Chapter 322 Dissociation Island

Wu Yan frowned and pondered, and began to make plans to see if he could make use of the dozen monks from Qingyan Island in the cabin.

After thinking for a long time, Wu Yan had a detailed plan in mind. He simply stayed safely in the cargo hold.

These demon cultivators from Dissociation Island captured the monks from Qingyan Island and did not kill them. Instead, they imprisoned them with blood demons. They obviously had other plans, otherwise there would be no need to imprison them. Then, they will probably use the same method to deal with him. As for why we need to capture low-level monks, I'm afraid we can only clear them out when we get to the Dissociation Island.

And since the Dissociation Island is the stronghold of the Blood Demon Sect in the outer sea, and is stationed by monks in the late foundation-building period, it seems that there should be a relatively powerful island protection restriction on it. Wu Yan didn't think he had that kind of strength now when he rushed in rashly.

If you want to land on the island, you have to take a risk and maybe have a chance to sneak into the island.

After thinking about this, Wu Yan suddenly left only one storage bag on his body, and put two ordinary mid-level magic weapons and a dozen low-level spiritual stones in this storage bag. All other things were put into the green cow bag.

Even the dragon scale armor he wore close to his body was taken off by him and put into the green cow bag. Then, he hid the green cow bag with the meat inside the leggings of his boots. Then he calmly sat cross-legged and meditated in the cargo hold, adjusting his breathing.

Two days passed without realizing it. During this period, everything was normal. From the Dissociation Island Demonic Cultivator on the ship, four people would fly out at a fixed time every day to patrol the nearby waters.

On the third day, the ship finally sailed into an island port with a radius of a hundred miles and shrouded in leaden gray magic clouds.

When Wu Yan was about to arrive at Dissociation Island, he was called to the deck by the demon cultivator named Wang Gui. At this time, Wang GUI and the young demon cultivator from before were standing a few feet away from Wu Yan, one on the left and the other on the right.

Wang GUI pointed to a few stone buildings at the port of the island and introduced to Wu Yan with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wu, we will get some supplies here and then continue our voyage. I don't know if you want to stay on this island to wait for others to pass by. Ship, or are you going to continue sailing with us?”

From the corner of his eye, Wu Yan caught a glimpse of where the two men were standing, and he was obviously sandwiched between them. During this moment, their hands quietly touched their waists, obviously wanting to make a move.

The purpose of the king's words was naturally to test. However, Wu Yan deliberately showed doubts on his face and said: "Why does this island look so familiar? Could it be that this is not the sea area of ​​Shenmu Island?"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Wu is joking. This is naturally not the sea area of ​​Shenmu Island. Does Fellow Daoist really not know?" Wang Guipi responded with a smile.

At this time, a ray of spiritual consciousness suddenly swept from the deck cabin and swept over the three people.

Wang GUI and the young man suddenly took action at the same time. Wang GUI suddenly slapped the storage bag, took out a bloody flying sword magic weapon, placed it on Wu Yan's neck, glared and shouted sharply: "Don't move! Otherwise I will strike with the sword." Kill you!"

At the same time, the young man suddenly took out a talisman with blood lines from his storage bag. He raised his hand and injected demonic energy. After the black light flashed, he patted it on Wu Yan's body.

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

The blood-colored talisman flashed a hair-like red light and sank into Wu Yan's body. Wu Yan then screamed again and froze. For a moment, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be completely restrained. There was no trace of spiritual power emanating from his body.

Wang GUI laughed ferociously and kicked Wu Yan on the lower back, knocking him out. Wu Yan rolled to the ground with a horrified expression on his face. He stared at the two people in panic and shouted: "You two Taoists have something to say. I am just protecting merchants and casual cultivators. There is nothing wrong with you." , who are you? Why are you confined here..."

Seeing that Wu Yan was in such a bad state, the two of them were restrained immediately, and the tense expressions on their faces relaxed at the same time. The young man sighed and cursed: "Damn, it turns out you are really a casual cultivator who protects merchants."

Wang GUI approached Wu Yan, kicked him twice more, and scolded him disdainfully: "Damn it, you made me worry for a long time in vain. You are actually a waste. Stop screaming. If you ask me to strike again, the result will be the result." about you!"

With that said, Wang GUI pulled down the storage bag from Wu Yan's waist and opened it without ceremony to check it out.

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

In the storage bag, there were only two ordinary mid-level magic weapons, a dozen spiritual stones and some useless bits and pieces. Wang Gui saw it clearly at a glance, frowned and cursed: "But he is a poor guy, motherfucker." , what a bad luck!”

As he said that, he threw the storage bag to the young demon cultivator. The young man also glanced at the contents of the storage bag with his spiritual consciousness, frowned, and swept his eyes around Wu Yan, looking very suspicious.

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

"Wang GUI, stop talking nonsense. Bring out all the prisoners on Qingyan Island and go to the island." A majestic voice came from the cabin. Then Wang GUI turned around unwillingly, and with the young man, Wu Yan After dividing up the contents of the storage bag, he went down to the bottom cabin, followed the two demon cultivators guarding the bottom cabin, and brought out the dozen monks from Qingyan Island inside.

Wu Yan quietly glanced at the cabin and saw five demon cultivators walking out of the deck cabin. The leader was a red-faced old man with a touch of pride on his face. He walked to the deck and glanced at Wu Yan first. Yan hurriedly lowered his head, acting like he was trembling with fear. The red-faced old man then looked towards the island.

After a while, all the Qingyan Island monks imprisoned in the bottom cabin were gathered on the deck. When the middle-aged monk saw Wu Yan being caught, his face was startled at first, and then he shook his head with a hint of confusion. In his opinion, he probably thought that Wu Yan must have been discovered and captured by the demonic cultivators on Dissociation Island.

The ship quickly docked. Wu Yan saw that two monks who were dressed similar to these demon cultivators had already walked out of the stone building at the port. When he saw the red-faced old man, he cupped his hands and smiled and said: "Disciple pays homage to the master uncle. It seems that the master uncle has gained something this time." Not small!”

The red-faced old man smiled calmly and said: "Not bad. Is everything okay on the island? Where is your master?"

"Master, I felt that the opportunity had arrived the day before yesterday and was preparing to retreat to condense the magic elixir. If Master Master comes back a few days later, I'm afraid I won't be able to see Master for a long time." The demon cultivator who greeted him had a proud look on his face. He said to the red-faced old man with a look of envy.

Hearing this, the red-faced old man showed a look of shock on his face, and then showed a hint of subtle jealousy. He laughed a few times and said: "Okay, haha, okay, big brother is really awesome! Come on, come on island!"

The red-faced old man was the first to step ashore. Four demon cultivator disciples escorted a dozen prisoners, including Wu Yan, and followed the old man to the island. Behind, there were demon cultivator disciples who moved boxes of blood food ashore from the cargo hold.

Wu Yan quietly looked at the island while following the other prisoners towards the mountains in the center of the Dissociation Island.

The more Wu Yan looked at it, the more satisfied he became. On this dissociation island, the demonic energy is quite strong. Especially the two peaks on the thousand-foot-high mountain range entrenched in the center of the island. Around that mountain range, the rich demonic energy almost formed a substantial cloud of lead-gray demonic energy.

On the mountain range of this island, there are two peaks, one large and one small. The demonic energy of the larger mountain peaks is obviously much stronger than that of the smaller ones.

The island has a radius of about a hundred miles, and there are only some powerful shielding formations arranged around it, making the island look like it is shrouded in dark magic clouds from the outside, making it impossible to see the specific situation inside.

On those two mountain peaks, it was obvious that someone had placed an extremely powerful protective formation. From the demonic aura emanating from the protective formation, it can also be judged that this protective formation can at least block the strong attack of the monks in the early stage of forming the core.

Wu Yan frowned secretly. This time there was some trouble. There are two protective formations on these two peaks. The larger peak should be where Ding Jie, the owner of the Disintegration Island, lives, and the smaller peak should be where the cave of the red-faced old man Ding Li is located.

The two people's caves are not on the same mountain. How can they gather together and annihilate them all if they start fighting like this?

Moreover, what is even more troublesome is that according to the report from the disciple of the island owner just now, the island owner Ding Jie seems to be preparing to retreat to condense the magic pill. If so, it will be even more difficult.

He vaguely felt that it was a bit rash for him to rush to this island. However, if you just give up, you will not be willing to do so. If such an excellent place for practicing magic power can be occupied for a long time, not to mention restoring the cultivation level of the demon condensation stage, even if it is to re-condensate the demon seed evil pill, enter the demon seed stage, and restore the magic power realm of the heyday. Not a problem.

When Wu Yan was on the Tianzhou Continent, except for the Ancient Demon Mountain in the Eastern Wasteland, he had never seen a perfect place for demon cultivation with such a strong demonic aura.

It seems that the situation in this Sumeru Sea is obviously different from that on the Tianzhou Continent. Just in the outer sea of ​​the Blood Demon, there is such a good demonic spirit land. In the inner sea, and even on the Blood Demon Island, wouldn't it be that the demonic energy of the demonic vein is even richer?

While he was meditating, everyone had already reached the valley between the two peaks.

But seeing that the valley was shrouded in dark demonic energy, it was impossible to see the specific situation inside. When the red-faced old man led everyone to the foot of the mountain, he took out a black jade token and shook it into the dark demonic energy. A black light shot out from the black jade and towards the dark demonic energy. Protect the formation.