Chapter 395 The Butchered Iron Island

Xiaoyue fell into a coma, and in her sleep, she still frowned from time to time. The two small hands clenched into fists, as if they wanted to grab something. Nearly 20 people died in front of him, many of whom were her friends and her father.

Those memories kept tormenting her when she was awake. Even in her sleep, she still lingered in her mind, constantly circulating, and cruel and bloodthirsty pictures appeared in front of her.

"Vorable!" Xiao Fei frowned slightly. Xiaoyue reminded him of the past. At that time, he played with a group of children all day. Are they okay now?

"This is an apseutherap!" Huoyun was a little worried. He took out a glazed bottle from his arms, poured out a gray-white pill from the bottle, and gently put it into Xiaoyue's mouth. Little girl, if you can survive, you are really lucky. The catastrophe is coming. Maybe you also need to wake up, the guardians of the iron island.

Xiao Yue swallowed the pill and calmed down. The little fist slowly unfolded, and the locked eyebrows slowly opened, with a faint smile on her beautiful face.

"What a beautiful little girl." Luo Tianba sighed, and then he asked the Venerable Huoyun, "Your Honorable, do you think the people here are guardians?"

Xiao Fei stretched out his hand, and Xiaoyue disappeared and entered the tower of the wilderness. The three walked together to the village on the other side of the woods. The further they walked, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became.

"In those years, the White Emperor made seven obsidian soul stones. It is said that these seven obsidian soul stones not only record the map of the forbidden place of immortals, but also have huge energy." Huoyun Venerable can't speak clearly about these things. The only thing that is certain is that he is absolutely clear about the Iron Island. Seven obsidian stones are kept by the seven clans separately. As for those clans, I don't know. The Quan clan of Iron Wire Island keeps one of them, and Tianji Pavilion is responsible for guarding the Quan clan of Iron Wire Island. Speaking of this, his face was even more ugly, guarding the Iron Island, but now the Iron Island has been invaded by the destroyer.

"I hope the obsidian soul stone has not been plundered." Xiao Fei's voice was calm, but it was still difficult to hide his murderous spirit.

"The obsidian stone is not so easy to find." The Fire Cloud Venerable is very sure that he seems to be very clear about the obsidian soul stone, "unless they can find the bloodline that awakens the obsidian soul stone."

"Blood, what does that mean?" Luo Tianba asked doubtfully.

The speed of the three was very fast, and they reached the edge of the village in a moment.

This is a very beautiful small village, with all kinds of buildings and very clean. The surroundings are all covered by dense trees. When flying through the air, it will only be mistaken for a part of the forest. In the village, there are thousands of purple and red flowers, and a faint fragrance is emanating.

However, at this moment, no matter how strong the fragrance is, it can't hide the smell of blood rushing to the sky. The pungent smell of blood wrapped the whole iron island. Around the clean village, there was a corpse lying scatteredly. The death of these corpses was different, but it was also miserable.

The three people looked very bad. They didn't expect that the so-called destroyer would be so murderous and cruel. This is not killing at all, but slaughter and slaughter. They continued to walk to the village, and what they saw in their eyes made it difficult for them to contain the murderous spirit in their chests.

The elderly woman curled up, with her head on her back, and her dim old eyes were full of horror. The young woman holds a young baby in her arms. Her head lies at her feet, while the baby in her arms has an innocent face, but has a fist-sized wound on her stomach. The young people who rose up to resist were nailed to the tree trunk, and the weapons nailed to them were the weapons of their resistance. Similarly, their heads fell to the ground or hung crookedly on their chests.

The miserable scene constantly shocked the hearts of the three people. These destroyers seem to like to cut people's heads and prefer that kind of inhumane slaughter.

The surroundings are full of dead air and the smell of blood. Outside, it is the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. The breeze blew, but it couldn't blow the dead air at all, let alone blow away the smell of blood. It seems that the souls of these tragically dead are still gathered here, still guarding what they guarded before their lives - the Obsidian Soul Stone.

The three of them were not interested in talking. Their mouths were already dry, and their fists clenched with anger and blue veins burst out.

"Where are they!" Xiao Fei looked forward, and the front was an old house with moss on the roof tiles. Where the smell of blood is stronger, and some shouts of fear can be heard faintly.

The Fire Cloud and Luo Tianba nodded slightly, and the three of them stepped forward quickly towards the old house.

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Iron Island, ancestral hall.

In the old house, a few soybean-sized candlelight flashed, and the room changed from darkness to gray. At the top of the room, there are thousands of cards, all of which were set up after the death of each patriarch. And the rest of the people are not qualified to display the cards here. This is a clan that has been passed down for thousands of years. From beginning to end, they have fulfilled the vows of their ancestors and guarded the treasure passed down from generation to generation.

In the hall of the room, all the previously displayed futons were disappeared, replaced by a mysterious pattern. The strong smell of blood overflowed from the pattern, and the bloody pattern shines with strange light, as if connecting another different time and space.

"Your Excellency, there seems to be something missing!" A man in a black robe with dark eyes and bowed his waist to another white-haired man sitting in a chair.

"How many people are there on the whole iron island?" The white-haired man looked directly at the pattern in front of him, with ripples in his blue eyes.

"1,321 people." The ink-eyed man replied respectfully.

"Have you killed all of them?" The white-haired man asked faintly.

"A total of 36 destroyers were sent, and 36 flying swords were all here!" The ink-eyed man pointed to the strange patterns in front of him and could faintly see a flying sword in these patterns, but now these flying swords are full of blood. Thirty-seven of them were killed by 25 flying swords, and 36 of them were killed by 11 flying swords.

The white-haired man frowned and said half a day before saying, "Can you determine the number of people is 1,321?"

"Yes." The ink-eyed man replied with determination.

The white-haired man, with strange colors in his eyes, seemed to be thinking about why this bloody array could not open the channel and the seal of the obsidian soul stone could not be opened.

"Your Excellency, is it related to these small holes?" The ink-eyed man didn't say anything, but just stared at the map in front of him. Suddenly, he found that there was a very strange pattern on these arrays, which was composed of nine small holes. Usually, these small holes are not prominent, but now these small holes are poured into blood and become abrupt.

"Small hole," the white-haired man's locked eyebrows tightened, and there was a strange light in his eyes. "Nine holes, each of which is different," he muttered in a low voice, and then he slowly raised his head and asked, "Have you ever seen anything similar in the shape of these small holes?"

"It seems that some children in the village have seen it." The ink-eyed man is not sure. After all, these patterns are too strange, and each of them is so unique that you can see that these patterns are angular but irregular.

"Go and find it!" In the low voice of the white-haired man, there was a faint anger.

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After half a sound, the ink-eyed man walked into the old house breathlessly, "My lord, I found it." He was so happy that his 36 destroyers found what he needed in just a moment. There are a lot of necklaces in his hand, but everything with irregular edges and corners is found by him.

"Put it in." The white-haired man seemed to have lost his patience and ordered anxiously.

"Yes, my lord." The ink-eyed man gave a promise, and then quickly looked for it and put them into the bloody holes one by one.

"Isn't it ready yet?" In the anxious tone of the white-haired man, there was a faint dissatisfaction.

"Your excellency, there seems to be a lack of one piece." The sweat on the man's forehead dripped, and fear spread in his heart. Suddenly, a poisonous snake was swallowing the snake letter.

"I'm not looking for it yet!" The sharp and domineering voice made the ink-eyed man have no resistance at all.

"There's no need to look for it. I'm here." Suddenly, a strange voice came. Then, the door of the ancestral hall was slowly pushed open, revealing a young figure.

"Who are you!" The white-haired man frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly, "Amo, what are you going to do? Let strangers come in casually."

The ink-eyed man hurriedly summoned his destroyer, but did not respond.

At this moment, Luo Tianba and Huoyun appeared behind Xiao Fei.

"Don't look for it. They have all been caught by us." Luo Tianba seemed to want to show off. He gently looked at his left hand and held a destroyer in a black robe.

"Leave the key, and I can give you a way to live." The man in white gently signaled, and the ink-eyed man said fiercely. He knew that if these people could not deal with it, he would definitely die.

"You have slaughtered so many civilians, and your sins are unpardonable!" Xiao Fei's cold language is like a sword spirit, and the sword spirit is like a light, straight to the ink-eyed man.

"The star is trackless!" The ink-eyed man suddenly muttered in his mouth. At the same time, a sword pill came out of his hand. The sword pill drew an arc and wrapped him up. Then, Jianwan suddenly jumped and disappeared without a trace, with no trace to follow.

A sense of danger enveloped the three people present.