" A cultivator asked curiously.

"Look at what you said. Didn't he lose a few games? But it seems that it is basically difficult to win below the late tenth level of the Condensation Stage." A mature-looking cultivator said.

"Brother, what you said is that most of the few games this person lost were to the hands of the tenth level Great Perfection. Most of them were lost automatically after a short fight." Another person said bluntly.

"But this man is really weird. His spiritual sense to control poison is really invisible. He has killed more than a dozen brothers. That one is not the ninth or tenth level."

"The main thing is that his magic power is also weird. He is obviously in the middle stage of the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and the quality of his spiritual energy is also so, but he can drag the early and even middle-stage brothers of the tenth level without temper. How deep his spiritual power must be.

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"He should be in the late stage of Qi Condensation. I heard from a foundation-building master that he has a way to hide his skills, but we can't see it. But even so, it is really as you said, weird. It's good for the seventh level to drag the middle and late stages of the eighth level."

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Li Yan returned to the area where Xiaozhu Peak was with a calm face. Wei Chituo and the others smiled at him as usual. Li Yan also smiled back, and then took the time to sit cross-legged and meditate to recover. In the past few days, as the number of people has decreased and the intensity of the battle has become more and more intense, he must seize every moment to recover.

What he didn't notice was that a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him with increasing curiosity.

Li Yan has been completely integrated into the battle these days, and he is getting more and more handy. The combination of Guishui Zhenjing and Zhili Twelve is becoming more and more proficient, but he only uses the earth spiritual root, and no longer reveals his miscellaneous spiritual roots, which makes many people think that he has three spiritual roots of water, wood, and earth.

Li Yan also began to use Zhili Twelve to cooperate with the three immortal arts. What makes others most chilled is the poison of spiritual consciousness control. As long as he walks, he may quietly leave the poison of spiritual consciousness control, or stimulate it with "Quicksand Art" underground, or stimulate it with "Cloud Rain Art" in the air, or stimulate it with "Wind Blade Art" in the wind. As long as the opponent accidentally stands where he walks, if the spiritual consciousness does not carefully detect whether there are any residual immortal arts, then only a little bit, a little bit can quickly stimulate the poison of spiritual consciousness control, and the next moment will be the opponent's bad luck.

Li Yan also summed up a set of attacking techniques. As soon as he enters the battle stage, he will fly a few circles in the battle stage quickly, making the opponent scold him for being shameless in his heart, and wonder where Li Yan left a secret door. In this way, they have to open the protective aura and release their spiritual consciousness at all times, and they must also pay attention to whether they have entered the area where Li Yan has walked. They can also store toxins in other areas, but they cannot remotely activate them. Those toxins will evaporate in a short time, unless they release a huge amount of toxins to cover the entire battlefield, but they do not have such great mana.

These monks who fight against Li Yan must take down Li Yan as soon as possible while fully opening the protective aura and spiritual consciousness, otherwise they will have to use up all their spiritual power in just a few hours. But Li Yan uses the method of fighting and protection, and the headache-inducing rain curtain cannot be attacked for a while. It just so happens that Li Yan's mana is greatly inconsistent with his realm, so that several tenth-level early and middle-stage monks rely on their deep mana to come up with a powerful spiritual treasure and fairy art, and want to knock Li Yan down in a few encounters. But Li Yan, in addition to the difficult rain curtain, is slippery and unreserved, and uses earth escape technique and quicksand technique alternately, so you dare not get too close.

The cultivator from Buli Peak was also in the middle stage of the tenth level. After using a powerful magic, he was helplessly resisted by Li Yan. The insect cloud was also barely resisted by Li Yan with the yellow sand of the earth system. Dozens of poisonous insects passed through, but finally fell paralyzed in the rain and fell to the ground as a large gray mass. In the end, it was not that this cultivator did not want to release the protective aura and drive more insect clouds, but that Li Yan had walked through all the areas of the battle stage in his memory. He had no more spiritual power and consciousness, so although he had a warning sign in the end, he was already exhausted and was still poisoned by Li Yan's consciousness.

And those foundation-building cultivators who were monitoring the station already knew that as long as they were poisoned, they could announce the end of the game, and they would appear in the field as soon as possible to knock this person out.

Now when the cultivators from various peaks saw Li Yan, in addition to paying more attention, many people scolded him for being shameless, but no one was sure that they could kill Li Yan in a few encounters, unless they were foundation-building cultivators.

But what they don't know is that, among the twelve poisons of Li Yan, only two can be controlled by spiritual consciousness. One is to deal with Zhou Guan'er, which makes people lose their minds, their eyes turn pure white, and attack all living creatures within sight. He named it "Eyes and Eyes", which makes the monks who hear the name of this poison in the future feel that Li Yan is shameless. The other is called "Singing All the Way", which Li Yan tried earlier on the platform behind the Xiaozhu Peak. It can penetrate into the inside along the stems and leaves of plants and the pores of the human body, liquefy the trunks of plants and animals from the inside out, and finally turn into a pool of black water. But this poison is too overbearing, and Li Yan never dared to use it in this competition. He was afraid that if he used it, the opponent might die before the Jindan monk, but he didn't know how to detoxify and couldn't detoxify the opponent in time.

Li Changting kicked the ground under his feet, revealing his smooth, white and round calves from the hem of his robe from time to time. "This kid is interesting. He even defeated Ding Zhi, who was in the middle stage of the tenth level. Junior Sister Min, I think he may catch up with my Wuyi in the future."

Zhao Min felt a chill in her heart and thought, "You are just like your aunt, you speak without reservation, especially the way your aunt looks at Wei Chongran."

She looked at Li Changting. "Senior Sister Li, that guy is not as good as Li Wuyi. He is not ruthless enough. When Li Wuyi participated in the Qi Condensation Stage competition for the first time, he had several people who were not seriously injured. But I really hope that guy can participate in the Life and Death Round, so that he can give it a try." Zhao Min always felt that Li Yan had many tricks that he had not used. Maybe after using them, even if he had reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation Stage, he might not be able to get away with it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, my Wuyi is a man. I like his hypocrisy the most."

Zhao Min was speechless for a while, and a layer of trembling appeared on her body.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the sun sets and the moon rises, and another two days have passed. When the huge moon rises to the middle of the sky, the competition ushered in the final moment. At this time, there are still 140 cultivators. Many of these people have just fought two or three games, either winning or losing.

Li Yan looked at the blue screen, where the blue light slowly condensed into two lines of words "thirty-three" versus "four hundred and five", and heard the sound of "signed, seventeen battle platforms, thirty-three versus four hundred and five" in his ears.