C241 The body of a high-grade immortal equipment

However, Yi Yan, who had experienced countless life and death trials, had only been able to maintain his nervous state for the span of a few breaths before it was curbed by himself.

When faced with a predicament, any pessimistic thoughts would be useless. As a cultivator fighting for his life in the heaven and earth, he should always be fearful of the consequences, but the effect of this fear was to make people work even harder and achieve a bigger breakthrough, and it should never become an excuse to complain and abandon oneself.

Therefore, after going through his initial instinctive panic, Yi Yan's mind quickly calmed down and started to nervously ponder over the reason behind his current predicament as well as the way to break it.

Yi Yan carefully controlled the Immortal Consciousness to escape. This time, he did not use all his strength to spread the Immortal Consciousness further into the distance, but rather carefully analyzed the surrounding situation.

After sinking his heart, Yi Yan immediately discovered a point that he had not noticed earlier.

The thing that was spreading around him was not the Demon Qi outside, nor was it the Celestial Qi or the Demon Qi, but was a type of Spiritual Qi that Yi Yan had never seen or even heard of before, exuding a faint golden Spiritual Qi.

However, even if he did not recognize them, Yi Yan was acutely aware that this was a type of energy that was of a higher level than Demon Qi!

Yi Yan suddenly sat cross legged on the ground, he activated the Nine Revolutions Indestructible Vajra Body cultivation technique and used all his strength to absorb the light golden energy, recovering his own injuries.

He knew that regardless of what the guy who brought him here meant, if he were to restore as much of his strength as possible, he would have more initiative.

It was strange that Yi Yan hadn't been affected at all since he was brought here.

Regardless of whether he was in a panic or cultivating cross-legged, there wasn't even a single person who could respond to him.

Human was a type of social animal, if not for Yi Yan's determination and perseverance, and the matter at hand, this kind of silent loneliness would have driven him crazy.

Yi Yan, who was cultivating cross-legged, did not know that at this time, in a place that was one mile away from him, there was a person quietly sizing him up.

This was a young man wearing a purplish-gold robe. He was extremely handsome, to the point that he gave off a demonic aura.

At this time, he had a complicated expression on his face as he sized up Yi Yan who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

When one looked around, they would realize that the place where Yi Yan and the man was standing was an incomparably spacious underground cave that had a circumference of a thousand kilometers and was even several kilometers tall.

However, this place was extremely spacious and empty. Aside from Yi Yan and the strange demon youth, there were no other signs of activity from humans or beasts. There was not even a single plant.

Yi Yan who was seated cross-legged with his eyes closed did not realize that someone was staring at him, but had instead devoted all of his body and mind into cultivating. Because he discovered that this unknown pale golden energy was extremely effective in cultivating the Nine Revolutions Indestructible Vajra Body s technique, and the recovery speed of the energy in his body was even faster than the outside world by a hundred times!

In only an hour, Yi Yan had completely recovered all of the energy in his body and tempered his body with the light golden energy.

With this action, Yi Yan only felt his entire body becoming comfortable, and the strength of his body seemed to show signs of breaking through.

This also caused Yi Yan's anxious mood to loosen a little.

He stretched his body, and under the sound of bones popping like beans, Yi Yan, who was holding onto the Asura Lance, stood up proudly.

However, before he could slowly observe his surroundings, the quiet space around him suddenly changed.

A violent golden light suddenly exploded in front of Yi Yan's eyes, in an instant lighting up the originally dark underground cave, suddenly lighting up causing Yi Yan to have no choice but to squint his eyes.

The golden light faded just as quickly as it had appeared.

It was only then that Yi Yan realized that the immense pressure that was hindering his Immortal Consciousness's spread seemed to have been greatly reduced following the arrival of this golden light. Right now, his own Immortal Consciousness could easily scout a distance of over a hundred li, although this was still not enough for him to understand the entire appearance of the underground cave, but it was already much better than his narrow ten-metre radius underground cave from before.

While Yi Yan was secretly wondering in his heart where this golden light was coming from and what does it have to do with the pressure in his surroundings, a gentle and rich voice suddenly resounded in the depths of his consciousness: "Young Fellow Taoist, if you don't mind, please come here for a chat."

After hearing this voice, Yi Yan was greatly alarmed in his heart: Ever since obtaining the Soul Devouring Bead, there has not been anyone that has been able to break through the defense of my sea of consciousness. What is the actual cultivation level of the person who gave me the Sound Transmitting?

Was he the one who pulled him over from the battle between the Scarlet Python King and the Flying Tiger?

While his mind was rapidly thinking about it, Yi Yan wasn't slow either. Almost at the same time he received the Sound Transmitting, he released his own Immortal Consciousness, wanting to find the person who gave it to him as soon as possible.

Yi Yan believed that since the other party had spent so much effort to bring him over and even took the initiative to converse with him, it meant that the other party was interested in him and would definitely give him a chance to speak before killing him. The fear in his heart from the fact that the other party had broken through the defense of his Sea of Consciousness naturally weakened a little.

Without spending much effort, Yi Yan quickly saw the strange demon youth in purplish-gold robes. This place was simply too spacious, and although Yi Yan's Immortal Consciousness was not strong enough to scout the distance of more than a hundred kilometers, Yi Yan could clearly see that purplish-gold figure with his naked eyes.

With his eyes focused on the strange demon youth, Yi Yan's right hand which was holding onto the Asura Lance tightened unconsciously. He then leaped up and quickly flew in the direction of the purple-gold figure.

After stopping a dozen meters away from the strange demon youth, Yi Yan carefully sized him up a few times, bowed deeply and said: "Junior Yi Yan greets senior! Might I ask what senior thinks about bringing this junior here? "

At this time, the complex emotion in the demon youth's eyes had already disappeared. He did not say anything, and only smiled as he examined Yi Yan who was standing tall and straight from head to toe. Finally, his gaze landed on the Asura Lance in Yi Yan's right hand. Yi Yan, right? The spear in your hand is very strange. This reputed one has never seen such a strange shape of a four-edged spear head.

Yi Yan could not help but raise his eyebrows. Right now, he only had the Asura Lance, in order to make things easier for them, he had refined a new set of low-ranked Immortal Artifact s, but because the low-ranked Immortal Artifact that he could refine was far worse than the Asura Lance, Yi Yan had left them all to his Weapons Sect. He had not brought any of them to the Fourth Heaven.

If this profound practitioner of that fellow were to snatch his Asura Lance, he would truly be powerless to resist at all.

Thinking about that, Yi Yan subconsciously tightened his right hand, but before he could think of how to reject it in order not to anger the other party, he suddenly felt that his hand was empty, the Asura Lance had already disappeared in an instant!

Yi Yan's heart skipped a beat, he suddenly raised his head to look at the strange demon youth, only to see that the Asura Lance was quietly lying on his palm, while the strange demon youth had a complicated look on his face as he gently caressed it.

This was no small matter, and Yi Yan could not help but take in a breath of cold air.

It had to be known that the Asura Lance was Yi Yan's innate treasure that had dripped blood onto its master. Even if it was an expert a few levels higher than him in cultivation, it would still be impossible to steal it away without's reaction!

Yi Yan's astonished expression only lasted for a split-second before he returned to normal. This was because he could feel that the connection between the Asura Spear and his mind was still there. In other words, although this strange demon youth's cultivation was tyrannical, he hadn't forcefully cut off his connection with the Asura Spear. He didn't covet it at all.

After a long while, the strange demon youth finally stopped what he was doing. He gently handed the Asura Lance back to Yi Yan and muttered under his breath: "It really is it! "How many years has it been? I've finally seen it again …"

After Yi Yan respectfully received the Asura Lance, he could no longer suppress the doubt in his heart and softly asked: "Senior, have you seen the Asura Lance before?"

The dazed expression on the face of the strange demon youth had yet to disperse, and after hearing Yi Yan's question, he replied with a lonely expression: "I've seen it before! "Hundreds of billions of years ago …"

Having said that, the strange demon youth suddenly came back to his senses, shaking his head self-deprecatingly. "Hehe, I lost my composure. Young Fellow Taoist Yi Yan, can you tell me how you obtained this Asura Lance? "

From the strange demon youth's expression, it was not hard to tell that not only had he seen Asura Lance before, he was also clearly extremely familiar with it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have revealed such nostalgic feelings.

Due to his curiosity towards the origin of the Asura Lance, Yi Yan didn't hide anything, and narrated the entire process of him obtaining the Asura Lance from the very beginning, starting from the moment he was struck into the Necropolis of God by Han Qi.

Of course, Yi Yan did not speak of the knowledge that suddenly appeared in his mind.

After hearing Yi Yan's narration, the strange demon youth stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, and sighed dejectedly. "In the end, the Great Emperor still went, I should have thought of that long ago."

As he spoke, two streams of clear tears flowed down the corners of the youth's eyes.

Yi Yan looked at him in astonishment. He couldn't figure out what kind of person or matter could cause this profound expert to lose control over his emotions like that.

However, since the other party didn't say anything, he couldn't ask directly either. Thus, he could only quietly stay by the side and wait for the strange demon youth to awaken from his state of mind.

After a long while, the strange demon youth realized that there was another person in front of him, but he was not too concerned about his image as an expert. He even channeled his energy to wipe away the tears on his face.

His gaze was extremely penetrating, as if he had seen through Yi Yan from inside to outside. Only when Yi Yan's entire body felt uncomfortable did the youth withdraw his gaze, and slowly closed his eyes: "That's fine, since the Asura Lance recognizes you as its master, you can consider it as fate. Today, I will tell you about the origin of the Asura Lance."

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