Molan turned around and looked at the group of untidy women. He walked over and brought the thorns beside him, covering their upper bodies, "It's okay."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The group of women shouted wildly and retreated frantically. They hugged their upper bodies and endured the pain. Their faces were covered with blood and dust. Some of them were unconscious, some were stunned, and some were still awake. But after witnessing the scene just now, after suffering such a great inhuman torture, they had become human and ghosts.

A woman knocked towards the wall like crazy.

Molan was shocked, "No!"

He leaned over and fell into the wall, and the woman hit his stomach, Molan groaned.

The woman collapsed on the ground, "This is hell, this is hell, why don't I die?"

‘Bang!’ As the woman said before she finished her words, Molan stared at the source of the sound, and a woman actually committed suicide by hitting the wall opposite him.

Blood splattered all over the floor, Molan shook her body and her face turned pale.

Immediately afterwards, two or three women all knocked hard on the wall with their heads, and some even threw themselves into the sea of ​​fire. The woman who was blocked by Molan before and hit the wall also bit her tongue and committed suicide.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and it was hard to tell whether it was the women's or Molan's.

When Shangguan Lintian set off the fire, he saw such a cruel scene. The women who were rescued by them committed suicide.

Shangguan Lintian shook his body and stayed there. Suddenly, he felt that his legs and feet were out of control and could not move a step.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his lips opened, and he wanted to say nothing but said nothing in the end.

Only his clenched fists showed his anger at this moment.

Behind him was a huge fire, enchanting, beautiful and dazzling, like a sea of ​​blood, the interweaving of blood and fire, reflecting the appearance of a purgatory on earth.

Molan almost felt that he could not breathe anymore. He slowly slid down against the wall. In the end, he knelt on one knee on the ground, staring at the scene in front of him weakly...

"Die, all dead..."

In the quiet air, only this sentence echoed in the breeze and never dissipated for a long time...

That night, the capital of Jinyang Kingdom was slaughtered by ghost soldiers and killed. Except for members of the royal family who were still alive, the people who still survived in the capital almost never left their homes at night, blocking their doors and windows tightly.

And the Ye family, only the dying Ye Han and Mo Lan survived...

Suddenly, Mo Lan didn't want to let the dawn. Before, the troops of Jinyang Kingdom could only last for a day and a night. Now, one night passed. If the rescue of the other three kingdoms was not enough before tomorrow evening, then the Jinyang Kingdom would definitely be destroyed. I hope that time would stop at this moment and never dawn again...

On the street, the ghost man grabbed a little girl, opened her bloody mouth, and ate it bite by bit. The more tragic the little girl screamed, the more they ate.

This time, the commander sent by Feng Wu was named Kong Xinrui, and he was one of the generals who was best at leading troops in the Central Realm, and this man had cruel methods, raped, killed, raped, raped, raped, and committed all kinds of evil.

When he first came to the low world, he raped eight girls, some of which were only eleven or twelve years old, which caused the other party to faint.

He even let some young women go.
Chapter completed!