Ip Mantian is not a murderous demon king, but he is by no means a soft-hearted person, he is a decisive person, and the reason why he kept Ye Ming was not because of kindness, but because garbage also has use value. For this kind of garbage, it is simply too cheap to kill it directly.

Ye Wentian's smile fell on Ye Ming's eyes, and it was so penetrating: "Don't you think that it is much faster to directly squeeze his spiritual power than to absorb the spiritual liquid?"

After listening to Ye Wentian's words, everyone subconsciously shivered, directly squeezing and absorbing other people's spiritual power, this is too evil, and besides, can this really work? You know, the reason why the spiritual fluid can be absorbed without rejection is because the spiritual liquid is attributeless. And the spiritual power cultivated by people has unique attributes, which is equivalent to carrying the imprint of this person, if it is forcibly plundered and absorbed, it will be rejected 100%, except for a certain evil sect, no one has ever tried this shortcut.

However, as Ye Wentian said, if this method can be successful, it is indeed an excellent shortcut to improve cultivation, but after all, it is not cultivated by himself, and the foundation will inevitably be unstable. Of course, for Ye Wentian, there is no problem of an unstable foundation, he has a furnace of spiritual power, and the total amount of spiritual power that can be absorbed theoretically is equal to infinity.

"You, what do you want to do, you demon, you devil!" After Ye Ming understood, he immediately began to struggle and scold, his face was distorted, his eyes were full of resentment, and he was almost crazy.

Kacha covered his mouth and opened his eyes wide: "Damn guy, you're so bad, but I like it!"

Ye Wentian sneered: "Bad? For good people, you have to be kinder than him, but for evil people, you have to be worse and more evil than him, fight evil with evil, stop killing with killing, this is my way of killing." ”

After speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and he suddenly raised his palm and pressed it on Ye Ming's lower abdomen, the strange palm power did not break the narrow hub of the sea of spiritual power, but it made all the spiritual power in Ye Ming's body boil.

The spiritual power furnace rushed out of the sea of fifty-five level spiritual power in Ye Wentian's body, and under his control, it moved along the meridians to his left arm, and then the entire spiritual power furnace suddenly lit up, blooming with ten thousand golden lights, and the core ignited a golden red scorching sun, and the unparalleled tearing force appeared out of thin air, even with his physical strength as strong as King Kong, the meridians were almost torn apart.

Even if he restricted the activation process of the spiritual power furnace with all his might, Ye Wentian's face still changed slightly and he snorted, his meridians were in severe pain, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this spiritual power furnace was really domineering.

An incomparably painful howl came out of Ye Ming's mouth, and he saw his facial features distorted, his eyes widened, and his whole body convulsed violently, as if he was experiencing incomparably painful torture. The unparalleled suction force reached the left palm along the meridians, and the vortex in the palm of the left palm was concave, and at the same time, the boiling spiritual power in Ye Ming's body also condensed into a vortex, and it poured madly from the sea of spiritual power, penetrating through the body and invading Ye Wentian's palm.

Seeing this scene, both the Kacha people and the hanging disciples of the Ink Sword Sect were dumbfounded, Yang Jie was even more frightened to the point that his face was as white as paper, and his intestines were blue with regret, and he prayed over and over again in his heart that his father would come to rescue him quickly, and begged Ye Wentian not to do this to himself.

Except for Teresa, no one has ever seen Ye Wentian use this ability, this ability can be said to be his self-created skill, which is a new skill generated by combining the devouring ability of the golden hand and the huge gravitational force of the spiritual power furnace, an extremely domineering plundering skill. And this skill has an advantage, that is, all attributes devour, the spiritual power furnace is not picky, as long as it is spiritual power, all those who come will not refuse.

Before sneaking into the eternal night to rescue Teresa, the huge amount of spiritual power accumulated in the past two years was consumed, and there was no chance to replenish it, so I just took this opportunity to make up for it, otherwise I am afraid that even the body of thunder and lightning would not be able to support it, not to mention the first spiritual skill of the Divine Martial Spirit and the huge consumption of the suit.

With the absorption and devouring of spiritual power, Ye Wentian closed his eyes comfortably, and it was always a pleasant thing to increase his strength, not to mention that it was based on squeezing the enemy.

The devouring speed of the spiritual power furnace was too fast, although Ye Ming was a disciple of the Soul Splitting Sect, the total amount of spiritual power in his body was less than one-tenth of Ye Wentian's body, and in less than a minute, the spiritual power in his body was devoured, and his screams also turned into a loud panting, like an old dog who was about to die.

When the last trace of spiritual power came out of his body, Ye Ming's head tilted and he completely fainted.

The entire dungeon was silent, Ye Wentian took out a gourd and handed it to Yu Taihangdao: "This is the 'Five Poisons Cutting Pill' that I refined, which can stimulate spiritual power to accelerate regeneration with five poisons, you give him one every two hours, and when his spiritual power recovers, I will come and devour it again, you can rest assured, there is the erosion of the five poisons, and he has no power to resist." ”

These words shocked everyone even more, it turned out that Ye Ming's nightmare had just begun, and he would have to face plundering again and again, this process was extremely painful, it was worse than death, this is the real survival without death.

Yu Taihang silently took the gourd filled with pills, and Ye Wentian fell on Yang Jie next to him.

Glanced at by Ye Wentian, Yang Jie was so frightened that he almost cried, he no longer had the arrogance he had when he came, and kept begging for mercy in a trembling voice: "Ye, Ye Wentian, don't treat me like this, as long as you let me go, I can give you all my belongings, I can beg him not to kill you when my father comes, this matter is all caused by Yang An's dog thing, and it has nothing to do with me! ”

The dignified Marquis of Dingyuan, before he was tortured, he showed a helpless appearance, this kind of person, in the world of the previous life, must be a shameless traitor who collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country.

For this kind of person, Ye Wentian will definitely not have mercy, not to mention that Yang Jie came to kill him this time.

Since the release of the suit two years ago, his name has spread all over the martial arts world for the first time, this time to come to the imperial capital, the Ten Sects of the Green Dragon and the relevant forces must be prepared, this time Yang Jie can lead a large number of disciples of the Ink Sword Sect to come in such a short period of time, if it is said that there is no premeditation, who will believe it? Ye Wentian is sure that this incident, Yang An is just a brainless bait, and it is an excuse for Yuanhou and the forces behind him to make a move.

Since you need an excuse, then I will give you an excuse, this is Ye Wentian's decision.

Ye Wentian patted Yang Jie's pale face and sneered: "Don't kill me? You still can't see the shape clearly? Do you think your father can kill me? Do you think those big guys behind your father can kill me? You really underestimate me." Since you dare to come today, since you have fallen into my hands, I want to let you go and dream!"

The last two words were cold and ruthless, and Ye Wentian suddenly raised his palm and pressed it on Yang Jie's lower abdomen in the same way.