Seeing the blood-red dragon's actions, Yan Wubian and Yan Minglang's minds turned slightly, and they guessed the purpose of the dragon's move, which was obviously to devour the trapped soul of Ai Yiyue.

Under this situation, it is naturally impossible for Yan Wubian and the two of them to satisfy the dragon. Before it has swallowed the Red Flame Yuanshen, the dragon's strength is already terrifying enough. If after swallowing the Red Flame Yuanshen, they continue to devour

Ai Yiyue, wouldn't the hope of those two people leaving become even slimmer?

Moreover, rescuing the trapped Ai Yiyue can at least increase their combat power. Even if Ai Yiyue is injured, he will not completely lose his combat power and can more or less contain the dragon.

It was precisely because of understanding this that when they saw Ai Yiyue's trapped red ball shooting towards the dragon, Yan Wubian and Yan Minglang took action at the same time with a tacit understanding.

At the same time as the body rushed out, the spiritual power in Yan Wubian's body was continuously injected into the heavenly sword in his hand, and then he slashed out with one sword.

A sword beam exuding a fierce aura instantly shot out from the tip of the sword, slashing hard into the void between the red ball of light and the dragon.

There was a "bang" sound, as if something had been struck, the sword gang exploded, and a messy strong wind spread out from the center of the explosion.

At the same time, the red ball of light suddenly stopped, and a blurry figure instantly appeared next to it, and it turned out to be Yan Minglang.

At this moment, Yan Minglang had a solemn look on his face, holding a pitch-black scimitar. The scimitar was exuding bursts of cold evil energy. He swung out the sword, and a black light flashed across the surface of the red light ball from top to bottom like lightning.

.

A dazzling red light bloomed from the light ball in an instant, and then exploded with a bang, turning into countless light spots and disappearing into the air, and Ai Yiyue's figure was revealed in front of everyone.

At this time, Yan Wubian's figure also came to the other side of Ai Yiyue.

Ai Yiyue, whose face was a little pale, glanced slightly at Yan Wubian and Yan Minglang beside him, and couldn't help but show a hint of gratitude. Although he was trapped in the ball of light, everything that happened outside was controlled by his spiritual consciousness.

, but it seems to be vividly visible.

The blood-red dragon didn't react much to the attempts of Yan Wubian and the others to stop him. His eyes swept over the heavenly sword in Yan Wubian's hand, and finally landed on Yan Minglang's scimitar. An unexpected flash flashed in his eyes.

Color, and then suddenly said to Yan Minglang:

"Cold Soul Blade, no wonder it can break through my bloody web. What is your relationship with that old ghost in the sunset?"

The words of the blood-red dragon made Yan Wubian and Ai Yiyue look at the black scimitar. Yan Minglang, the owner of the scimitar, was even more stunned. Then he came back to his senses and said immediately

:

"Saint Ancestor Sunset is the founding ancestor of our Yinhua Sect. This cold soul blade was left behind by Sacred Ancestor Sunset. It is the treasure of our Yinhua Sect's sect."

When the Sunset Saint Ancestor was mentioned in his words, Yan Minglang's tone revealed a sense of respect. It was obvious that he had great respect for the founder of their Yinhua Sect.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that guy Sunset to still have a legacy left in the Demon Realm. This is really beyond my expectation."

As if recalling something, Jiaolong muttered to himself and suddenly fell into deep thought.

"Senior, do you know my Saint Ancestor?"

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Minglang asked cautiously.

"Of course I know him. I don't know if that guy is still alive now. Seeing that guy in the sunset was kind to me in the past, I will spare your life today. However, this Soul-Cold Blade must be kept by me.

, it just so happened that all my magic treasures were destroyed in the battle that year, so I will use it for a while for the time being."

Jiaolong sighed melancholy, and then his tone changed, and he asked for the Cold Soul Blade nakedly, as if he was not worried at all that Yan Minglang would not give it to him.

"this……!"

When he heard Jiaolong say that he wanted to let him go, Yan Minglang's face was filled with joy. However, the second half of the sentence made his heart sink and he hesitated for a while.

"Humph, don't be ungrateful. If you let me get it myself, then don't leave."

Looking at Yan Minglang with cold eyes, Jiaolong seemed a little impatient and had the intention of taking action immediately if he didn't give it.

His eyes swept over Ai Yiyue, who was seriously injured, and rested on Yan Wubian. Yan Minglang couldn't help but secretly smiled bitterly, thinking of the terrifying power of Jiaolong's attack just now. With the injuries of the three of them, they were so weak that even if they joined forces,

, I’m afraid there’s not even a chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Yan Minglang's inner defense instantly collapsed. Even if he was reluctant to part with the Soul-Cold Blade in his hand, under the current situation, he had to bear to give up his love in exchange for his own life.

"I can stay with the Cold Soul Blade, but I would like to ask the senior to point out a way out of this place for the junior."

Yan Minglang, who had a serious look on his face and had made up his mind, then asked. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes couldn't help but look towards the light curtain on the top of the hall that exuded the power of space.

"You don't need to look, the light curtain above is not the door to leave this place. I also didn't expect that during the tens of thousands of years I was sleeping and recovering my soul power, a space passage would quietly appear in this place for no reason.

It’s really a bit beyond my expectation.”

Looking at the light curtain above, there was also a trace of curiosity in the eyes of the dragon who spoke.

"What!"

Jiaolong's words caused a look of astonishment to appear on Yan Wubian's face. From the other party's words, it could be heard that Jiaolong knew nothing about the light curtain and only recognized that it was a space channel.

, as for where it leads, I’m afraid it doesn’t know anything.

"Senior, since that light curtain is not the exit from here, then where exactly is the exit from here?"

Although it was strange that Jiaolong didn't understand this light curtain, for Yan Minglang, who was already preparing to leave, the most important thing was to first figure out the exit of this place.

"Hmph, don't worry. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it directly. Why bother with you here?"

Glancing at Yan Minglang, who was a little nervous, Jiaolong couldn't help but snorted coldly. As he finished speaking, his mouth opened slightly, and a red light shot out, and it fell to a stone pillar on the edge of the formation in a flash.

superior.

Suddenly, the formation runes on the stone pillar seemed to come alive, blooming with dazzling light, floating out from the stone pillar, and suddenly gathering in the middle.

In an instant, a formation about ten feet in size emerged out of thin air, bursting with dazzling light, and then disappeared into the open space on the other side of the stone pillar in a flash.

"This is a teleportation array that leaves this place. It can directly teleport people to the outskirts of this land of flames."
Chapter completed!