Regarding Feng Yin's emotions, Feng Qingyi still understands something. After all, when he first picked him up, he was only a child about ten years old, and that kind of scene would eventually leave a psychological shadow.

Although ten years have passed now, and he has reached the age of weak crown, he has matured physically and mentally, but the wounds in his heart have been piling up for a long time.

Calming down his emotions, Feng Yin felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, Brother Qingyi! It's not that I don't want to think of those past events, I'm just too scared!"

Feng Qingyi helped him to sit down at the table and patted him on the shoulder to show comfort.

"It's okay! I hope you remember it, but also to understand some of the specific circumstances of the year. If you really can't think of it, you don't have to think about it, we have other clues in our hands!"

Hearing this, Feng Yin's eyes were dyed with a hint of surprise.

"What are we? What are the other clues?"

Feng Qingyi stretched out his slender index finger and tapped the book in his hand.

"When I went to the Lingtai, I met several sons of the family. The sword marks we found in the abandoned mansion of the Shangguan family have never been seen in the Immortal Gate!

Before you returned, I flipped through the sword books that I had left behind. One of the swords was found to be in harmony with the scars we found. ”

Feng Qingyi stretched out his slender arm, crossed Feng Yin's arm resting on the table, and opened one of the pages of the sword book.

I saw a long sword painted on the page of the sword book, which was pitch black. The reason why he is called a long sword is because this sword is much longer than a normal saber.

The entire sword body is as thin as a willow leaf, and there is no most basic ridge and slave on the sword. The spine of the sword, which was supposed to be raised, was piercing.

The lattice of the sword is in the shape of hollow wings, the hilt is also slender and smooth, and the sword is in the shape of a half-open lotus. The whole sword looks delicate and small, except that it is longer, and it is also much narrower than the average sword.

Feng Yin stared at the sword for a long time, but he couldn't see any reason. He was not a member of the Xiuzhen family, and it was only later that he met Feng Qingyi by chance and began to contact the Xiuzhen realm.

He wasn't really clear about the information about the ancient sword that was left behind, but he vaguely felt that this sword made him look a little depressed.

"Although this sword looks delicate, it has a very dark feeling. ”

Feng Yin flipped the page over, and there was some information about it.

"Soul Leaver?"

"That's right, the soul is gone! Thin as a leaf, the sword is as light as a feather, embedded in the 'Drinking Spirit', the two become one, and its power can shake the entire Demon Realm!"

Feng Qingyi briefly introduced its information, but her seemingly calm tone was mixed with a little worry.

If the 'Soul Departure' appears, does it indicate that there will be a catastrophe between heaven and earth?

Feng Yin hadn't been in contact with the cultivation realm for a few years, and he still didn't know many things, so he asked suspiciously: "Brother Qingyi, does this mean that this sword is not this one?"

"That's right, 'Soul Separation' and 'Soul Drinking' are the same sword, once they are combined, the demonic energy is extremely heavy.

The most important thing is that these two swords can be used even if there are no cultivators. Because what it needs is not the control of aura and aura, but the consciousness of people. ”

"Human consciousness, since it is a magic sword, why is it so easy to manipulate?"

Feng Qingyi was amused by his innocence, and didn't know whether to say that he was innocent or ignorant.

"Since it is a magic sword, it naturally cannot be so simple. When the sword-wielder uses it, it will devour the sword-wielder's consciousness little by little, until the soul of the sword-wielder is devoured and integrated into the sword, making it more powerful, and it will be 'soul drink'!"

That's all he knows, and he only learned it after going through the "Immortal Demon Record". Whether this is the case remains to be seen.

However, since someone has recorded it, it means that someone has used it. However, he searched through all the books and couldn't find a record of its use!

Feng Yin closed the sword book in his hand, rubbed his somewhat sore forehead, and asked, "Is there any trace of this sword?"

Feng Qingyi shook her head, and was also very distressed about this matter. 'Soul Drinker' is recorded, but there is no trace of it, as if the sword was just an empty name.

"I've searched through the secret records of the Immortal Gate, and there is nothing else except that I know that this sword is a remnant of the demons in ancient times!

I once asked my father if he had heard anything about the demons. However, he told me that the demons had been imprisoned in the realm of Yan Hyun by Youhuaijun more than a thousand years ago. ”

"Could it be that there was a problem with that Youhuaijun's formation, causing someone from the demon clan to escape?"

Feng Qingyi looked at him in great surprise, with a faint smile hidden in his eyes, and then faded.

It was understandable that Feng Yin didn't know that Youhuaijun, after all, he had only stepped into the cultivation realm for ten years.

What's more, Youhuaijun has been dead for twenty-one years, and the hundred schools of Xianmen have long been unheard of by his name.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyi felt a little distressed about Youhuaijun. These immortal families have long been on the rise, but the years have been dusty, and he has been gradually forgotten in the changes of time.

He thought that the only person who hadn't forgotten him was probably his stubborn sister!

Feng Yin saw him standing there silent for a long time, so he raised his hand and pulled the sleeve of his turquoise shirt.

"Brother Qingyi!"

Feng Qingyi came back to his senses during his call, his face was slightly red, and he said with some embarrassment: "Feng Yin, forgive me, I just accidentally went out of my mind!"

Feng Yin seemed to have discovered some secret, and sat there and turned his head to prostrate himself under his hanging head.

"Brother Qingyi has always been quiet when encountering things, and there is a tendency of landslides in front of him without changing his face. Is this shyness now?"

Before Feng Qingyi could make a move, Feng Yin quickly broke away from the range of his fist attack.

"Haha, isn't that annoyed?"

Feng Qingyi didn't intend to be like him, he slapped the fist he had just hammered on the table, and pulled the corners of his mouth with a wicked smile, with a strong sense of threat between the lines.

"Uh-huh, I don't think you want to know anything about 'Soul Departure'!"

Feng Qingyi walked towards him around the table, as if he had the posture of beating him hard.

Feng Yin leaned on the edge of the table, and his footsteps kept moving in the direction of the door. Eyes glued to him, watching his every move.

"Hey, you've already said that. As for that Youhuaijun, it is also extraordinary to want to cultivate, otherwise how can you imprison the demon clan for a thousand years? Therefore, it must not be the possibility of the demon clan!

Although the sword is found, the resemblance is not necessarily the same. This matter can only be put on hold, so Brother Qingyi, don't want to threaten me with this matter and be beaten obediently!"

Feng Qingyi laughed heartily, she didn't expect this kid to have such a bright head. Although he really wanted to let him go, but thinking that he secretly left Dusk Immortal Sky Cloud City without a sound, he especially wanted to repair him.

"It seems that these days have not been in vain, and he has become so eloquent. Command you, come over to me quickly!"

Feng Yin thought that he was annoyed by what he had said, so he let go of one of his hands holding the edge of the table and made an oath.

"I promise not to tell anyone else's secret. If you violate this ......"

He swore seriously, but Feng Qingyi quickly stepped forward and grabbed his sworn wrist. Raised it above his head in a circle, then twisted it behind his waist and pinned him down on the table.