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But see, the pitch-black magic fog that everyone saw in front of them, in a burst of tumbling, 'revealed' a circular passage entrance the size of a zhang. The red-faced old man strode in first. Everyone had a different look on their faces and followed in.

Entering the demonic fog array, Wu Yan was surprised to see that in the valley, in the valley under the tall peak, there were many stone 'holes' opened up. Several demon cultivators in the Qi refining period were standing by a stone house outside one of the larger stone 'caves', and when they saw the red-faced old man, those demon cultivators bowed down and said, "Disciple to meet Uncle Shi!"

The red-faced old man nodded, then pointed to the dozen or so captives behind him and said, "Lead them in and settle down, and let them go down tomorrow to start work." Remember, don't be too harsh. Lately, it has become more and more difficult to catch such prisoners of hard labor. ”

The demon cultivator disciples smiled and said, "Yes, the disciple knows, Uncle Shi can rest assured." Come here, be honest, as long as you are obedient, you will not suffer from the skin and flesh. ”

After arranging these, the red-faced old man led the other four demon cultivator disciples and left this place straight and headed for the mountain peak on the other side of the valley.

After the red-faced old man left, the three Demon Cultivators of the Liberation Island who were guarding here 'revealed' their true colors, took out their leather whips with a cruel smile, and drove Wu Yan and the others into the larger stone 'cave'.

In this stone 'cave', the scale is quite large. On both sides of the stone wall, there are several 'caves'. Wu Yan and the others were driven into one of the 'dark' and 'damp' underground stone 'caves'. At the entrance of the stone 'hole', there is a half-foot-thick 'fine' steel 'door', and on the 'fine' steel 'door', there is also some kind of magic charm that can strengthen its hardness. As soon as the "fine" steel big "door" is closed, except for some subtle vents, this stone "hole" has completely become a sealed "hole".

After the big 'door' was closed, the light in the 'cave' of this cell dimmed. The three demon cultivators scolded and walked into a stone 'cave' next to them, and they didn't know what to do.

They did not search the bodies of Wu Yan and the others. Thinking about it, these three people also understood that since they had been sent here, the oil and water on their bodies had probably been scraped clean by the demon cultivators on the sea boat, and naturally they would not be able to get the oil and water.

As soon as the big 'door' was closed, everyone sat down in the stone 'hole', looked at the place in front of them, and talked in a low voice.

Wu Yan first frowned and glanced at the situation in this grotto. This grotto, built in the underground of the stone 'cave', has a radius of about ten zhang in size. On the ground, there was quite a bit of 'dampness', and there were some faint blood stains and rotting crumbs of 'meat' on it, emitting an unpleasant smell of erosion and rancidity.

Apparently, other prisoners of hard labor were also held here.

Wu Yan glanced at the others coldly, and found a drier place to sit down cross-legged. As soon as he sat down, he closed his eyes, quietly unfolded his senses, and cautiously probed.

The other dozen or so monks who also belonged to Qingyan Island gathered together, and one by one they were full of sadness and began to discuss. After a while, more than a dozen people focused their eyes on Wu Yan.

After all, Wu Yan's expression is too strange now. From the moment he was driven into this place and imprisoned, this ordinary-looking, indifferent young man has always been silent, calm and composed, and there seems to be no expression of worry on his face, let alone panic and fear.

"This Taoist friend is invited, down is the Qingyan Island monk Yi Qing, everyone is a prisoner of the fallen, what do you call it? Which island is it from?" Just when Wu Yan was frowning and 'revealed' a trace of surprise, he heard a rather honest voice sounding not far in front of him.

Wu Yan opened his eyes, frowned, and there was a young man in his twenties standing in front of him, this young man looked very honest, with a kind smile on his face, and was looking at him with a suspicious and confused face.

Wu Yan glanced at the middle-aged monk who was sitting against the wall a few feet away on the other side, and saw that he also looked over with a look of concern.

Wu Yan didn't speak, but glanced at the stone wall on the side with the corner of his eye, sneered, and after 'groping' a few times in the knee pads of his boots, he suddenly kicked the young man who was smiling kindly at him without warning.

The young man was attacked by Wu Yan coldly, and before he could react, his body rolled out. I saw a trace of a hideous sneer on Wu Yan's face, kicked him again, and scolded: "Get out! Lao Tzu doesn't like to be disturbed, stay away from Lao Tzu!"

The young man named Yi Qing screamed in fright to protect his body, and the other disciples of Qingyan Island sitting next to him, seeing that the disciples who wanted to find out about Wu Yan's origin were severely beaten, they were stunned for a moment, and then came back to their senses, jumped over one after another, and rushed towards Wu Yan with a curse.

The middle-aged monk's face was stunned for a while, and he was puzzled, but he didn't rush over, but lowered his voice and shouted, "Don't be impulsive, give me back!"

Those disciples, all of them are young men with strong blood, and in this 'cave', the scene has been 'chaotic' and 'chaotic', where can anyone listen to the words of the middle-aged monk?

When he landed, Wu Yan scuffled with this group of young disciples from Qingyan Island, and the scene became more and more 'chaotic' and 'chaotic'.

Just when everyone was making a fuss, they suddenly heard the sound of opening the 'door' at the big 'fine' steel 'door', and then the three demon cultivators rushed in fiercely, closing the 'fine' steel 'door', and took out the leather whip with a cruel smile and 'pumped' it to the people who were scuffling. There was a laugh and scolding from his mouth. Being able to find an excuse and opportunity to vent the violent anger in their 'chests', these three demon cultivators were obviously very proud.

Everyone didn't expect this change, and one by one they were drenched in blood by the whip, and they all hugged their heads and dodged to the corner next to them.

There was a demon cultivator disciple who laughed fiercely, and ran towards Wu Yan with a leather whip and scolding, and raised the whip to 'whip' Wu Yan's face viciously.

Wu Yan suddenly raised his hands with a hint of panic and made a gesture to protect his head and face. Just as the demon cultivator's leather whip was about to 'draw' Wu Yan's face, an extremely subtle black light suddenly flashed from one of Wu Yan's hands, slashing through the demon cultivator's neck.

The Demon Cultivator's eyes widened in horror, how could he have expected that there were still people here who were not restrained by the blood demon and could resist. But before his frightened expression could freeze on his face, he saw Wu Yan's hand slashing around his skull as if by magic.

The head of the demon cultivator disciple was cut into countless pieces in the blink of an eye, turning into a rain of blood.

Wu Yan's feet didn't stop at all, and his figure turned into a wind, as if he had disappeared from the 'cave'.

After a few breaths passed, the other two demon cultivators who were scolding and 'whipping' those Qingyan Island disciples had not had time to exclaim, and in the same unconscious situation, they encountered the same fate as the previous demon cultivator disciples, and their heads were cut into a rain of blood by the black light in Wu Yan's hands.

At this time, the disciples who were holding their heads and hiding underground on Qingyan Island suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and the leather whips that rained on their bodies disappeared, and they raised their faces to peek at them for unknown reasons.

When these people saw clearly, the three demon cultivator disciples who were originally jumping up and down and vicious were all headless corpses at this moment, and when they lay down in a pool of blood, they all widened their eyes in horror one by one, looking at Wu Yan, who was wiping a jet-black short sword with an indifferent look.

Wu Yan ignored the frightened and horrified gazes of the others, and after wiping the blood stains on the Mo Lin Sword by himself, he moved the three headless corpses to one place, and collected all the useful things on their bodies into the green cow bag. Then, Wu Yan whispered to the Qingyan Island disciples who were looking at him in horror: "If you don't want to die, keep your mouth shut, and don't make a sound no matter what you see later." ”

The disciples of Qingyan Island looked at Wu Yan blankly, but the middle-aged monk reacted quickly, nodded hurriedly, and said in a low voice: "Daoist friends can only do what they want to do, we will never dare to speak out." ”

The middle-aged monk only understood at this time that Wu Yan was captured and banned, and he clearly deliberately pretended to be captured, wanting to 'sneak' into this island to do something secret. Although he didn't understand what Wu Yan wanted to do, he remembered what Wu Yan had told him before. If these disciples of Qingyan Island want to be rescued, they dare to disobey Wu Yan's intentions in the first thought of this person.

Wu Yan nodded, and then put his hands on the three headless corpses, and silently used the magic technique.

Everyone was puzzled by his strange behavior, and looked at Wu Yan in surprise one by one, wanting to see how he treated these corpses.

After a while, Dan saw that the blood qi the thickness of a finger was surging from the headless corpse that was held down by Wu Yan, and after these blood qi rose, they turned into dark red 'color' demonic qi in the blink of an eye, pouring into Wu Yan's palm.

The young man named Yi Qing who was kicked and beaten by Wu Yan before, saw that Wu Yan had used such a strange and bizarre magic skill, and he opened his mouth to exclaim. The middle-aged monk hurriedly covered his mouth and looked at Wu Yan with a shocked expression.

Wu Yan was constantly absorbing the 'essence' blood of these three demon cultivation disciples, turning into one after another bloody demonic qi and absorbing it into the bloodline of the demon seed.

A few moments later, the three bodies had completely vanished, leaving only three piles of loose clothes and some dry bones.

Wu Yan frowned, but then shook his head, as if he was a little dissatisfied. After absorbing the 'essence' blood of these three corpses, although his demonic skills were restored, they were only at the realm of the third layer of the demonic stage, which was far lower than his estimate.

Glancing at the place, Wu Yan 'got' three piles of waste together, and shot a fireball, incinerating the last trace of traces.

After doing this, Wu Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the Qingyan Island disciples who were looking at him in horror as if they were looking at demons, and said, "Okay, in this stone 'cave', there will be no demon cultivator disciples for the time being, and there are some things that it is time to talk to you about." ”――32523+dsuaahhh+24475618――>