Therefore, this is not something that Yimu Xianmen can easily cure.

But Dong Fuyi also told Li Yan that perhaps when the Yimu Immortal Sect has been cultivated to the level of a true immortal, it will be possible to reorganize a person's sea of ​​consciousness, and the memory should not be erased.

When Fairy Ningke asked such a question, Li Yan's heart was moved, and he immediately thought of powerful healing techniques, which were unique to the Yimu Immortal Sect.

If you can practice such a technique, it will definitely be of great benefit. Just after Li Yan answered, Fairy Ningke seemed to have read through Li Yan's thoughts, and the ethereal voice came again.

"Yes, it is the law of life. But what is recorded in this jade slip is not a spell that is beneficial to life, but a spell that destroys life.

But this is not the law of destruction, but shortening the loss of life in a short period of time, and the result is actually the same as destruction!"

"Destroying lives?"

Li Yan never expected this. In his understanding, people who practice wood-attribute skills generally have a very detached or gentle personality.

Even their attack skills are not too sharp, and they often rely on longer-lasting magic power than even earth-attribute monks to wear down the opponent.

And this way of death is also the terrifying aspect of wood attribute monks.

Not only are they good at healing people's injuries, but once they kill someone, they sometimes inflict cruel and endless torture on the enemy, making the other party feel that life is worse than death.

All kinds of torture are not as good as killing yourself directly or committing suicide.

That way, they can truly be relieved!

Li Yan once heard about an incident where an evil tyrant killed a monk's daughter. When the monk finally found him, a big battle broke out between the two.

That monk was a wood-attributed monk, and he was at a disadvantage even from the beginning in his battle with the evil tyrants.

This made the evil tyrant, while constantly insulting him, feel that the other party came to seek revenge on him, and there was something wrong with his brain.

It seemed to him that he would be able to easily kill the opponent in a short time, but what surprised him was that the Evil Dao Du Xiao repeatedly forced the opponent into a desperate situation.

But inside the opponent's body, it seemed as if there was a very strong thread. Even if it collapsed, it kept breaking, and he was able to resist it.

The two of them continued to fight like this. Not only did the evil lord not be able to kill the other party, but his magic power became unsustainable.

Then, he had to continue to swallow pills to restore the continuously consumed mana.

However, no matter how he tried to kill the opponent, he almost beat the opponent to physical collapse, but that person just kept fighting and refused to retreat, and his mana was flowing like a tide.

Moreover, the monk had never swallowed the elixir, and relied on the wood spirit energy to heal himself while continuing to attack desperately.

This made the evil lord think about escaping, but the opponent clung to him tightly, and he could not escape while fighting with the opponent.

Later, his muscles and veins could no longer bear the erysipelas. At this time, he was already very scared!

But the other party just kept tormenting him like that. The evil tyrant was inherently ruthless and had a very tough temperament, so of course he would not choose to commit suicide easily.

But in the end, when he wanted to commit suicide again, he was unable to do so.

In the end, it turned out to be like a sparring partner. Amidst the wailing sounds, he had to be led by the opponent and was forced to "fight" with the opponent continuously.

Until the end, his mana was completely exhausted, but the opponent still didn't give up and continued to fight with this person.

In the end, it was said that all the blood of the evil lord flowed out of his pores, including the last drop of water in his body, which was completely exhausted.

The whole person was rickety and tall, and only the body of a five or six-year-old child was left. The death state was quite miserable.
Chapter completed!