Chapter 201 The Small Stove Shows Its Power

Wu Yan lay on the high platform, feeling the black smoke spraying out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes. The pain was so severe that it could not be described in words. The most painful thing was not the physical pain, but the nearly half of his consciousness that was directly destroyed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This "severing thoughts" secret technique, to put it bluntly, is actually to directly use the thunder of thoughts to split a part of the soul, so that this part of the soul that hides the Buddha is directly cut off and exploded. This secret technique comes from the record of the Soul Splitting Secret of Yuling Zhenren. It was originally a self-mutilation secret technique that ancient cultivators used to kill the demons by self-mutilation when they encountered powerful and insurmountable demons during cultivation. It was lost thousands of years ago. If Wu Yan had not accidentally obtained the inheritance of Yuling Zhenren, I am afraid that this secret technique might have been lost. Wu Yan did not have much expectation at first, but the effect was very obvious, and it actually killed the trace of consciousness of the Buddha.

However, the damage of this secret technique to the cultivator himself is very severe and obvious. In simple terms, Wu Yan's soul has been severely damaged. If he cannot be adjusted and cultivated in time to recover, his cultivation level will drop sharply and he will be relegated to the Qi Refining Stage, which is still considered good. In serious cases, his sea of ​​consciousness will return to chaos, his soul will dissipate, and he will never be able to cultivate magic power again, and he will only become an ordinary useless person. This is extremely unlucky. From this, we can imagine how much the ancient cultivators hated the inner demons. They would rather mutilate themselves than be taken advantage of by the inner demons and fall into the devil's way.

Thinking of this terrible consequence, Wu Yan's face turned green. However, the "Netherworld Mysterious Moon" was still sucking his blood. Only a moment later, he felt as if nearly half of his blood had been uncontrollably sucked away. If he could not stop this trend, the result would be unpredictable. He would only be sucked dry and die!

Unfortunately, although Wu Yan wanted to move to stop the "Netherworld Mysterious Moon", he still couldn't move at all. Now he was even more injured, and his soul was also severely damaged. It seemed extremely difficult for him to change his mind.

Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing in the Qingniu Hall didn't know the existence of the Amitabha Buddha. They didn't know why Wu Yan ran to the high platform and why he suddenly lay on the stone platform without moving. They thought that Wu Yan was resting on the stone platform because of the Qingniu relics to break the illusion restriction in this hall, which caused excessive consumption of mana. Therefore, the two of them only wanted to do what Wu Yan said just now, and put all these things away as soon as possible before those people came in, and then follow Wu Yan to leave here.

Wu Yan had no choice but to look at the dome of the Qingniu Hall with sad eyes, feeling the rumbling sound of the impact and breaking the restriction outside. When those people broke through the illusion restriction here, he would probably be dead.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, he suddenly felt a hard object on his chest, which gradually became hot. The "Netherworld Mysterious Moon" that was originally sucking his blood and essence violently stopped sucking.

The object on his chest continued to heat up, getting hotter and hotter. Wu Yan even smelled the smell of burning clothes in his nose, and there was an extremely painful burning feeling on the skin and flesh on his chest.

Wu Yan was very surprised and couldn't help but subconsciously look up to see what was heating up on his chest. He completely forgot that he seemed to be unable to move for a long time. But with this subconscious action, he actually succeeded in raising his head.

Wu Yan saw that there was something shining with golden light on his chest. Wu Yan's eyes stayed on the object, and he was so shocked that he even forgot that he could move.

The object shining with golden light turned out to be the unknown small stove that he had always kept close to him! Just when Wu Yan felt at a loss, something even more bizarre happened.

Then, the small furnace suddenly began to rotate, and an extremely strong suction force spread from the rotating small furnace to the surroundings. The entire Qingniu Hall began to shake violently.

Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing, who were constantly picking up various Qingniu relics, looked at the source of the huge suction force in shock. When the two looked in the direction of Wu Yan, they were suddenly pierced by a dazzling golden light and couldn't even open their eyes.

"Brother! What happened? What's wrong with you? What's shining on your body? It's so dazzling, I can't see anything!" Zhang Feng asked Wu Yan anxiously in shock.

"Not good! Brother Feng, I feel like my magic power is out of control, as if it's being sucked away by something, and that suction seems to be sucking me away too!" Bi Xueqing screamed in shock.

Wu Yan suddenly heard the two people's exclamations and came back to his senses. Turning his head and looking around, he was also shocked. Because, at this moment, his small furnace seemed to have become an uncontrollable little sun, not only radiating stronger golden light, but also spinning at a crazier speed, and began to devour everything around it crazily!

The "Netherworld Mysterious Moon" that had been attached to his palm and could not fall off had been sucked into the small furnace. The relics around that Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing had not had time to pick up were also sucked in. However, as soon as these relics were sucked close to the small furnace, they were like being burned by flames, turning into gases of different colors, and were directly sucked into the small furnace and disappeared.

This situation was similar to the small stove absorbing moonlight normally, except that when the small stove absorbed moonlight and transformed it into moonlight spirit liquid, it was very calm and gentle, neither rotating nor emitting such strong and dazzling golden light.

Strangely, Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing were unable to open their eyes due to the stabbing, but Wu Yan's eyes seemed to be unaffected by it at all, and he saw everything happening in front of him clearly and truly.

"Ah!" Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing screamed at the same time, their bodies were uncontrollably sucked by the suction of the small stove and flew into the air at the same time.

Wu Yan struggled for a while, sat up, and blocked the direction of the two people. The two fell to the ground with a plop. At this time, although Wu Yan didn't understand what happened, he knew that he couldn't let the two stay here, otherwise his life would be in danger. He didn't want to see the two people being sucked close to the small stove like those relics, turning into gases of different colors, being sucked into the small stove, and disappearing from the world.

"Second brother, sister Qing'er, you guys should leave here quickly! I accidentally triggered the restriction here. If I don't leave, my life will be in danger!" Wu Yan said to the two anxiously.

"Brother, what happened?" Zhang Feng asked anxiously.

"Don't ask, just leave! Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll follow you soon!" In order to prevent the two from having wild thoughts and refusing to leave, Wu Yan could only use words to calm them down.

Zhang Feng and Bi Xueqing agreed after hearing this. Zhang Feng said, "Okay, brother, Qing'er and I will wait for you outside the hall, you should come out quickly!"

"Let's go! Go directly to the foot of the mountain and wait for me! I will meet you soon. If you don't leave, I will be trapped here to death!" Wu Yan urged anxiously.

The two did not dare to delay, fearing that if they delayed, Wu Yan would be trapped here as well. They had to support each other and ran quickly to the outside of the Qingniu Hall.

In order to prevent the two from being sucked back by the small stove, Wu Yan kept adjusting his body posture with difficulty and stood between the small stove and the two. However, the heat emitted by the small stove was getting higher and higher. He felt that his skin, flesh and bones had been burned by the high temperature and were about to melt. He felt extremely uncomfortable and sweat kept pouring out of his body. However, under such high temperature, before it dripped out, it was evaporated into steam and dissipated.

Wu Yan felt exhausted and dry mouth. What was more terrible was that because his soul was seriously damaged, his spirit was unprecedentedly weak and weak. If he didn't do something, he would probably die here today.

But for some reason, no matter how much he wanted to sit cross-legged, he couldn't do it. What was even more weird was that the small stove in front of him turned the entire Qingniu Palace into ruins after a more violent and crazy absorption, leaving only a bare hill in front of him.

Wu Yan was standing on the ruins at the moment, looking at the small stove in front of him that gradually stopped turning in a daze. Suddenly, the lid of the small stove opened automatically, and a blood light escaped from it. Before Wu Yan could react, the blood light actually went straight into the crack in Wu Yan's palm, and then, in a very strange and weird feeling, it went into his body.

Wu Yan suddenly realized that there seemed to be an extremely cold and sharp breath in his meridians. The extremely cold and sharp breath kept wandering in his meridians. Wherever it passed, Wu Yan felt that his meridians seemed to be cut apart, which was extremely weird. However, wherever the cold and sharp breath passed, Wu Yan actually felt that his weak body and magic power were recovering rapidly.

At this time, the small stove also stopped turning, and fell to the ground with a ding. Wu Yan had regained his freedom of movement at this moment, and quickly reached out to pick up the small stove, took out a spare leather bag from the storage bag, and put it in it, and put it close to his body. This small stove is also strange. It can neither be put into the storage bag nor into the Qingniu bag. There is no other way except to put it in a special leather bag and keep it close to the body. It really gives Wu Yan a headache.

I really don’t know what kind of treasure this is and why it is so magical and strange. Even the "Netherworld Xuanyue" that is unique in the world and praised by Amitabha Buddha seems to be no match for this treasure and is easily conquered by it.

Thinking of the "Netherworld Xuanyue", Wu Yan's face showed a strange look. Just now, I clearly saw the small stove put the "Netherworld Xuanyue" into it, but when the small stove was opened, it only sprayed out a blood light the size of an index finger and drilled into his body. That blood light is not like the "Netherworld Xuanyue", because the "Netherworld Xuanyue" is obviously as big as a palm.

Thinking of this, Wu Yan couldn't help but take out the small stove again, ready to open it to see what happened just now.