But this tiger's mouth is the entrance of this soul grave. When Qing Zhan and the crowd came to this entrance, they all stopped, not daring to rush forward. Because he knew that this tiger’s mouth was not an ordinary door leaf, but was forged from the soul bone of a superior fierce tiger. Although the body of the tiger was dead, the soul of the tiger was still attached to the bone by the bone sword using the soul-binding technique. Therefore, if Those who are not in and out of the soul tomb will automatically close the door, and it will not be impossible to be bitten into pieces by this tiger. But the tiger's mouth is about one foot tall, so you can imagine how huge the tiger's original body shape is.
Qingzhan looked at Chengfeng, who was still weak. He stared at the Yanlin Sword in his hand and said: "At this time, I'm afraid you need to use the Yanlin Sword to purify the tiger soul that is still attached to the world, otherwise None of us want to go in."
"How can this be done? He can no longer use the Yanlin Sword at this moment. Are you trying to kill him?" Qi Xue knew that the Yanlin Sword absorbs people's own strength to exert their sword power, but Cheng Feng danced ordinary. The strength of the sword is gone, so how can I take the risk to draw the Yanlin sword again
However, Chengfeng raised those scarlet eyes and looked at Qingzhan coldly, as if with a hint of provocation, "The Yanlin Sword is my sword, how can there be any reason why I can't draw it."
Qixue knew that he was going to be brave again when he heard it, and hurriedly held down his hand that was about to draw the sword, and said angrily: "You don't want your life, and finally rescued you, won't you cherish yourself?"
Chengfeng shook off Qi Xue who was holding his hand, pointed at the tiger's mouth, and wanted to draw a sword to summon the power remaining in his body.
When the sword was about to be unsheathed, she was pushed back by a blood-stained hand. Chengfeng raised her head in astonishment, only to see Jielan standing in front of her blocking her in front of her, and she pushed the sword back. , He used his spiritual power to hold down Chengfeng's wrist and grabbed the Yanlin Sword by himself, "As you said, I can't let you die in a place like this. Let me break this Humen!"
"No, Lan, you use the Yanlin Sword. If you are bitten by the tongue of the Yanlin Sword, you will be unable to save it." The black pig who was worried about Jie Lan shouted.
Jie Lan smiled at the black pig and shook her head, "If you want to use the Yanlin Sword, you don't have to let the sword go out of its sheath."
The Black Pig looked at Jie Lan in doubt, but Qing Zhan and Cheng Feng understood what Jie Lan meant.
Jielan walked to the tiger’s mouth. Just when she walked to the tiger’s mouth, the tiger soul had already smelled an unfamiliar smell, and this smell seemed to be very attractive to it, and it suddenly awoke like a sleeping tiger, ready to fill it. A belly full of hunger and thirst. The tiger soul illusioned between the doors, forming a white light and shadow, and the light and shadow opened a big mouth and pounced on Jie Lan's face.
Jie Lan didn't seem panicked at all. She cut her right finger with her left hand. The blood dripped from the fingers and dripped onto the Yanlin Sword. Soon, the Yanlin Sword began to agitate, as if the Lin Soul attached to the sword was summoned back to the world at this moment. The sword detached automatically from the scabbard, flew into the air, and hung in front of the tiger soul. The spinning sword suddenly stopped. Gradually, the sword ground began to be covered with white light, the light gradually expanded, and finally the light of Lin appeared .