But some of them were still wearing Nanhuang clothes, which should be the souls captured by the Yinhun Sect in the Great Mang forest.

These illusory souls are full of scars left after being tortured, and these soul-level injuries are incurable.

They were screaming and wailing weakly.

They are begging.

Countless voices gathered together, begging these people in front of them to give them a relief.

But this is not the point.

The point is that at the end of the crypt, there is a magic weapon that looks like an alchemy furnace, blood-red, with strange white bone fire burning in it.

Souls were constantly summoned by the blood patterns of magic instruments and poured into the furnace. In the round hole above the alchemy furnace, black gas was scattered, much like the black mist spirit I saw underground on the other side.

There are also dark red light spots in the black gas.

The soul was thrown into this forging furnace, like quenching, screaming in the burning of white bone fire, and being contaminated by the stinky black gas flowing above.

Every few seconds, a soul is thrown out.

They still maintain the illusion of their souls, but they are covered with a layer of "black clothes", chaotic and wailing endlessly. The moment they leave the forge, they will instinctively launch an attack on the nearest creature.

He was killed by Heerya, who was guarding there, with a cross sword.

The baroness has no expression on her face.

She stood straight at this moment, and her sword swinging was full of ritual.

Not executing.

She is freeing these poor souls.

The black gas in the forge and the black smoke from the polluted fog spirits obviously came from the same source. Lao Jiang didn't know what that thing was, but this scene in front of him.

Nearly thousands of souls gathered together to form a cold and cold wind that was subjected to the inhuman torture and the miserable, and the miserable, wailing and begging.

It has disturbed this place like the real Hell of the Forest.

Jiang Xia found the answer to the evil cultivators hiding their heads and showing their tails.

But seeing the encounter between monsters and souls, he...

I would rather not find it myself.

"Stop crying."

Anger rose in Lao Jiang's heart.

He stepped forward and said to the Huai'an Gong who was crying at his feet:

"I told you to stop crying! Is it time to cry? Go! Remove them!"

The Land Lord raised his head, looked at Jiang Xia, and said:

"It's useless. The dead souls are contaminated with evil power. Even if they are saved, it's useless. They can no longer enter the samsara and reincarnate, but can only dissipate from heaven and earth. Those evil people... destroy them all."

"At least you can give them decent."

Lao Jiang strode forward without looking back.

Holding the constant shocking war-weariness in his hand, this cold weapon seemed to feel extreme anger at the scene in front of him.

Lao Jiang pushed Heerya away with one hand.

He raised his hand and pointed the faint barrel at the evil qi elixir furnace in front of him.

At this moment, the wailing and crying in the entire crypt stopped.

In the dead silence, Lao Jiang turned around and looked at the dead souls behind him. Nearly a thousand pairs of eyes were staring at him, desperate, with a hint of painful expectation.

"I practice humbleness and cannot save you."

Jiang Xia said in a hoarse voice:

"But I can give you a decent... I thought to find someone else to help kill these evil cultivators, but maybe, before you die, will you be willing to take revenge with yourself?"

No one answered him.

But Lao Jiang didn't need an answer either. He put his finger on the trigger and said:

"If you don't answer, I will just assume that you have made accusations. So much pain and so many injustice are probably enough for you to become evil spirits on the spot. Besides, the matter has come to this point.

What else do you have to be afraid of?

What else can be lost?”

"Bang"

The trigger was pulled, and the extremely violent shot of War was blown away. The moment the bullet was out of the cavity, the blood-colored pill furnace in front of him, which was of unknown level, exploded.

The next moment, countless crying surged behind Lao Jiang like a melody.

Crying does not necessarily mean pain.

For example now.
Chapter completed!