The only way

Clang clang.

The silver-white chains are like slender white snakes, winding and criss-crossing above the cold pool, and there are many chains swimming in the crystal-clear pool.

And at the end of these chains is a figure like a hill.

The whole body is as black as ink, with a single horn on its head, snow-white, slender hooves, and its feet are like walking on white clouds. The long tail hanging behind it is strong and big, like a cattail leaf fan.

The deer has horns and a long tail like a dragon.

This is the appearance of the ancient mythical beast Qilin.

The one who was bound by silver and white chains and lying in the cold pool in front of him was undoubtedly a monster with the blood of Qilin.

Just when Jiang Yanzhi's figure appeared on the cold pool, this monster like a hill slowly opened its eyes, and a ray of divine light suddenly leaked out. Before the overwhelming coercion appeared, the surrounding silver chains Then there was a clattering sound, and blood-red monster runes floated out one after another, suppressing all the coercion of this monster.

At the same time, the silver-white chains suddenly retracted, easily breaking several pieces of the monster's scales, and a lot of dark red blood leaked out, slowly soaking into the cold pool below.

Jiang Yanzhi appeared right in front of this monster and right above the cold pool.

The seemingly crystal-clear pool under the feet is actually a cold pool and ice prison built by special means. The temperature of this pool is enough to freeze people into snow sculptures in an instant.

The monster in front of him is named Xuanshui Mo Qilin, it is a monster left over from the ancient times, and it also has the blood of the beast Qilin in its body, and it is born with the ability to control water.

It is such a descendant of a divine beast, who has been trapped in this cold pool for a long time, and the flesh and bones of his whole body will be eroded by the cold air all the time, like a gangrene attached to the bone, and every time he moves, it is like cutting with a knife and an axe.

It was indeed a form of torture.

According to the information collected by Jiang Yanzhi and others, this black ink unicorn has been imprisoned here for more than six hundred years.

"Are you a human race?"

Xuanshui Mo Qilin spoke slowly, and his voice echoed like thunder in this cold pool prison. Those eyes that were still piercing after being trapped for hundreds of years stared firmly at Jiang Yanzhi.

Jiang Yanzhi was a little surprised, but smiled knowingly, "Senior has good eyes."

Monsters are not judged by eyes and mana like humans or demons, but mostly by smell.

But being able to see through Jiang Yanzhi's disguise at a glance, it is obvious that the black ink unicorn in front of him is indeed quite capable.

However, if he had no ability, he would not have been imprisoned by the demons for many years without beheading him.

"The flower branch in your hand is a good treasure." Xuanshui Mo Qilin was quite satisfied with Jiang Yanzhi's calmness. Even though his body was covered with scars and his body was bound by silver chains, he still raised his head proudly, his eyes fixed on Jiang Yan's hand "Tell me, what do you want, Master?"

Master?

Jiang Yanzhi's brows and eyes moved slightly. This is the second person he met today who claimed to be a master.

Interestingly, one is the Mozu and the other is the Yaozu.

Monster races generally have a long lifespan, especially the Xuanshuimo Qilin with the blood of divine beasts. For human races, 600 years is the lifespan of nearly two golden core monks, but for monster races, it is just a long time.

It seems that when it was arrested, this black ink unicorn was not very old.

"This Fumodu has been peaceful for too long. I don't know if senior wants to see the sun again."

Hearing this, Xuanshui Mo Qilin snorted coldly, looked at Jiang Yanzhi again, and then lowered his head, "Okay, I know, I haven't woken up today."

At that time, the whereabouts of the Xuanshui ink unicorn was discovered by the Yin family, and they wanted to tame this Xuanshui ink unicorn as a mount for the Yin family, but unfortunately this Xuanshui ink unicorn was very arrogant and refused to bow its head.

In the past 600 years, all the talented demon cultivators of the Yin family like to come here to try to tame this black ink unicorn.

In 600 years, not only did it fail to erase the arrogance of this mysterious ink unicorn, but it made his arrogance even harder, and his hatred for the Yin clan grew day by day.

He doesn't care what the human race in front of him wants to use him for, anyway, if he has the opportunity to leave here, and has the opportunity to kill one more demon cultivator of the Yin clan, it is enough for Xuanshui Mo Qilin.

Jiang Yanzhi understood Xuanshui Mo Qilin's reply, saluted slightly, and then waved the flower branch in his hand again.

The moment the petals fell, the figure had disappeared.

Only the Xuanshui Mo Qilin in the cold pool was left behind, and the scars on his body began to heal gradually.

The space vibrated silently.

It was pitch black, and in the dark prison where you couldn't see your fingers, you couldn't see anything clearly, not even the sound of breathing, as if this was an empty prison.

When Jiang Yanzhi appeared in the darkness, a pair of bright red hands with ten fingers grabbed him quietly, without much power, Jiang Yanzhi easily restrained him.

Following the hands with bright red nails, there are slender arms and a red sleeve hidden in the darkness.

The flower branch in his hand swayed slightly, emitting a faint light, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and also illuminating the owner of these hands.

The black hair that reached the ground fell like a waterfall, covering most of his face, only a sharp chin and a scarlet eye were faintly exposed.

A red lip that seemed to be stained with blood kept opening and closing, as if talking about something, but no sound came out. The scarlet eyes, which had no focus at first, turned out the moment the flower branch lit up. Staring blankly at the only light.

Now that they have come to Fumo Tower, Jiang Yanzhi and others must have made all preparations, including who is being imprisoned in this tower.

But when he really saw these so-called criminals who had been imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years, Jiang Yanzhi still wanted to shake his head.

The woman in front of her is a real demon. She was born as a slave girl. Because of her outstanding appearance, she was used as a plaything, and she was abused all the time.

Later, I got some luck, and practiced an extremely evil magic-swallowing technique, which was specially based on the devouring demons, and the few who were diligent in their cultivation were fast.

In just over ten years, all the demons who had bullied her were slaughtered.

There are countless demons who died in his hands.

Because she likes to wear a red dress, she is known as the 'red witch'.

In the end, she was arrested by the Yin family. Because she wanted to learn the magic-swallowing skill and torment the other party, she was thrown into this dark prison, using the inner demon as a lure, so that the red-clothed female devil was tortured all the time.

Hundreds of years later, this red-clothed female devil who killed countless demons in the past is not far from madness.

The flower branch in Jiang Yanzhi's hand, apart from the ability to travel through space, also has some calming effects.

Everyone in Donglu had already speculated about the situation of the red-clothed female devil. Jiang Yanzhi sighed softly when he saw the red-clothed female devil who was no longer inclined to attack, staring blankly at Huazhi.

He took out a biyingying elixir from his bosom, and punched it into the mouth of the red-clothed female devil.

"It's time to wake up."