The trembling soul could not be soothed, and the soft body was torn apart by this bloody and cruel scene.
"Sure... There must be some way to stop it?" The trembling voice couldn't cover up Jie Lan's grief and anger.
The black pig contemplated his eyebrows. He looked at Jie Lan worriedly. When his eyes fell on the Yan Lin sword behind her, he suddenly realized, "Lan, quickly use the Yan Lin sword. If you use it, you will definitely break the iron. Fast."
"Use it?"
"Yes, the reason why this iron prison can't even be broken by you is because it is made of monster beast soul bones, so it melts into their monster energy. As long as you use the Yan Lin sword, these monster beasts will come naturally. Will automatically leave the ironware."
Jie Lan felt very depressed, "What's the use of this? How could this sword really be the Yanlin Sword? Even the old man said that I can't draw this sword."
The black pig also knew that the Yanlin Sword was a holy sword, and no one could not pull it out. He could only watch these creatures being swallowed and destroyed.
Suddenly a person bullied Jie Lan's body, he rudely grabbed the Yan Lin sword, tore open the canvas, holding the rusty sword.
"What are you going to do?" Jie Lan was a little frightened at Luo Mo who was unknown.
"Since this sword can rescue them, let me use him to split this damn cage!" He tried his best to pull out the Yan Lin sword, but the sword did not pull at all, and suddenly, the sword suddenly flashed white. The light, in the form of a beast, roared and roared at Luomo. Luomo was so scared that he wanted to throw away his sword, but suddenly the light turned into countless light touches, entwining around Luomo like vines, and the light touched everything. The place he touched, sucking his blood like a sucker, Luo Mo screamed loudly in pain, trying to get rid of it but couldn't get rid of it anyway.
Seeing this situation, Jielan rushed to him and grabbed the hilt of the Yanlin Sword. Black pig Qixue was afraid that Jielan would also be attacked by the Yanlin Sword, and she shouted and became nervous.
When Jie Lan was struggling to grab the hilt in her hand, suddenly the sword was slowly drawn out of the scabbard, and the accompanying burst of red light enveloped Jie Lan, as if it was swallowed into the red flames. Among.
"Blue!" Black pig and Qi Xue shouted out at the same time, their sadness was beyond words.
When the light of Chi Yan gradually dissipated, what appeared was Jie Lan holding the Yan Lin Sword. Looking at the Chi Lin Sword in her hand surrounded by flame clouds, she couldn't even believe that she could pull it out. .
"Blue!" The black pig called in a low voice with incredible doubts.
Jie Lan was also a little at a loss at this time, and when the Yan Lin Sword came out, the iron pillar of the iron prison kept trembling, as if something was about to escape from the iron weapon.
"Quickly, break through this door." Luo Mo asked urgently regardless of his injury.
For the first time holding the Yanlin Sword, Jie Lan was a little strange and suspicious about it, but now is not the time to worry about it, she took a deep breath and swung it towards the iron gate.
Just like the fire of a saint igniting the evil in the world, the demon soul attached to the iron tool dissipates under the scarlet flame of the Chilin Sword, and the iron gate that loses its soul power is also easily split like a grass mustard.