Chapter 323: Assault and Refining

But the dark magic fog in front of everyone rolled around, revealing a circular passage entrance about ten feet in size. The red-faced old man stepped in first. Everyone followed with strange expressions on their faces.

After entering the magic fog array, Wu Yan was surprised to see that in the valley, under the tall mountain, many stone caves had been opened up by people. Several Qi Refining Demon Cultivators were guarding a stone house outside one of the larger stone caves. When they saw the red-faced old man, they bowed and said, "Disciples greet Uncle Master!"

The red-faced old man nodded, then pointed to the dozen captives behind him and said, "Take them in and settle them down, and let them go down to work tomorrow. Remember, don't be too harsh. Recently, it has become increasingly difficult to capture such hard labor captives."

The demon cultivator disciples smiled and said, "Yes, disciples know, Uncle Master, don't worry. All of you come here, be honest, as long as you listen, you can avoid physical pain."

After the red-faced old man arranged these, he led the other four demon cultivator disciples and left this place directly, heading for the mountain on the other side of the valley.

The three demon cultivator disciples from Jieli Island who were guarding here revealed their true colors after the red-faced old man left. They took out whips with a grim smile and whipped Wu Yan and others into the larger stone cave.

The scale of this stone cave is quite large. There were several caves on both sides of the stone wall. Wu Yan and others were driven into one of the dark and damp underground stone caves. The entrance of the stone cave was installed with a half-foot thick fine steel door, and on the fine steel door, there was a magic symbol that could strengthen its hardness. Once the fine steel door was closed, except for some tiny air vents, the stone cave became a completely sealed cave.

After the door was closed, the light in the prison cell cave dimmed. The three demon cultivators walked into a stone cave next to them with curses, and no one knew what they were doing.

They did not search Wu Yan and others. I think the three people also understood that since they had been sent here, the money on their bodies had probably been taken away by the demon cultivators on the ship, so naturally there was no money to be taken.

Once the door was closed, everyone sat down in the stone cave dejectedly, looked at the place in front of them, and talked in a low voice.

Wu Yan frowned and looked at the situation in the stone cave. This grotto, built underground in a stone cave, is about ten feet in size. The ground is quite damp, with some faint bloodstains and rotten meat scraps on it, emitting a foul smell of decay and decay.

Obviously, other hard labor prisoners had been imprisoned here.

Wu Yan glanced at the others coldly, and found a relatively dry place to sit cross-legged. As soon as he sat down, he closed his eyes, quietly opened his spiritual sense, and carefully explored.

The other dozen monks from Qingyan Island gathered together, each with a sad face, and talked. After a while, a dozen people focused their attention on Wu Yan.

After all, Wu Yan's behavior was too strange now. Since he was driven in and imprisoned here, this ordinary-looking, cold-faced young man has always been silent, calm, and there seems to be no expression of worry on his face, let alone panic and fear.

"Excuse me, fellow Taoist. I am Yi Qing, a cultivator from Qingyan Island. We are all prisoners of the same fate. What is your name? Which island are you from?" Just as Wu Yan was frowning and showing a hint of surprise, he heard a rather honest voice not far from him.

Wu Yan opened his eyes and frowned, and saw a young man in his twenties standing in front of him. This young man looked very honest, with a hint of kindness on his face, looking at him with a puzzled look.

Wu Yan glanced at the middle-aged cultivator who was sitting cross-legged against the wall a few feet away on the other side, and saw that he was also looking at him with a look of concern.

Wu Yan did not speak, but glanced at the stone wall on one side with the corner of his eye, sneered, fumbled in his long boots and knee pads for a few times, and suddenly put his hands behind his back and kicked the young man who smiled kindly at him without warning.

The young man was attacked by Wu Yan unexpectedly, and before he could react, his body rolled out. Wu Yan showed a hideous sneer on his face, kicked him again, and yelled: "Get out! I don't like to be disturbed, stay away from me!"

The young man named Yi Qing was frightened and screamed to protect himself. The other disciples of Qingyan Island who were sitting cross-legged next to him saw that their disciples who wanted to inquire about Wu Yan's background were beaten. They were stunned and puzzled at first, then they came to their senses and jumped over one after another, yelling and rushing towards Wu Yan.

The middle-aged monk was stunned and puzzled, but he did not rush over. Instead, he lowered his voice and shouted: "Don't be impulsive, come back!"

Those disciples were all young men with blood and vigor. In addition, the scene in the cave was already chaotic. Who would listen to the words of the middle-aged monk?

Immediately, Wu Yan and the group of young disciples of Qingyan Island wrestled together, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

Just as everyone was getting into a fight, they suddenly heard the sound of the steel door opening, and then three demon cultivators rushed in with ferocious faces, shut the steel door, and took out whips with a grim smile, and lashed at the people who were fighting. They laughed wildly and cursed without restraint. They were obviously very proud of finding an excuse to vent their violent anger.

Everyone did not expect such a change. Everyone was dripping with blood from being whipped, and they all ran away and hid in the corner next to them.

One of the demon cultivator's disciples laughed ferociously, ran toward Wu Yan with a whip and cursed, and whipped the whip fiercely at Wu Yan's face.

Wu Yan suddenly raised his hands with a hint of panic, as if to protect his head and face. Just when the demon cultivator's whip was about to hit Wu Yan's face, a very subtle black light suddenly flashed from one of Wu Yan's hands and passed across the demon cultivator's neck.

The demon cultivator's eyes widened in horror. How could he have expected that there would be people here who were not restrained by the blood evil and could still resist. But before his frightened expression could freeze on his face, he saw Wu Yan's hand making and cutting around his head as if by magic.

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

Wu Yan's feet did not stop at all, and his figure turned into a gust of wind, as if disappearing from the cave.

A few breaths of time passed, and the other two demon cultivator disciples who were scolding and beating those Qingyan Island disciples, before they had time to exclaim, met the same fate as the previous demon cultivator disciple without realizing it, and their heads were It was cut into a rain of blood by the black light in Wu Yan's hand.

At this time, the disciples hiding underground in Qingyan Island suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. The whips that fell on their bodies like raindrops disappeared, and they all raised their faces to take a look without knowing why.

When these people saw it clearly, the three demon cultivator disciples who were originally alive and kicking with ferocious looks had all turned into headless corpses, lying in a pool of blood. They all opened their eyes in horror and looked at the faces. Wu Yan was wiping a black dagger with an indifferent expression.

Wu Yan ignored the horrified and horrified looks of others, and after wiping the blood on the Mo Lin sword, he moved the three headless corpses to one place, and scraped away all the useful things on them. Put it into the green cow bag. Then, Wu Yan whispered to a group of Qingyan Island disciples who were looking at him in horror: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, keep your mouth shut, and no matter what you see later, don't make a sound."

All the Qingyan Island disciples stared blankly at Wu Yan, but the middle-aged monk reacted quickly. He nodded hurriedly and whispered: "Just do whatever you want, fellow Taoist, we will never dare to say anything."

Only then did the middle-aged monk realize that Wu Yan had been captured and restrained. He had clearly deliberately pretended to be captured and wanted to sneak into the island to do some secret things. Although he didn't understand what Wu Yan wanted to do, he remembered what Wu Yan had said to him before. If these disciples on Qingyan Island want to be rescued, everything depends on this person's thoughts. How dare they disobey Wu Yan's wishes.

Wu Yan nodded, then placed his hands on the three headless corpses, silently using the magic skills.

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

A moment later, streaks of blood energy as thin as fingers were seen rising from the headless corpse that was held down by Wu Yan. After the blood energy rose, it turned into streaks of dark red demonic energy in the blink of an eye, pouring into Wu Yan. In the palm of Yan's hand.

The young man named Yi Qing who was kicked and beaten by Wu Yan before saw Wu Yan using such strange and bizarre magic skills, and he opened his mouth to scream in surprise. The middle-aged monk hurriedly covered his mouth and looked at Wu Yan with a horrified expression.

Wu Yan continued to absorb the essence and blood of these three demon cultivator disciples as if there was no one around, turning them into streaks of bloody demonic energy, which were absorbed into the bloodline of the demon species.

A few moments later, the three corpses had completely disappeared, leaving only three piles of scattered clothes and some dead bones.

Wu Yan frowned, but then shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied. After absorbing the essence and blood of these three corpses, although his magic power was restored, it was only at the third level of the demonic stage, which was far lower than he expected.

After glancing at the place, Wu Yan brought three piles of waste together and fired a fireball, burning the last traces.

After doing this, Wu Yan raised his eyes and scanned the Qingyan Island disciples who were looking at him in horror as if they were looking at demons, and said: "Okay, there will be no demon cultivator disciples in this cave for the time being. , it’s time to talk to you about some things.”