Her face was ugly for a while, and finally she bowed her head and saluted: "I've seen the Snow Fan Zhenjun, and I hope that the seniors won't be surprised!" Just now, the Heart Eater Demon that my Jiuhua Sect tried so hard to capture was robbed, and the younger generation heard that the senior had taken the disciples of the Northern Xuanzong to the back mountain before, so I wanted to ask, but anyone has seen the traces of the Heart Eater Demon? ”

"What? The Mind Eater ran away! How good is that? As soon as Yang Jiumei's words came out, there was a lot of discussion in the inn.

"Oh, so you mean, I robbed the Mind Eater?" The corners of Song Qingli's mouth were slightly raised, his amorous peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"The juniors don't mean that, I hope the seniors don't misunderstand!" Yang Jiumei immediately lowered her posture and denied it, hating it in her heart, but she didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Song Qingli's cultivation is profound, and he is one of the famous masters in the cultivation world, and he is extremely difficult. Although he always looks gentle and elegant, he has a graceful appearance, but his name as a snow fan boy is not earned for nothing.

The so-called Snow Fan Boy actually has nothing to do with Fenghua Xueyue, but bloodthirsty blood. The white jade folding fan in his hand seems to be ordinary, but it is actually very weird, as long as he makes a move, he will take his life, and the person who dies will be sucked alive by this fan to suck the blood of his whole body alive before he can swallow his last breath, and the death is terrifying.

It is rumored that when Song Qingli first came out of the mountain in his early years, he fell in love with a female cultivator, but unexpectedly, this female cultivator was finally brutalized by his enemy, and the fragrance disappeared, and her soul was scattered. Song Qingli was extremely angry, slaughtered the murderer overnight, saw the god kill the god, saw the Buddha kill the Buddha, the name of the murderer has spread since then, because of its handsome appearance, elegant temperament, so called the blood fan son. It's just that later he disliked the blood fan boy being too bloody, so he changed it to the snow fan boy.

And Song Qingli has always acted in an eclectic manner, if he really angers him, even if she is the daughter of the head of Jiuhua Sect, she will definitely not be good. Although Yang Jiumei is used to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays, she is not really stupid, she can mix in the cultivation realm, there are no real fools, and her brain is not enough, so she was murdered and killed early.

"And what do you mean?" Song Qingli said condescendingly.

"The juniors just suspect that someone is doing unrighteous things behind the backs of their predecessors, colluding with demons, colluding with the seniors to deceive the seniors, and ruining the reputation of Northern Xuanzong!"

"Oh, is it? Tell me, who is that person? Song Qingli was noncommittal.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Jiumei's mouth, and she pointed at Lin Yu, "It's her!" ”

This is a mysterious world, where everything is white, as if in a sea of fog, with no sky, no earth, no end, and no boundary...... Lin Yu once flew here for a day and a night with a flying magic weapon, but he couldn't find the end.

And wherever you go, you can see a mountain that stands quietly in the mist.

The mountains are rocky and dangerous, and the cracks in the rocks are filled with the remains of weapons, rusty, mutilated, and devastated.

Lin Yu walked all over the mountain and found that these weapons were all swords, long, short, large, small, all kinds of swords. It's just that now they have all lost their sword souls, and they are left here beyond recognition.

This mountain, like a huge sword mound, is buried with thousands of sword souls, standing here silently, telling a long and desolate story, thousands of years, unknown.

Lin Yu was in the middle of it, and his heart was unreasonably sad.

She had wandered here alone for countless nights, after practicing, as if a voice was urging her to find something, to distinguish carefully, but she was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "Poison Doctor Mad Concubine: Emperor, Taibelly Black Claw Book House" for free for the first time.