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Wu Yan frowned and pondered, and began to think about it, to see if he could make use of the dozen or so monks of Qingyan Island in this bilge.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wu Yan already had a detailed plan in his heart. He stayed safely in the cargo hold.

These demon cultivators of the Liberation Island captured the monks of Qingyan Island, and did not kill them, but imprisoned them with blood, obviously with other plans, otherwise why should they be imprisoned. Then, it is likely that they will do the same against him. As for why the low-level monks were arrested, I'm afraid that they can only be cleared when they reach the Liberation Island.

And since the Liberation Island is the stronghold of the Blood Demon Sect in the open sea, and there are monks stationed in the late stage of the foundation building period, I think there should be a more powerful prohibition on the island protection on it. Rushing to break through, Wu Yan didn't feel that he had such strength now.

If you want to get on that island, you have to take a risk, and maybe you have a chance to 'blend' into the island.

Thinking about this, Wu Yan's heart moved, leaving only one storage bag on his body, and put two ordinary middle-level magic weapons and more than a dozen low-level spirit stones in this storage bag, and all other things were put into the green cow bag.

Even the dragon scale armor that he was wearing was taken off by him and put into the green cow bag. Then, he put the green ox bag and hid it in the leg guard of the boot under his feet. Then he meditated cross-legged in the cargo hold as if nothing had happened, and breathed up.

Two days passed unconsciously. During this period, a qiē is normal. The Demon Cultivator of the Liberation Island on the sea ship will fly out of four people at a fixed time every day to patrol the nearby waters.

On the third day, the ship finally sailed into an island harbor with a radius of 100 miles, shrouded in a lead-gray 'color' magic cloud.

As early as when Wu Yan was about to arrive at the Liberationian Island, he was called to the deck by the demon cultivator named Wang Di. At this time, Wang Di and the young demon cultivator from before stood a few feet away from Wu Yan on the left and right.

Wang Di pointed to a few stone buildings at the port of the island and introduced to Wu Yan with a smile: "Wu Daoyou, we will 'get' some supplies here, and then continue the voyage." I wonder if you want to stay on this island and wait for other passing ships, or if you want to come with us?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Yan caught a glimpse of where the two were standing, and he was already sandwiched in the middle, and the hands of the two of them also quietly 'touched' their waists at this moment, obviously wanting to make a move.

The purpose of this king's words was naturally to be tempting. However, Wu Yanshen deliberately 'revealed' his suspicion and confusion, and said, "Why is this island so familiar? Could it be that this is not the sea area of Shenmu Island?"

"Hehe, Wu Daoyou said that he laughed, this is naturally not the sea area of Shenmu Island, don't Daoyou really know?"

At this moment, a divine consciousness swept from the deck cabin and swept over the three of them.

Wang Di and the young man suddenly started at the same time, and Wang Di suddenly slapped the storage bag, took out a blood-colored flying sword magic weapon, put it on Wu Yan's neck, glared and shouted: "Don't move!

At the same time, the young man suddenly took out a talisman with blood lines drawn from the storage bag, raised his hand, injected demonic energy, and after the black 'color' aura flickered, it slapped on Wu Yan's body.

Wu Yan snorted painfully and said in surprise: "You guys, what do you want to do?"

The blood-colored talisman flashed a hair-like red bloodline light, which submerged into Wu Yan's body, Wu Yan then screamed again, his whole body stiffened, and in a moment, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be completely inhibited, and there was no trace of spiritual power on his body.

Wang Di laughed evilly, kicked Wu Yan in the back, and kicked him out. Wu Yan rolled to the ground, his face showed an expression of horror and death, stared at the two of them in panic, and shouted: "The two Daoists have something to say, they are just protecting the merchants and cultivating in the lower places, and there is nothing to offend, you guys, who are you? Why are you confined to the lower ......?"

Seeing that Wu Yan was so unbearable, the two of them were restrained at once, and the nervous expressions on their faces relaxed at the same time. The young man snorted and scolded, "Damn, it turns out that he is really a casual cultivator of a protector. ”

That Wang Di approached Wu Yan's side, kicked him twice, and scolded disdainfully: "Damn, I have been worried about Lao Tzubai for a long time, and he is a waste." Don't scream, call Lao Tzu a sword and kill you!"

As he spoke, Wang Di pulled down the storage bag on Wu Yan's waist and opened it unceremoniously to check it.

The young man stood aside and watched coldly. Wu Yanwu stared at the two of them in horror, staring at the storage bag in Wang Di's hand, 'reluctant' with a frightened expression.

In the storage bag, there were only two ordinary middle-level magic weapons, more than a dozen spirit stones and some useless bits and pieces, and Wang Di saw it clearly at a glance, frowned and scolded: "But it's a poor ghost, damn, it's really unlucky!"

As he spoke, he threw the storage bag to the young demon cultivator. The young man also glanced at the contents of the storage bag with his divine sense, his brows furrowed, and his eyes swept over Wu Yan's body, looking very questioning.

Wang Wuzi also didn't believe it, squatted on the ground, and carefully searched Wu Yan's body. After a while, he stood up, kicked Wu Yan twice, and cursed in a low voice: "Fucking poor ghost!"

"Wang Di, stop talking nonsense. Bring all those prisoners of Qingyan Island out and go to the island. A majestic voice came from the cabin, and Wang Di turned his head unwillingly, and the two young men divided up the contents of Wu Yan's storage bag, and then went down to the cabin, followed the two demon cultivators guarding the bottom cabin, and brought out the dozen or so monks of Qingyan Island inside.

Wu Yan quietly glanced at the cabin, and saw that there were five demon cultivators walking out of the deck cabin, the first one, but it was a red-faced old man, with a faint pride on his face, walked to the deck, and glanced at Wu Yan first, Wu Yan hurriedly lowered his head and made a scared and trembling appearance. The red-faced old man then looked at the island.

A moment later, all the Qingyan Island monks imprisoned in the bilge were all gathered on the deck. When the middle-aged monk saw Wu Yan who had been caught, his face was stunned at first, and then he shook his head with a hint of doubt, confusion and incomprehension. In his opinion, most people thought that Wu Yan must have been discovered, and he was also captured by the demon cultivators on the Liberation Island.

The sea ship quickly docked. Wu Yan saw that in the stone building of the port, two monks who were dressed similarly to these demon cultivators had already walked out, and when he saw the red-faced old man, he smiled at the same time: "Disciple to meet Uncle Shi, it seems that Uncle Shi has gained a lot this time!"

The red-faced old man smiled indifferently and said, "It's not bad." Is the island okay?

"Master, the old man felt that the opportunity seemed to have arrived the day before yesterday, and he was preparing to retreat and condense the magic pill. If Uncle Shi comes back a few days later, I'm afraid I won't see Master for a long time. The demon cultivator who greeted him said to the red-faced old man with pride and envy on his face.

When the red-faced old man heard this, his face showed a trace of stunned and shocked "color", and then he showed a very vague "color" of jealousy, laughed dryly a few times, and said: "Okay, haha, good, big brother is really amazing!

The red-faced old man stepped ashore first, and the four demon cultivators escorted more than a dozen captives, including Wu Yan, and followed the old man to the island of liberation. In the back, there were still demon cultivator disciples, who carried boxes of blood food ashore from the cargo hold.

Wu Yan followed the other captives towards the mountain range in the center of the liberation island, and quietly looked at the island.

The more Wu Yan looked at it, the more satisfied he was in his heart. On this dissociating island, the demonic aura is quite strong. In particular, there are two peaks on the mountain range about 1,000 zhang high in the middle of the island. Around that mountain range, the rich demonic qi almost formed a materialized lead-gray 'colored' demonic qi cloud.

On top of the island's mountain range, there are two peaks, one large and one small. The larger peaks have a much richer demonic aura than the smaller ones.

The island was about a hundred miles in circumference, and there were only some powerful masking circles on the periphery, making it look as if the island was shrouded in pitch-black magic clouds from the outside, and it was impossible to see the specific situation inside.

On top of those two peaks, it was obvious that someone had arranged an extraordinary protective array. From the demonic aura emanating from the protective array, it can also be judged that this protective array can at least block the strong attack of the early stage cultivators.

Wu Yan secretly frowned. Now it's a bit of a problem. These two peaks have two protective arrays, the larger peaks should be the place where Ding Jie, the owner of the island, is entrenched, and the smaller peaks should be the location of the red-faced old man Ding Li's 'cave' mansion.

The two of them are not on the same mountain, so how can they gather and annihilate them all if they move like this?

Moreover, what is even more troublesome is that listening to the report of the disciple of the island master, this island master Ding Xie seems to be preparing to retreat and condense the magic pill, if this is the case, it will be even more tricky.

He vaguely felt that he was a little reckless to 'mix' into this island. It's just that if you give up, you are unwilling. Such an excellent place for cultivating demonic skills, if it can be occupied for a long time, it is not a matter of restoring the cultivation of the demon condensation period, even if it is to re-condense the demon seed pill and enter the demon seed period, it is not a problem to restore the realm of demonic power in its heyday.

When Wu Yan was on the Tianzhou Continent, apart from the ancient demon mountain in the Eastern Wilderness, he had never seen such a strong place for demonic cultivation.

It seems that the situation in this Sumeru Sea is obviously not the same as that on the Tianzhou Continent. In this Blood Demon Outer Sea alone, there is such a good Demon Vein Spiritual Land, that Inland Sea, and even on the Blood Demon Island, isn't it that the Demon Vein Demon Qi is even stronger?

While he was pondering, the crowd had reached the valley between the two peaks.

But I saw that in this valley, it was shrouded in pitch-black demonic energy, and I couldn't see the specific situation inside it at all. When the red-faced old man led everyone to the foot of the mountain, he took out an ink 'jade' token and shook it into the pitch-black demonic qi, and a black light 'shot' out from the ink 'jade', and 'shot' towards the pitch-black demonic qi protection array-32523+dsuaahhh+24475616->