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

Chapter 260 The inner demon reappears

Mei Can's shrill screams echoed in the cave, from sharp at the beginning to hoarse later.

Wen Ye and Yan Ping appeared out of nowhere on a huge rock in the cave, and then they heard a hoarse but inexplicable and chilling howl.

Wen Ye was startled and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Then he saw a scene that would be remembered for the rest of his life.

A small child was struggling in a pool of blood, and the screams came from there.

Wen Ye's heart tightened. He stared at the man's face, trying to confirm whether that person was Mei Can, but he could not see the man's face clearly.

At this moment, Wen Ye suddenly felt something was wrong. It was too quiet around him, the kind of silence that was filled with the smell of death.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Yan Ping.

Then he saw Yan Ping's expressionless face, staring straight at the blood pool, and his pupils had turned red at some point.

Wen Ye suddenly recalled the scene when Yan Ping saw the blood pool in Huo Ling City last time. He suddenly raised his hand to cover Yan Ping's eyes, blinding Yan Ping's vision.

He even used his spiritual power without any instruction and instantly built a soundproof barrier on his body.

Wen Ye called out in a low voice.

"Senior, senior."

Wen Ye felt the eyelashes under his palm gently touching, like a small feather, scratching slightly, making him feel itchy.

He pursed his lips, "Senior, how are you now?"

Yan Ping could sense Wen Ye's tense emotions, and he suddenly chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I can control myself."

Yan Ping raised his hand and grabbed Wen Ye's wrist, moving it downwards.

His scarlet pupils did not change at all, reflecting the human figure clearly.

Yan Ping looked at the figure in the blood pool and heard Mei Can's wailing in his ears. Unconsciously, all of this had replaced him.

That kind of heart-wrenching pain is a rare punishment in the world.

Yan Ping suddenly spoke.

"That blood pool is actually a sacrificial ritual from another continent."

"It's just that the person being sacrificed was not Mei Can, but the blood of those monks."

Wen Ye's gaze was still on Yan Ping's scarlet eyes.

Hearing these words, he turned his head to look at the person who was still wailing in the pool of blood, and his heart tightened.

That person is Mei Can?

"Aren't you going to save him?"

Yan Ping shook his head slightly, "We are too late. Once this ceremony begins, if you can survive it, you will live. If you can't survive it, you will turn into a pool of blood."

As Yan Ping spoke, he looked at the person struggling in the illusion and the pain that once again swept over him, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"To survive this, you need a strong will, a strong body, and most importantly, a method of mind."

Mei Can, who was in a pool of blood and whose consciousness was completely occupied by severe pain, suddenly heard a sound like the sound of a clear spring. This sound created a space that allowed him to regain consciousness.

"To survive this, you need a strong will, a strong body, and most importantly, a method of mind."

Mei Can didn't know where the voice came from, but it was like a life-saving straw that he held on to tightly. He still wanted to see his uncle again.

Mei Can heard a series of mysterious mental methods in his ears, which he could not understand, but the voice did not go away and continued to recite.

Until a certain moment, Mei Can suddenly realized that all the energy in the blood pool, regardless of good or bad, was absorbed into the body, repairing the muscles and skin that had been dissolved before.

Wen Ye could see the changes in Mei Can. He suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Ping. He saw that the bloodshot in Yan Ping's eyes never faded, but he continued to recite a certain mental method over and over again.

Suddenly, a chilling throbbing passed through his heart.

Yan Ping had encountered this kind of thing before, otherwise he would not have burst out with murderous intent when he saw a similar scene.

So has Yan Ping experienced the same pain that Mei Can is experiencing now?

It hurt so much that I forgot everything and could only cry for help instinctively.

Wen Ye suddenly turned his head and looked at Mei Can, looking at the skin on Mei Can's body, which was intact at one moment and bloody at another.

The clothes on his body had completely dissolved, and the way his flesh and blood dissolved looked miserable.

The demon cultivator stationed nearby uttered a puzzled sound.

"You can handle this, you have some talent."

As he spoke, he poured another bottle of powder into the pool, and the blood pool began to churn again.

Even so, it was not enough, as the demon cultivator kicked several corpses of the Solid Dan Realm down from the side.

The corpses were instantly dissolved in the pool of blood.

Mei Can's skin dissolved again in an instant.

Wen Ye felt his heart twitch. He raised his hand to his chest and turned to look at Yan Ping.

Yan Ping's expression remained unchanged as he continued to recite the secret method.

He couldn't see Mei Can, he could only see a person who looked exactly like him in the pool of blood, staring at him and questioning him.

Is it useful for you to do these now?

Why not just kill them?

[No one saved me at the beginning, why did you save me?]

Yan Ping was in a lot of pain. The concentration of the blood pool he had experienced that year was much stronger than Mei Can's.

He looked at the inner demon in the pool of blood.

[I want to save you, so why are you talking so much nonsense]

[If you don't hide well, aren't you afraid that I will kill you? 】

The inner demon suddenly laughed, [You can't kill me, we are one]

[No one can help you. As long as you still hate those demon cultivators, you will never be able to kill me.]

A strange chanting voice suddenly fell into Yan Ping's ears.

"Holding the origin and keeping the one, all the four seas will return..."

Yan Ping's eyes moved slightly, and he took a rare break from the illusion to glance at Wen Ye.

He recited devoutly with his eyes closed, but there was a hint of melancholy between his brows.

The inner demon was also looking at Wen Ye with focused eyes.

[I like him a little bit]

Yan Ping sneered.

[Like him to destroy you? 】

The inner demon turned his head and looked at him, a sinister smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He can't destroy me

I come from you

After the inner demon finished speaking, the figure in the blood pool suddenly dissipated, the illusion in front of Yan Ping's eyes faded, and the pain that lingered around his body completely disappeared.

Yan Ping saw Mei Can again, and Mei Can's body had regained balance in the pool of blood.

I could hear Wen Ye reciting poems in my ears, and I felt a sense of grief.

Yan Ping raised his hand to cover Wen Ye's mouth, "Stop reading."

Perhaps because he had just experienced pain, Yan Ping felt that his hands were a little too sensitive. Wen Ye's shallow breath hit his palms, bringing a burning sensation.

He withdrew his hand with a normal expression.

Wen Ye didn't seem to be well at the moment, his eyes were more focused than usual, and he just stayed on Yan Ping.

Yan Ping's pupils had turned dark red. Seeing him like this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Stop nagging. Stay here. I want to go out and play."

Before Wen Ye could come to his senses, he saw Yan Ping about to leave, and he subconsciously grabbed Yan Ping's hand.

Yan Ping turned his head slightly, with a hint of confusion on his face.

Wen Ye pursed his lips, "Where are you going?"

Yan Ping's gaze moved to the demon cultivator below, and then to where the left protector was. He curled up a strange smile.

"Of course, we're going to kill a few demon cultivators to liven up the party."