"Where am I?" The silence was broken by a sudden sound, and Yang Fan didn't know how long he had been asleep until he woke up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're in hell!" A voice came faintly next to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan opened his eyes, and there was darkness all around, and he couldn't see everything clearly, he could only feel that there were people next to him.

He was about to get up, but he sat down again, and it turned out that there was no spiritual power in his body, and it was all empty.

Bloodthirsty is working hard, but the effect is minimal, and only a trace of spiritual power remains in the spiritual veins.

Here, the body is like a sieve, and all the absorbed spiritual energy will quickly dissipate, if it weren't for the bloodthirsty and anti-heaven techniques of the Dark Angel Clan, they might not be able to preserve their spiritual power.

But the little spiritual power that was quickly preserved was also refined by the order, and only what was left was left.

Looking at the spiritual power that could dissipate at any time, Yang Fan showed a wry smile.

"Hey boy, what did you do to get caught?"

Another voice sounded, it seems that there is more than one person here!

"I don't know, but I just ran into a forest and was taken away for some reason." Yang Fan said.

"Then you're unlucky." An old voice said.

"Uncle, what kind of place is this?" Yang Fan asked.

"Here's hell."

Simple and straightforward.

But Yang Fan still had doubts in his heart, and asked: "Hell, it's not like, isn't hell with infinite fire refining?" ”

"You're talking about the hell of the reincarnation path, which is more terrifying than the reincarnation path, there is no aura, there is no light, and our cultivation is also declining with the growth of time. Thinking about the ...... back then, the old man spat at the froth, talking about the past like the water of the Yellow River.

After listening to the old man's narration, Yang Fan finally understood what kind of place this was, this was a place of death, used as a prison by a certain power, and places without aura and light were usually called places of death.

It can be said that it is not unjust to be called hell here.

But Yang Fan is an exception, he can feel the aura here, although it is minimal, but it is better than nothing.

Without speaking, everyone else thought that the new kid was scared.

But only Yang Fan himself understood that he was meditating, slowly recovering the spiritual power that had long since dissipated.

A few hours later, a ray of light shot out of the void.

All the eyes were pierced by this light.

Yang Fan's cultivation was also interrupted at this time, and he used his hand to stop the light.

The light only appeared for a moment, then vanished.

When the light faded, so did the people in the prison.

A large number of people suddenly appeared in a hall, most of them in rags, and they all exuded a strange smell.

And the only special thing here is Yang Fan, he is the only one who is neatly dressed.

Many people are trying to breathe the air around them, and it is a desire for freedom.

And directly above the hall, a middle-aged man was looking at this cut playfully, as if he were looking at a group of brutes.

"Alright, everyone's breathing enough, it's time to get down to business." The middle-aged man above the hall spoke.

The hall fell silent immediately, and no one spoke again.

"I know you're hungry for freedom." Speaking of this, the middle-aged man paused deliberately, looking at the eagerness of those below, he enjoyed this feeling very much. The fate of others is in their own hands.

Sure enough, many people's eyes immediately lit up when they heard this, as if a hungry wolf had encountered delicious food.

"My master has given you a chance, as long as you can grasp this opportunity, you may be able to get out of the cage and breathe the air of freedom." The middle-aged man spoke out the benefits first, hanging everyone's appetite.

Picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and said slowly: "In a few days, our Hundred Clans Conference will start, if you can get a satisfactory ranking, it is not impossible to leave here." The details will be engraved on the jade slips. Well, that's all, let's take a break! ”

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction after speaking, and seeing that everyone had not dispersed, he waved his hand again, signaling them to disperse.

The crowd dispersed, Yang Fan behaved decently, without the slightest prominence, and was silent and silent in the face of the new environment, which is Yang Fan's strategy to deal with the new environment.

Low-key is a virtue, in Yang Fan's view.

After the middle-aged man left the hall, the hall returned to its original noise.

Everyone scrambled to look at the task list in their hands, and they were all full of confidence, which one of them was not Tianjiao who was trapped here?

Tianjiao knows at a glance who wins or loses in all materials.

Just after everyone finished reading the jade slip, the jade slip dissipated, and it seems that this is a one-time jade slip.

After all the jade slips disappeared, a large number of maids appeared in the hall, and those maids were carrying clothes and many spiritual fruits.

It seems that it is really a benefit.

Bursts of dazzling light flashed, and the ragged people in the hall all turned into brocade and satin, and the brilliance appeared.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is that everyone's eating is miserable, is that still those high-ranking Tianjiao?

I guess so!

Yang Fan sighed, picked up the spirit fruit in his hand and bit it.

However, just when the spirit fruit arrived, it was forcibly taken away by a hand.

The speed was jaw-dropping, and as soon as Yang Fan was about to speak, the man said viciously: "Boy, it's new, this spirit fruit is the protection money you gave me." ”

Yang Fan glanced at the man, the spiritual power was condensed, and the recovery speed was so fast, Yang Fan thought that he was unlucky, he was indeed not the opponent of that person, so he didn't speak, just opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Be silent!

Without the spirit fruit, Yang Fan is not afraid, after all, with the support of the spiritual energy, he will not starve to death.

Watching these people gulp down the spirit fruit, Yang Fan shook his head and meditated to recover his spiritual power.

The speed of regeneration of the aura here is much faster than in prison, but the recovery is not very obvious.

But at this time, a familiar voice sounded in Yang Fan's ears: "Young man, your forbearance will not end well, some people always have to suffer a little for him." ”

Yang Fan didn't answer, and the voice didn't appear.

Everything around him has nothing to do with him, he just needs to recover his spiritual power, and let him go for the rest.

During this period, a lot of things were sent several times, but before they arrived at Yang Fan, they were taken away again by the person who had captured Yang Fan's spirit fruit for the first time.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Fan seems to be a sheep, so many people can't bear to be angry.

Only the old man in the corner of the hall watched silently as it all happened.

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