"I thought I wouldn't be able to do this old man's forged thing, damn it." Luoma's angry and desperate face changed curves, but when a dazzling ray of light pierced the dark night like death, Luomo and the people who were imprisoned were like fallen people into the abyss, and they didn't even know how to describe panic and horror.

The roof of the cave was originally made of two sturdy iron fans, and when the iron fans opened like a door, the scorching light from the outside poured in little by little, and the group of prisoners were not surprised by the long-lost light, but ran away from death and kept burrowing into the dark corner. And through the light outside the cave, there was the incredible screams of Wuluan and Qixue.

Their eyes are on the prison, is there anything frightening in it? Jielan looked back at the prison, and when she saw the horrific scene, Jielan seemed to faint.

Mountains of white bones filled the prison space, these were human bones, the skeletons at the lowest level had turned black and smelled rancid, and some of the skeletons left in the top were still human fur, their internal organs were hollowed out by something, the skin that had been pecked through and festered covered the bones, and the dried blood licked the souls of the panicked prisoners.

And when the zenith was all opened, there was the sound of demons screaming, accompanied by the chaotic sounds of the crowd of fear, screaming, trembling, crying, and pleading.

Ruma kicked and pounded the cage in frustration, "No, no, I will never leave you in this filthy place. "But his kicks and slashes seemed so useless.

Hundreds of demons appeared in the cavern, hovering in the ceiling of the cave, looking down at the trembling beings, as if choosing which food was more palatable.

Luomo's friends stood in the crowd of fleeing, smiling sadly at Luoma, that smile did not blame, there was no fear, there was just a farewell to him, the one standing at the front smiled and said: "Please don't be sad for us, we are already happy that you can treat us as brothers, go, go and save this declining Chiyan City, go to save those lost humans, go to warn the muddy city, go!" Remour, Dharma, remember the honorific name we have given you, you are our god, our god of Mo...", the voice drowned out the demon's attack, and the demon bird swooped down from the sky, crushing him under its claws, greedily pecking through his skull, his back and abdomen, devouring their flesh, their entrails, and their lives, and the crimson blood soaked the land of death.

The trembling soul could not be calmed, and the soft body was shattered by this bloody and cruel scene.

"Definitely... What must be done to stop it? The trembling voice couldn't hide Jielan's grief and indignation.

The black pig frowned and pondered, he looked at Jielan worriedly, and when his eyes fell on the Yanlin Sword behind her, he suddenly realized, "Lan, use the Yanlin Sword quickly, if you use it, you will definitely break this iron prison." ”

"Use it?"

"Yes, the reason why this iron prison can't even be broken by you is because it is made of demon beast soul bones, so it melts into their demon qi inside, as long as you use the Yanlin Sword, these demon beasts will naturally automatically leave the iron weapon."

Jielan felt very depressed, "What's the use of this, how can this sword really be the Yanlin Sword?" Even the old man said that I could not draw this sword. ”

The black pig also knew that the Yanlin Sword was a holy sword, and no one who was not a saint could pull it out, so he could only watch these creatures in front of him being devoured and destroyed.

Suddenly, a person approached Jielan's side, and he rudely snatched the Yanlin sword, tore open the canvas, and held the rusted sword.

"What are you going to do?" For the unknown Luomo, Jielan was a little frightened.

"Since this sword can save them, let me use him to split this damn cage!" He tried his best to pull out the Yanlin sword, but the sword did not move at all, and suddenly, the sword suddenly flashed a faint white light, the light was in the form of a beast, roaring at Luoma, Luomo was so frightened that he wanted to throw away the sword, but suddenly the light turned into countless light touches, like vines winding towards Luoma, the place where the light touch touched, like a sucker sucking his blood, Luomo screamed loudly in pain, trying to get rid of it but couldn't get rid of it anyway.

Seeing this situation, Jielan hurriedly ran to his side and grabbed the hilt of Yanlin's sword, and the black pig Qixue was afraid that Jielan would also be attacked by Yanlin's sword, so they all shouted nervously.

When she held the hilt of the sword in her hand, Jielan struggled to snatch it out, and suddenly the sword slowly pulled out of the scabbard, and a burst of red light wrapped Jielan, and finally seemed to be swallowed into the red flames.

"Blue!" The black pig and Qi Xue both cried out in unison, and their sadness was overflowing.

When the light of the red flame gradually dissipated, what appeared was Jielan, who was holding the Yanlin sword tightly, and she looked at the red Lin sword in her hand, which was surrounded by flames, and even she couldn't believe that she could pull it out.

"Blue!" The black pig's low call was incredulous.

Jielan was also a little at a loss at this time, and when the Yanlin Sword came out, the iron pillar of the iron prison couldn't help but tremble, as if something was about to escape from the iron weapon.

"Quick, break open this door." Ignoring his injuries, Ruma pleaded urgently.

Holding the Yanlin Sword for the first time, although Jielan was a little unfamiliar and suspicious of it, but now was not the time to worry about this, she took a deep breath and swung it towards the iron gate.

Like the fire of a sage burning out the evil of the world, the demon soul attached to the iron weapon dissipated under the red flame of the Chilin Sword, and the iron door that lost its soul power was easily split like a mustard.

Rama rushed into the prison and stepped on the bloody bones, but hordes of demons from the roof of the cave swarmed at him, vying for the delicious prey.

"Blue, quick, use the Yanlin Sword to deal with them." The black pig shouted at Jielan, who was a little stunned.

Huh? Solve them? These hundreds of demons, no matter how much I do, I can't get rid of them. But Long Yi believed in me so much, no, he believed in this sword.

The demon had approached Roma and he wielded the dagger in a useless defense.

There's no time to think about that! Jielan ran forward and shouted at Luomo, "Get down!" Luomo looked at Jielan running at the waves, and though he was disgusted by the orders of others, he still bowed down, and the sword slashed across his back, swinging towards the hordes of demons.

Everything disappeared into the bloody sky like ashes, just this moment, hundreds of demons were wiped out by the Yanlin sword, Jielan looked at the clear sky again, a little incredulous, she was sure of the sword in her hand, the real touch made her no longer suspect that this was a false dream.

It's incredible, is this the Yanlin Sword? But why, why can I use the Yanlin Sword, obviously, obviously only the white devil of the blood of the saint can use it.

Qi Xue looked at Jielan who was holding the Yanlin Sword, the wind whistling down from the top of the cave lifted her long royal blue hair like the blue sky, reflecting on the red flames, like a dream that finally dawned, Qi Xue covered her mouth, but couldn't hide her trembling pupils, "Blue, is it, are you..."

Containing awe, horror and helplessness, Qi Xue's face changed color, she stood in the distance, looking at her like this, as if looking up at the sage standing on the top of the peak from a low place, her humility and smallness were so distinct, but herself, but she still had such bad thoughts about her, did she give up? But what are these days' efforts? But she is... She was...