In front of you is a huge city. Each stone building the wall is several meters long. It is completely black and has a heavy and oppressive look. Standing in front of it makes people breathless.
Groups of tall demon soldiers, holding bright halberds, passed in front of Qin Fan and the others, breathing heavily.
They looked at Qin Fan and others with eyes full of contempt and amusement, like a tiger looking at a little sheep.
Qin Fan and the others were taken to a dark and humid underground dungeon.
With a clang, as the big iron door was closed, the two escorting demon soldiers cursed and left, and the last light in the dungeon disappeared.
These people are all monks, and their strength is not weak. Everyone is at least at the Golden Core realm and above, and there are also many at the Nascent Soul realm. As for the very stable old man, Qin Fan estimates that he should be a powerful god. .
How ridiculous it is that a powerful god who is supposed to be able to control the stars has voluntarily come to the demon clan to be a slave.
Qin Fan found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and began to attack the seal in his body.
He will never stay here, even if it affects the people here, he cannot sit still and wait for death.
It was only a matter of time for him to break the demon seal.
Others may not be able to practice here, and even if they can practice, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth they can absorb is pitiful, but Qin Fan does not have this problem.
Wan Jian Jue can absorb all kinds of power in the world. Demonic energy is also a kind of power, and it will not affect Qin Fan's practice at all.
A trace of demonic energy entered the body, impacting the seal.
Qin Fan felt the demonic energy, which was obviously more violent than the spiritual energy, and it was difficult for human monks to absorb it.
However, the power of demonic energy seems to be more powerful than spiritual energy. Once absorbed and refined, the power obtained is stronger than spiritual energy.
After three days in a row, the demons seemed to have forgotten about them, and no one came.
On the fourth day, Qin Fan finally broke through the seal, his spiritual power penetrated his body, and a powerful aura spread in the dungeon.
The old man's message immediately sounded in my ears: "Congratulations on breaking the seal, but remember what I said, don't try to escape. Now that you are here, you must accept your fate, and don't harm the people here."
Qin Fan didn't respond. It was impossible for him to agree to this old man.
Bang!
The iron door was opened, and a ray of light came through the crack in the door.
A group of ragged humans were brought in. They all had their heads lowered, their expressions were decadent, and their breathing was very weak, like people who had been hungry for a week.
They were locked in the cell next to Qin Fan.
The two demon soldiers walked to the cell where Qin Fan and the others were, opened the iron door, and shouted inside: "Come out."
They speak the common language of the fairyland.
The people in the cell began to walk out one after another.
Qin Fan opened his eyes, stood up and left with the team.
They were brought to the ground. When they passed a square, Qin Fan saw many demons and more than a dozen corpses in the square.
The corpses were wearing the same clothes as the group of humans who were sent to the dungeon just now. These corpses should be from that group of people.
The demons placed black spheres on the corpses, and soon the corpses turned into mummies.
But the black sphere emits a dazzling light.
These demons were obviously extracting the last spiritual energy and vitality of the dead human monks, squeezing them to the last drop.
Qin Fan and his team were brought to an empty hall.
In the middle of the hall is a huge rectangular stone slab, with stone benches placed every two meters. A black pipe protrudes from the bottom of the stone slab and is placed on top of the stone bench.
Each of Qin Fan and the others was assigned a position and asked to hold the black tube and begin to transfer spiritual energy into it.
Qin Fan didn't move. He didn't know where the pipe was connected and what its purpose was. He tried to use his spiritual consciousness to explore, but the rectangular black stone slab could block his spiritual consciousness.
This made Qin Fan slightly surprised, wondering what kind of material this thing was made of to have such an effect.
He looked around and found that everyone was starting to input spiritual power into the tube, and everyone had a look of pain on their faces.
"Don't be lazy. If I check that you still have residual spiritual power in your body after seven days, I will throw you to the monsters and tear you into pieces."
The two demon soldiers responsible for guarding shouted loudly.
Qin Fan tried to input spiritual power into the tube, and the tube suddenly seemed to come alive. It was like a powerful suction cup, firmly sucking Qin Fan's hand and sucking the spiritual power out of Qin Fan's body.
No wonder everyone else looked in pain. This kind of suction method could drain all the spiritual power from them in no more than seven days, but at most three days.
"Why do the demons want to absorb the spiritual power of human monks? What do they want to do?" Qin Fan had questions in his heart.
If we don't figure it out, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the human race.
However, the black stone slab blocked his spiritual consciousness and Qin Fan had no way to detect it.
If other methods were used, the two demon soldiers guarding him would definitely be alerted.
"It seems that there is nothing we can do this time. We can only wait until next time." Qin Fan gave up the idea of finding out what happened this time.
The demons treated these human slaves very cruelly. For three days in a row, these people did not get a drop of water and sent spiritual power into the pipe day and night.
In the end, many people had exhausted their spiritual energy and had no energy to transport spiritual energy at all. It was the pipe itself that was extracting spiritual energy from everyone.
Even so, I'm afraid it would be difficult to sustain it for seven days.
On the fourth day, some people fell into coma one after another. All those who were unconscious were carried out by the demon clan.
In the end, only a few people persisted until the seventh day.
Even Qin Fan's spiritual power was drained from his body.
Then, they were returned to the underground dungeon.
Most of those who were carried out after being unconscious were sent back.
Obviously, they should still have value. The demons did not use the black beads to turn them into mummies.
In the dark dungeon, everyone was very tired and meditated silently to restore their spiritual power.
Although the spiritual energy in the space here is very thin, it can still absorb some spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
There was silence in the dungeon, except for the muffled breathing, there was no other sound.
Qin Fan sat cross-legged in a corner and began to regain his strength.
He recovered faster than anyone else, after all, Wan Jian Jue could refine demonic energy.
It only took him one night to return to his peak condition.
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in my mind: "You can actually absorb the demonic energy here. It seems that the skills you practice are not simple."
This is the voice of the old man with the highest cultivation level.
Qin Fan didn't expect that he would even notice this.
Just as it happened, Qin Fan also had a question to ask him, and he sent a message: "What do the demons do to extract our spiritual energy? Have you ever considered this issue?"
The old man said: "Because the body structure of the demons is different from that of our human race, they cannot cultivate spiritual power, so they need to extract it from our human race monks."
"As for what to do with the spiritual power, I don't know."
