You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

Outside the True Dragon Illusion, after all the monks who were preparing to enter the True Dragon Illusion entered, the entrance seemed quite empty.

The True Dragon Fantasy will be open for ten days.

During this period, the people from Blackwater Palace will send disciples to guard the entrance here.

On the tenth day, the elders came back to pick up their disciples.

Di Yuanchang, the master of Geng Yang of the Holy Fire Sect, winked at the elders from Jinhu Mountain and Panlong Temple beside him, and then looked at Yan Qinghui.

Several people nodded, with vicious smiles on their faces.

Di Yuanchang immediately came to a young elder in Xiaoyao Palace and whispered a few words.

The young elder's eyes lit up, he looked at Yan Qinghui and couldn't help but nod.

Then Di Yuanchang said with a smile: "Brother Ding, this matter must be done by you. We really don't have the courage."

This Elder Ding from Xiaoyao Palace is named Ding Shen. He has amazing qualifications and has reached the fifth level of Nascent Soul at a young age.

He is also a rare rising star in Xiaoyao Palace.

Ding Shen felt extremely proud when he saw an old man like Di Yuanchang asking him for help so politely.

He smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Not only is this matter everyone's wish, I'm also very interested."

Di Yuanchang said with a smile: "Then I'll bother Brother Ding, haha."

Ding Shen smiled slightly and said, "Look at me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Shen walked towards Yan Qinghui.

After Yan Qinghui watched Wen Qing enter the real dragon fantasy world, she was about to leave.

At this moment, a voice called her from behind.

"Is this Fairy Shuiyun in front of me? Fairy, please stay. I'm Ding Shen from Xiaoyao Palace. I have something to ask of you."

Yan Qinghui paused, then slowly turned to look at Ding Shen with some confusion.

She had never interacted with Xiaoyao Palace, and she had never heard of Ding Shen's name.

Yan Qinghui said coldly: "I advise you to keep your mouth shut. No matter what you ask for, I will never agree to it."

After Yan Qinghui finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Ding Shen immediately jumped in front of Yan Qinghui and blocked her way.

Ding Shen looked at Yan Qinghui's veil with a smile on his face and said, "I've heard about Fairy Shuiyun's name a long time ago, but I didn't expect to see her again today."

"It would be a great regret in life if I could not catch a glimpse of the immortal beauty."

"I heard that Fairy Shuiyun is as gentle as water and has peerless elegance. I wonder if you can lift the veil and let me and other descendants have a glimpse of Fairy Shuiyun's peerless elegance?"

Yan Qinghui suddenly fell silent.

Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

It was obvious that she was trying her best to restrain herself.

After a long time, I heard Yan Qinghui spit out one word from between her teeth: "Get out!"

Ding Shen seemed unaware that he had stirred a hornet's nest.

Instead of rolling away, he still stood there and said with a smile: "Fairy Shuiyun's name is well known in Eastern China."

"Now that I'm covering my face with a black gauze, wouldn't it mean that I'm walking around in brocade clothes at night, wasting all the natural resources?"

"All the comrades present here admire the fairy very much. As long as they can see the fairy's face, the fairy can ask for anything."

Yan Qinghui's hands suddenly stopped shaking.

Because her hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

Yan Qinghui suddenly slashed at Ding Shen with his sword.

The time between heaven and earth seems to have stopped at this moment.

Only the aqua blue sword energy was left, stabbing Ding Shen.

Ding Shen came to strike up a conversation and thought he would be taught a lesson by Yan Qinghui, so he was prepared.

The moment Yan Qinghui took action, Ding Shen had already drawn his long sword and prepared to fight.

Di Yuanchang, the elder of the Holy Fire Sect who was watching the show, saw the two people making moves and immediately winked at several elders around him.

Several people had discussed it in advance.

Seeing that the matter was done, they all flew forward to rescue Ding Shen.

Ding Shen's cultivation level is not weak, but compared to anyone else, Ding Shen's cultivation level is simply not enough in front of Yan Qinghui.

As soon as he drew out his long sword, he felt invisible spiritual pressure from all directions suppressing him unable to move.

Just as he was about to use his energy to resist, a light blue cold light had already struck.

Ding Shen didn't make any reaction, and the arm holding the sword flew high.

At this moment, Di Yuanchang and others from the Holy Fire Sect arrived.

Several people worked together to destroy Yan Qinghui's supernatural power. Then Di Yuanchang glared at Yan Qinghui and said, "Why did you hurt someone?"

Yan Qinghui said coldly: "This time I just cut off one of his arms. If there is another time, don't blame me for taking his life!"

After Yan Qinghui finished speaking, she ignored the angry people and turned to leave alone.

After Yan Qinghui left, Di Yuanchang pretended to hug Ding Shen and said, "Brother Ding, are you okay?"

Ding Shen's face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly.

Everyone could see that not only was something wrong with him now, but it was also serious.

Although Yan Qinghui only fired one sword here, there was no reason why everyone present could not sense it.

They all came together to check Ding Shen's injury and asked about the reason.

When they learned that Yan Qinghui had attacked Ding Shen for no reason, the elders all had a look of anger on their faces.

Di Yuanchang laughed secretly in his heart after seeing everyone's reaction.

This is just the first step of their plan, to attract a little hatred to Yan Qinghui.

By the way, Xiaoyao Palace, who had been staying out of the matter, was dragged into the water.

Ten days later, after everyone came out of the real dragon illusion.

Even if Yan Qinghui doesn't want to avenge his dead disciple, they still have ways to anger Yan Qinghui.

When the time comes, everyone can work together to solve this disaster!

Yan Qinghui returned to the inn room and subconsciously glanced at the dressing table next to the bed.

There is a bronze mirror there.

Yan Qinghui slowly came to the dressing table.

She gently lifted the black veil from her face.

The black veil was lifted up, and what was reflected in the bronze mirror was not the face of a fairy.

This face is actually scarier than a ghost.

It's not even a face.

Not an inch of skin on this face is smooth and intact.

It's like melted candle, wet mud after stirring.

There were no facial features on this face, just pits and disgusting pink scars.

The moment she saw this face, Yan Qinghui screamed as if she was crazy, picked up the bronze mirror in front of her and threw it to the ground.

The long sword in his hand kept swinging, instantly cutting the bronze mirror into countless pieces.

But this bronze mirror was cut into more than twenty pieces.

But they are still stubbornly fulfilling their mission as mirrors.

As long as Yan Qinghui looks towards them, they will reflect Yan Qinghui's ugly face.

Yan Qinghui screamed again.

More than twenty lenses on the ground suddenly floated up out of thin air, then shattered into pieces and fell back to the ground into particles of dust.

Yan Qinghui stumbled to the dressing table and gasped for air.

She seemed to be stuck in some painful memories.

Suddenly, the spiritual power in Yan Qinghui's body exploded.

The dressing table in front of me turned into powder in an instant.

Yan Qinghui lay limply on the floor, motionless as if dead.

The black veil now covered her ugly face again.

It's like it's covering up everything in her past...