"Boom." The scalp of the loud and loud people was numb and dusty.

I saw that the iron railings in the four directions of the south, east, and west were unshackled, and a beast came out of each of them.

East, is the demon beast decadent black, the huge bird body stands on the eight-foot-high bird legs, the feathers are black and shiny, the neck is extremely short, the beak is narrow and sharp, like the ice moon cold knife, there is a pair of small holes at the top of the beak, the hole spews out green mist, fishy and toxic, it opens its mouth proudly, and the black and purple tongue makes people sick.

West, is a monster turtle, shaped like a fish flat and wide, but has limbs, scales faint with a cold air, the back is rich in carapace, extremely thick, like steel bars, three heads poke out of the shell, parasitic, when it comes out, it rushes to Lan Wujiang manically, only the three pairs of eyes with the whites of the eyes oozing infinite murderous energy.

South, a white lion stepped on the flames, its eyes were wide-eyed, its fangs were sharp, it was an eighth-order spirit beast, its curled hair was waving in the wind, majestic, it raised its claws and stepped on the ground fiercely, the aura rolled, and cracks appeared on the ground.

In the north, a purple-scaled nine-headed python circled out, and a muddy swamp appeared everywhere the long snake tail passed, and it spit out a faint green snake letter, and the nine-headed looked different, which made people frightened.

Lan Wujiang clenched the hilt of her sword, and the iron-eating beast stood beside her and let out a roar, roaring into the sky, and ice and snow flew wildly.

The iron-eating beast bears its neck and brings out the name of the beast to the fullest.

The four beasts attacked from the four directions at the same time, the four directions of the southeast, the northwest, the four pole attributes, just like a gossip Taiji, decide the winner or loser in one thought.

"Click!" The iron-eating beast smashed the snake of the nine-headed giant python with one claw, and the screams were deafening, and Lan Wujiang took the opportunity to cut off the snake's head with the Leng Mei sword.

She is also like a wind rising, cutting through the endless night, and all thoughts linger.

The iron-eating beast brutally trampled the snake to pieces, and the yellow sand under the iron palm turned into a mire at this moment.

This is where the nine-headed python is strange, leaving mud in the place where it passes, and the place where the corpse rots is a swamp, the swamp is ten meters deep, and there is no survivor of the enter!

The Iron Eater let out a heavy gasp, and the white lion ran towards the Iron Eater again.

Lan Wujiang turned over and leaped in front of the white lion, the refrigerant sword was able to block the white lion, but the flames erupted from the white lion's mouth like a cannonball.

There was another loud bang, and I saw that the iron-eating beast had broken free from the quagmire, and its usual crawling had changed to standing, and its height was twice as tall as before.

Lan Wujiang glanced at it in a trance, and saw the iron-eating beast sneering.

The black and white hair stood on end like thorns again.

The iron palm was raised, and it slapped the white lion with one palm, directly pinching and extinguishing the flame ball.

What's not good to play, I want to play with fire, and this white lion is also a long-haired spirit animal! Don't you know that this hair is difficult to manage?

The Iron Eater glanced meaningfully at the hair that had been burned by the Red Bull before, and its fangs were wide open, which made the decadent Wu who was about to sneak attack Lan Wujiang pause.

This...... To fight or not to fight?

The iron-eating beast was too ferocious.

But if you don't fight now, you'll have to be beaten when you go back.

The crow curled up its claws, and when it hesitated, its sharp nails glowed with cold.

The turtle behind it slammed forward, knocking the crow into the swamp.

The long beak of the decadent black neighed, the eyes were fierce, and the black wings fluttered.

The turtle shook its three heads excitedly, moving faster than an afterimage, and its short legs kicked hard, like a curve over the top of the clump.

"Boom" it landed in front of the iron-eating beast, a turtle and a bear staring at each other.

The iron-eating beast bared its teeth, its white-haired beard trembled, and it stopped moving with one paw.

Hiss...... Hurt.

The turtle quickly climbed its claws and wanted to bite into its lower mouth, but it was stuck by the steel thorn-like hair.

Without waiting for it to react and let go of its teeth, Lan Wujiang's Cold Plum Sword swung down again.

The left sword beheaded him, but the right sword pierced straight into the turtle's shell.

She sliced through the layers of leather armor, the blade slicing through the most flexible parts of its body, sending blood to the ground.

And the white lion let out a low roar, got up again from a distance, and attacked Lan Wujiang again.

The black is angry, the green gas in the nostrils is scattered, the yellow sand is full of poison, and the blood, mud, ice and snow are mixed together.

It is the purgatory on earth, and it is also the music scene of all dirty and evil thoughts.