Have the ancestors of Qinglin Sword Pavilion ever been so wealthy?

The mourning girl raised her right hand and tapped her forehead lightly with her scarlet nails: "Hey, I remembered, Qinglin Sword Pavilion...I have...one, two, three...many sisters died.

Under the Green Scale Sword!"

Qingyou looked at the mournful girl with a sly smile on her face, and said in a deep voice: "That must be the ancestor who conquered demons and defended the right path... You evil devils should all die."

The mourning girl stared at Qingyou with wide eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

"Conquer demons and eliminate demons...hahaha!"

"Defend the right path...hahaha!"

"Tsk, little girl, wait obediently. After I concoct this boy named Lu, I will slowly concoct you. Hee, the sword in your hand is not bad. It looks quite sharp. It can be used to cut your thin skin.

Tender meat, it will definitely not hurt!”

"Well, I remembered an interesting method. Can I turn the three of you into bone beauties?"

"Well, looking at your little appearance, your white bones must also be exquisite and beautiful... I will imprison your souls in your white bones, temper them with yin fire day and night, and make you wail day and night, and you will never be reincarnated!"

When the flower mourning girl said her proud words, her body couldn't help but tremble violently.

At this moment, a ray of golden light roared over and hit her chest hard. She heard the sound of Buddha's trumpet, and the mourning girl was beaten until she vomited blood, and a bloody hole the size of a fist opened in her chest.
Chapter completed!