"Zhen Zhenren, you stay and guard that person. Zou Zhenren, you follow me to find out! The young man glanced at the iron cage a few feet away in front of him, then rose to his feet, and stepped down to the dense fog.

Behind him, the tall and slender Tengyuan Realm real person followed closely behind, with a small turquoise sword levitating in his hand.

As soon as the two moved, the formation suddenly changed.

Countless sticky white mist suddenly churned out, instantly submerging the figures of the two of them. Several loud shouts came out of the white mist, and the white mist vibrated violently.

And where the Zhen Zhen and the other disciples who were guarding the iron cage, there were also many thick white mist around them.

"Humph!" Zhen Zhen snorted softly. A pu fan appeared in his hand, which instantly became the size of a house, and headed towards the white mist that shrouded it.

"This is the time!" Yi Hao's eyes, which were hidden in the masked eyes of several people hundreds of feet away, lit up, and the soul chasing needle in his right hand suddenly floated out like a ghost, flying towards the eyebrows of Qi Zhenren.

And with a finger of his left hand, the giant sword Youquan slashed towards the remaining disciples of the Fallen Demon Valley like a storm.

"Something!" Zhen Zhen changed color in shock and kept retreating. The other Fallen Demon Valley disciples screamed repeatedly, and in an instant, three or four of them were beheaded to the ground.

The figure at the iron cage flashed, and a masked Yi Hao suddenly appeared, grabbing his arm towards the iron cage.

Yi Hao mentioned it, and the iron cage only shook a little.

"It's so heavy!" Yi Hao's mouth was light, and his face sank. Zhuang Lun, who was in the cage with his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly at this time, and shook his head at Yi Hao again and again, signaling him to leave quickly.

"How daring!" This delay made the real people in the distance see the situation here, and they couldn't help but scream in shock.

Yi Hao's aura changed suddenly, and his body suddenly rose three feet tall, and a flood of desolate aura appeared on his body. His hands like a dustpan slammed into the cage, slung it on his shoulders and rushed out.

As it walked along, the white mist dispersed, forming a passage that was more than a person wide.

Zhuang Lun's eyes lit up when he saw this, and his eyes looked vigilantly at the real person behind the masked man.

Qi Zhenren turned his head, and his palms suddenly turned pitch black, and he held straight towards the soul chasing needle that was in hot pursuit. The soul chasing needle was in his hands, and he immediately drilled frantically into the flesh and blood of his palm.

"Hmph," the real person snorted in pain. He didn't expect that the power of the Soul Chaser Needle would be so powerful.

His left hand pinched the trick, and a fishy Yuan Force surged to the palm of his right hand. His right palm became even darker, and the Soul Chaser Needle was forced out of flesh and suspended in the palm of his hand.

"Lian!" A dark flame appeared in his palm, rolling towards the Soul Chasing Needle.

"Poof" Yi Hao, who was running away in the distance, spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, and his face turned pale.

In an instant just now, the connection between the Soul Chaser Needle and him suddenly disappeared.

"It's so strong!" Yi Hao sighed secretly, he never thought that this Zhenren was actually a cultivator in the late stage of Tengyuan Realm, and forcibly refined the soul chasing needle.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Lun exhaled urgently.

The masked man lifted the cage and wanted to fly.

"I still want to go!" At this time, Zhen Zhen had already approached along the path that Yi Hao was walking, and his tone was calm. A small sword more than three feet long appeared in his hand. The ghostly light on the sword flowed, and it turned out to be a treasure flying sword.

The flying sword floated up, firmly locking on Yi Hao.

Yi Hao suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and his whole body was terrified.

"Hurry up, leave me alone!" Feeling the momentum of the flying sword, Zhuang Lun on his shoulder sighed dejectedly.

Yi Hao's expression slammed violently. He jerked his head back and faced the chasing Zhen Zhenren, a huge invisible force welling up from his eyebrows.

Zhuang Lun's face also changed suddenly at this moment.

"Ahh Zhen Zhenren clenched his head tightly and screamed in pain. He had severe pain in his brain, and even his eyes were blind for a short time. He shook his head sharply, his eyes regaining a sparkle. When I looked again, Yi Hao and Zhuang Lun were gone.

"Roar!" The masked man was furious, and his mouth was full of rage. The flying sword in his hand suddenly swelled, slashing wildly towards the surrounding white mist.

In the dense woods, masked men tear off the scarf from their heads.

This person is Yi Hao, he rescued Zhuang Lun according to the agreement with Liu Qingzhu, and rushed all the way to this place hundreds of miles away with the iron cage.

Yi Hao was sweating profusely.

He used all kinds of weapons to slash at the deep sea cold iron cage, but the iron cage did not move at all, and not even a single white mark was left.

"Brother Yihao, don't try, it's useless!" Zhuang Lun in the cage had a gloomy face and persuaded Yi Hao.

"Can't really split?" Yi Hao stared.

"Yes, it's made of a cold sea meteorite, and it's extremely tough...... This was originally an excellent material for refining, but it was actually used by the Fallen Demon Valley to cast this iron cage......" Zhuang Lun's eyes were bright and uncertain.

"Refining maniac, if you really live up to your name......" Yi Hao saw Zhuang Lun's gaze when he talked about the materials, and seemed to forget the pain of the iron cage having penetrated deep into the muscles and bones.

"Brother Zhuang, I want to try again! But you have to suffer something, will you? ”

"Brother Yi, try it! I can bear any pain! Zhuang Lun heard this and said proudly.

His face was full of sorrow, and at this moment there was a hint of joy. He turned his body unconcernedly, waving his fist to signal to Yi Hao.

Blood gushed from his arms, staining the iron pillar red.

"Good!" Yi Hao saw this and was moved.

A yellow fire suddenly appeared in Yi Hao's hand. As soon as this fire came out, the trees within two feet of Yi Hao's side immediately turned into flying ashes, and the trees in the distance became scorched yellow visibly.

"This fire!" Zhuang Lun's clothes instantly turned burnt and his hair curled. He stared at the fire in Yi Hao's hand with burning eyes, and his eyes showed excitement.

"I'm coming!" Yi Hao whispered.

"Come on!" Zhuang Lun closed his eyes.

His whole body trembled, and he didn't know if it was the fear of the yellow fire, or something else.

The yellow fire turned into a thin line and wound towards the cold iron that was thick in his arm.

The sound of "snort" rang out repeatedly.

There was a trace of the cold iron that was hard to be injured by the sword, and as time passed, the trace became deeper and deeper.

"Click", an iron pillar on Zhuang Lun's shoulder was immediately cut off.

Zhuang Lun's face was overjoyed, and a pair of tiger eyes widened.

"Come again!" Yi Hao calmed down his breath a little and said excitedly.

He activated the Burning Heaven Gong, mobilizing the few remaining Yuan forces in his body to urge the yellow flame, cutting towards the iron pillar on the other side.

"Bang!" The iron pillar broke in response.

"Hahaha" Zhuang Lun's figure rose from the iron cage and roared in the air.

Zhuang Lun's figure fell to the ground with a thud, splashing smoke and dust on the ground.

"Brother Yihao, thank you!" When the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhuang Lun was dressed in black, bowed to Yi Hao and clenched his fists and said loudly.

He was excited, and a thick aura that was only available in the Tengyuan Realm appeared on his body. His injuries healed in an instant, his scorched hair had turned black, and his long hair was flowing freely.