After the snow lotus in the upper right corner of the stone wall devoured Liu Kun's blood, not only was her face scarlet, but it seemed to bloom a little more. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The petals stretch out, like a blood-colored lotus flower blooming in Lethe.

The blood lotus burst out with a strong and vigorous red light, and Qingge and his party, illuminated by the light, narrowed their eyes.

In the red light, the stone wall gradually softened and became transparent.

At this point, Beiying stepped in.

Lin Chong grabbed Liu Kun's collar and followed, and Guihai Yan turned into a human form and waited outside.

Qingge and Lianhua walked into the stone wall together.

After several people walked in, the stone wall was back to its original state, hard and indestructible.

Inside, there is no cave.

The whole mountain seems to have been hollowed out.

As far as the eye can see, there is a black aisle.

There are people or demonic beasts in the small dog cages, there are low-level demonic beasts, there are intermediate-level demonic beasts, and although the number of high-level demonic beasts is not much, there are also about twenty heads.

The cage is specially tailored for Warcraft and is made of Xuanjing Iron.

As long as the strength does not reach the Holy Beast, it will not be able to escape the Xuanjing Iron Prison, and because of this, the Xuanjing Iron is extremely precious.

The humans in the cage, skinny and unkempt, have been with the monster for a long time, they seem to have forgotten the habits of people, and they even stand on all fours, their hair is scattered, their eyes are sunken, and the bottom of their eyes is black.

Some people are skinny and skinny.

"Brother!"

Kitaka's eyes widened and he was emotional.

Qingge turned his eyes to look at the North Eagle, surprised.

Even in the face of Gong Yaozu and Liu Kun, Beiying's reaction was not so fierce except for his fierce eyes.

Qingge frowned and followed Beiying's line of sight.

It was a cage in the far corner, and in the cage, there was an unsightly man, the man's face was yellow and thin, and his bones were protruding, as if he would pierce the dry flesh at any moment.

His chin was full of scum, embarrassed and haggard, like a monster, his hands and feet were indistinguishable, and he began to use them together.

Hearing the voice of the North Eagle, the man was very wooden, his eyes were gray, without any look, and he looked ahead blankly.

Light song's eyes twinkled.

From the information collected from the Heavenly Eagle Pavilion, Wei Mulan had an elder brother named Wei Mu.

Although Qingge did not see the portrait of Wei Mu, according to the records, Wei Muqi Yu Xuan Ang of Weijia Village was talented, personable, humble and gentleman, well-read, and flourished.

It was a difference from the man in the cage in front of him.

The North Eagle was completely out of control, and she rushed towards the cage, kneeling down outside the cage, her hands trying to reach into the cage, and between the two iron pillars of the cage, a dark cyan electricity flashed.

The wire crackled and touched the North Eagle's body, spreading directly to the limbs of the North Eagle.

But seeing the dark cyan lightning that Beiying's entire body was swimming, she endured great pain, opened her eyes, and desperately tried to put her hand in and touch the relatives she hadn't seen for three years.

Wei Mu squatted in the cage and looked at Beiying blankly.

Northern Eagle's eyes are moist and red.

The lightning was about to go on her, and she exclaimed, her body trembling, her face spasming, and the wires gathered in her eyes, flashing arcs of dark cyan light.

"Ahh

The North Eagle raised his head, his head full of green silk scattered, and howled in pain.

Qingge frowned, stepped forward quickly, his eyes narrowed, and the spiritual power entangled Beiying, pulling it back, and at the same time, he used the blood demon flower evil qi and one of the heavenly arts, the green lightning, to devour the thunder and lightning elements on the Xuanjing Iron Prison.

Beiying's face turned pale, she lost her mind, got up, and rushed towards the cage.

Qingge grabbed her shirt with one hand, lifted it, stepped forward with her face, and said coldly: "Beiying, calm me down." ”

Beiying gradually came to her senses, she looked at Qingge, biting her lower lip tightly, until she bit her lip and blood flowed out, and her stubborn eyes were full of tears.

Beiying stubbornly didn't let the tears flow, but the next moment he began to cry.

"Wang ...... The king...... My brother ...... How did he become like this? ”

Beiying gasped for breath, tears flowed down his face, heartbreaking, there is no beauty of pear blossoms with rain, I see pity, but it makes people feel worried.

Qingge let go of his hand, and without the support of the Qingge, Beiying collapsed to the ground weakly.

She fell to her knees, panicked, and crawled towards the cage again, her hands scorched black as she was struck by the lightning element of the Xuanjing Iron Prison.

Kneeling outside the cage, Beiying looked at the man in the cage, raised his hand, hid his face and cried bitterly, his shoulders kept shaking.

She always thought that her brother was dead, but she didn't expect that she was alive, and in the past three years, she has been locked up in Yanling Beishan!

But now, she is extremely looking forward to his death, along with his father and mother, and the people of Weijia Village.

If you die, you will be liberated, and you will not have to suffer terrible torture, and you will not become such an inhuman and ghostly appearance.

Qingge sighed, stood on the edge of the cage, poured the two heavenly techniques of thunder and lightning into his hands, grabbed the two iron pillars of the cage respectively, and then pulled them hard to both sides.

There was a click, and the two iron pillars were disconnected, and as for the thunder and lightning element on the Xuanjing Iron, it was nothing in front of Qingdian's Qingdian.

Beiying watched this scene with joy.

Until all the hard iron pillars were broken, and Qingge threw the iron pillars away again, Wei Mu was already free.

Wei Mu, who was freed, did not have the silence before.

He glared at Qingge, his eyes radiated a cold-blooded and cruel fierce light like a beast, and a faint red glowed under his eyes.

Like an ape, he jumped up on all fours and pounced on Qingge.

Qingge frowned, and in an instant, there were many thoughts in his mind.

I'm afraid that Wei Mu's body has also been filled with the blood and bones of demonic beasts.

Just when Wei Mu was about to knock Qingge down, Beiying rushed over and pushed Qingge away, and Wei Mu pounced on her.

Wei Mu's hands pressed Beiying's wrists and threw them on the ground.

He looked at the Northern Eagle, slaughtering blood, as if the evil wolf of the jungle had met its prey, his eyes flashing with a ghostly light, and sharp fangs stretched out at the corners of his mouth.

Wei Mu lowered his head and bit Beiying's shoulder.

The sharp fangs pierced into the flesh, and the pain made Beiying's body tremble.

Qingge pulled out the Mingwang knife and wanted to do it, but Beiying endured the pain and said, "Don't, don't do it......"

When he spoke, his voice was trembling, which showed how painful it was.

A person like Beiying, even if she stabs her, she won't feel pain.

But now, watching a loved one turn into a demon, the traces of the heart cracking are much deeper than the pain on the shoulder. Positive: Positive \\, //Positive

Qingge raised the Mingwang knife high, and put it down low.

Beiying's lips were pale, she endured the pain, looked at Qingge with difficulty, and said weakly: "Let ...... Let me...... Brother...... He won't hurt me. ”

Her brother, who is as gentle as jade, is willing to let her die.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Beiying's eyes blinked a few times, and tears hung on her well-defined eyelashes, and she asked as if she didn't seem to be in pain.

Wei Mu raised his head, at this time, his eyes were completely scarlet, and Beiying's shoulders were blurred with flesh and blood.

A red liquid, pouring from her wounds, pooled into a viscous pool of blood on the ground.