The Fukawa sword filled with spiritual energy flashed through the air with a sharp light, and then suddenly landed on the monster's protruding claws.

The jailer could only see the pitch-black claws that were about to fall on his face. They were immediately cut off to the ground with a popping sound.

Then the monster was kicked away by Sang Ying.

When the jailer's crisis was over, he immediately collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. His hands and feet became numb and weak for a while, and he was unable to move.

The kicked monster quickly got up from the ground. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he waved his incomplete hands and attacked them again.

Sang Ying frowned and said to the jailer: "Find a place to hide first, this monster is not ordinary."

Naturally, the jailer also knew how terrifying this monster was, and his sword was destroyed by this monster. It was just that he, a grown man, ran away when he encountered danger, but left a girl here to face danger. This kind of thing the jailer really couldn't do.

come out.

"No, how can I leave you here alone?!" The jailer immediately refused.

Before the jailer could continue, several figures descended from the sky and kicked the monster away again. Wuming's attack was even more ruthless. After discovering that the sword had no effect on the monster, he directly found the interrogation weapon in the cell.

The chain hooked the monster with a hook and quickly locked it to the thickest pillar in the cell.

"Fellow Daoist Sang is not alone." Duan Hanyi quickly appeared between the two of them, "Look, we and Friend Sang are together!"

These words seemed to be showing off and making a statement. The jailer originally wanted to say something, but after seeing the neat movements of these people, he swallowed all his words.

"What on earth is this monster, and how did it break into the cell?" Duan Hanyi saw that the jailer didn't speak any more, so he looked away boredly and turned to look at the tightly tied monster.

The jailer saw this and looked over, only to see that the trapped thing was covered in red streaks, as if it was cursed.

He took a breath of cold air and was very puzzled: "It stands to reason that the cell is built in the city lord's palace, and the city lord's palace is guarded by city guards. How could this monster break in so smoothly?"

Sang Ying felt something was wrong when she heard this: "Why don't you go out and see if your city guards are still there. What if the city guards just went out to save other people?"

"This is impossible!" The jailer hurriedly shook his head, "There are several teams of city guards. Even if they go to rescue other people, at least one team will be left to protect the city lord's palace. This monster came in so smoothly, and he didn't hear anything in the middle.

Any other movement, something must have happened to the city guards!"

The more the jailer talked, the more worried he became, so he immediately found another long knife and went out.

The weapons in the Hidden Underworld are no better than those in other small worlds. They are basically ordinary gadgets without aura. They may have some deterrence in front of ordinary people, but they have no effect at all against such monsters.

Sang Ying was worried that the man would be in danger if he went out alone, so she went out with him. However, before leaving, she specifically asked Wuming and Duan Hanyi to stay and guard the monster.

She had a hunch that they should be able to find something useful from this monster.

As soon as the jailer left, Sang Ying followed him out. When he turned around and saw that beautiful face, he was a little nervous for a moment: "What are you doing here? It's not safe outside."

Although the jailer's attitude towards Sang Ying and others was not good before, but today the other party saved his life, the jailer could not help but change his view of them. Thinking of how dangerous it was outside, the jailer couldn't help but give a few reminders.

But Sang Ying drew out her sword with one hand, and the sizzling purple electric snake on it immediately stunned the jailer.

"Don't worry, your sword doesn't seem to be effective against this kind of monster. My sword is more reliable." Sang Ying reassured him.

Of course the jailer knew how powerful this sword was. At that time, he saw this sword with his own eyes and cut off the monster's hand as easily as cutting tofu.

But he was still a little scared in his heart, worried that this was just an accident.

However, Sang Ying didn't give the jailer a chance to persuade her again and rushed out immediately.

There was no one in charge of such a huge city lord's mansion. Even Liu Duanyue went to the city to save people, so naturally many monsters broke in.

As soon as those monsters smelled the breath of living people, they immediately rushed in their direction, showing their sharp teeth.

Sang Ying didn't shy away, she held her sword and faced it. The monster was difficult to deal with, and it was also fast. But no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't be more powerful than Sang Ying, a god-transforming monk. Nowadays, when training resources are exhausted, a god-transforming monk, especially someone like

A monk like Sang Ying who is not even 400 years old is simply rare in the world.

When she no longer deliberately restrained her spiritual power, the monsters in the entire city lord's mansion were no match for her.

As soon as the long sword entangled with thunder fell, those monsters lost their mobility on the spot. Within a moment, the entire city lord's mansion fell silent.

The jailer standing nearby rubbed his eyes hard and looked hard for a while before he could believe that he had seen it right.

"This, this, this..." For a moment, the jailer didn't even know what to say to express his surprise at the moment.

Jiang Zhuoxue raised her hand and flicked her sleeves, her expression extremely calm: "There is no need to be so panicked. As the jailer guarding us, don't you know that the person you are imprisoning is a monk who transforms into gods?"

"Transform, transform, transform into a god?!" At this time, the jailer's eyes widened even more.

After seeing Jiang Zhuoxue's affirmative nod, the jailer's eyes went blank. He finally knew what kind of boss he had offended.

The God-Transformation Monk, that's the God-Transformation Monk! The figure he had only heard about in legends since he was a child, the figure who could become the new city lord as soon as he opened his mouth, actually appeared in front of him!

And he also locked people in a cell and refused to allow them to see the city lord!

The jailer slapped himself so hard that his intestines almost turned green with regret.

Jiang Zhuoxue looked at this scene with a smile, but was not so kind as to offer words of comfort. In his opinion, treating Sang Ying so disrespectfully deserved a small punishment.

Here they are still slapping each other in the face, but over there Sang Ying's battle has ended. These monsters will not feel pain or bleed, and even after cutting off their limbs, they will squirm and continue to attack Sang Ying.

After several attempts, Sang Ying found that only by cutting off their heads could the monsters be completely silenced.

When she put away the Ukikawa sword and came back, what she saw was the swollen jailer who looked like he was in a state of despair.

Sang Ying asked strangely: "What's wrong with him? Wasn't he fine before?"

Jiang Zhuoxue smiled gently at her sweetheart: "I don't know, maybe he recalled the wrong things he did and is repenting."


Chapter completed!