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

Chapter 301: Sinking Stone

A dark light flashed across his eyes.

He simply raised his hand and made a gesture. With the bottom of the sinkhole as the center, rays of faint blue light suddenly shot up into the sky, forming a light film that looked like an airtight prison.

The moment the light film took shape, the puppet threads in Yan Ping's body tightened instantly. At the same time, the Wuwang sea steam in his body also became agitated for a moment.

The two combined forces forced Yan Ping to be unable to move at the critical moment.

Yan Ping's body froze instantly, his pupils dilated for a moment before they gathered together again. At the same time, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Demon Lord was standing beside him, continuously supplying him with spiritual power.

When the light film completely covered the area, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was completely isolated, and the secret prison was completed.

Only then did He relax his control over Yan Ping.

He seemed to say something at this time, but Yan Ping didn't hear it clearly.

There was light and darkness in front of his eyes. At that moment, the severe pain inside his body made his ears full of sharp buzzing, and the voices of his inner demons and evil thoughts mixed in it, but they were very clear.

Fine and dense cold sweat kept oozing out of his whole body, and even the strands of hair on his forehead were a little wet.

His clear consciousness seemed to be extinguished by a wave of hatred and murderous intent at that moment, and it took him a long time to raise his head.

I don’t know how much time had passed, or maybe only a short while had passed.

Yan Ping's clear consciousness took over again. He looked at Him who had approached him at some point, and He was holding the collar in his hand and handing it to him.

The collar was two fingers wide and completely black, without a single ray of light.

"As long as you wear this, I will tell you the final solution to the blood curse."

His voice seemed to come from the horizon, a little hazy, and the voices of the inner demons and evil thoughts in his ears had changed at some point.

Kill Him!

Kill Him!

Yan Ping's pupils were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out. He felt that he might not be able to hold on any longer, but he couldn't kill Him yet. If he killed Him, all the plans would be messed up.

Yan Ping slowly raised his hand to take the collar from Him, then put it around his neck without hesitation.

His hair was squeezed inside, but he didn't have the energy to pull it out.

The moment the collar landed on the neck, it suddenly contracted and tightened.

Yan Ping felt suffocated and coughed instinctively, and a little blood foam overflowed onto his bloodless lips.

At the same time, a chilly air flowed down along his spine, quickly merging with the sinking bracelets on his two arms and completely settling in his body.

A strange light flashed in his eyes. He was standing far away before and did not notice anything unusual about Yan Ping, but when he got closer, he found that something was wrong with Yan Ping.

His eyes flickered, his body was covered in cold sweat, and he scratched his own blood from his hands before taking the collar.

He looked at the muffled cough that Yan Ping made after he put on the neck collar. The pitch-black neck collar tightly bound his slender neck, and he inexplicably felt lustful.

Yan Ping looked at Him and said in a hoarse voice, "I put it on. Tell me."

He came back to his senses from Yan Ping's now hoarse voice, laughed, and completely relaxed.

He raised his hand and waved to Yan Ping, then turned and walked towards the black boulder, reciting the remaining solutions to the blood curse as he walked.

Whenever Yan Ping failed to catch up, He would stop chanting and lead him to a huge rock, then He would change direction.

Putting Yan Ping between him and the stone, he looked at Yan Ping's narrow and long phoenix eyes with bright red pupils, which were particularly beautiful.

He just read the last sentence, then smiled slightly and raised his hand to attack Yan Ping's eyes.

"Bound by blood, pardon!"

Yan Ping is not in good condition now, his face is as pale as snow. Just as he raised his spiritual power to block it, he found that the spiritual power in his body was absorbed by the sinking water bracelets on his wrists at this moment.

Another part was sucked away by the collar around the neck.

Then, three huge forces pulled him backwards directly from his wrists and neck.

In just a moment, Yan Ping realized that it was related to the black boulder and he could not use his spiritual power.

But he doesn't need to use it, but He can.

The hand that attacked Yan Ping's eyes suddenly surged with a large amount of spiritual power, which directly increased the suction force behind Yan Ping.

Yan Ping was pulled back a step and hit the black stone surface hard. The injury in his lungs was shaken and he immediately let out a muffled groan.

At the same time, the water-sinking bracelet buckled on the wrist is directly and firmly attached to the black stone.

Yan Ping's hands were also handcuffed and he couldn't move.

The magic weapon on his neck also made it difficult for him to breathe.

Yan Ping closed his eyes and calmed his breathing.

The Demon Lord then jumped down from above, walked to his side, and looked at Yan Ping who was restrained and unable to move.

He was dressed in black, but had a pale complexion. Now that he was imprisoned by the sinking stone, he became even more eye-catching.

"Done?"

With the confinement of the sinking stone, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He walked up to Yan Ping and raised his hand to touch the collar around his neck. It felt smooth but extremely cold.

Looking up the neck collar, one can see the rolling Adam's apple and Yan Ping's slight breathing.

He injected a little spiritual power into the collar, then touched Yan Ping's neck and caressed Yan Ping's Adam's apple.

Yan Ping opened his eyes instantly, and his scarlet and sharp eyes swept directly towards Him.

"roll!"

He looked at Yan Ping's hands that were imprisoned on the sinking stone. His arms kept adjusting the strength, trying to break free but unable to. He smiled.

"Now it seems to be successful."

He did not continue to touch Yan Ping.

At this point the overall situation has been decided.

Although things still felt too smooth today, He no longer had the vague feeling of uneasiness He had during the day.

He smiled and said, "Yan Ping, do you know what a sinking stone is?"

Yan Ping endured the pain just now, looked at Him coldly, and said nothing.

He patted the huge sinking stone behind Yan Ping.

"Sinking stone is a very rare mineral. Only in extremely important places can such a piece appear."

"It is the key to absorbing spiritual energy in each continent."

"Your biggest mistake today was that you shouldn't have put on this water-sinking stone magic weapon."

"As long as you are next to it, you can completely cut off the way to use spiritual energy."

When he said this, he looked at Yan Ping again. He wanted to admire Yan Ping's expression, but he only saw his slightly furrowed brows. It looked nice, but it was a little different from what he wanted to see now.

He narrowed his eyes, turned his head and pointed at the dark blue pool and the sea monsters tied to pillars and bleeding.

"Look, does that look familiar?"

Yan Ping only glanced over there, and the inner demons that had briefly faded away came back again, and the evil thoughts also began to chatter.

Kill Him Kill Him

Yan Ping took a deep breath, struggling to stay awake, suppressed his murderous intent, and threw the two voices away.

At the same time, he injected a little spiritual power into the water-sinking bracelet on his wrist, to prevent him from accidentally losing control and breaking free and crippling others.

"Prepared for me?"

He raised his eyebrows, "You are indeed smart."