Chapter 1858

The divine bird and little Jinwu flew over, and animals such as entangled star vine and chaotic little beast stepped on the back of the flame emperor bird and went straight to the opposite.

On the lonely desert island, in the desolate ancient house supreme residence, ye QingHan has been desperate. The beauty comes out every night, occasionally playing the flute and occasionally practicing the sword, but she doesn't see ye QingHan or even say a word.

Ye QingHan watched her walk alone every day, looked at Shijing, and was trapped by the supreme residence for a whole thousand years, but he didn't know that it was only a short half day outside!

Sasha!!

Da Da!!

It seems to rain here all year round. Ye QingHan stands at the window and looks at the light rain outside the window. It keeps raining. He has some inexplicable panic and irritability.

"Am I going to be a living dead man? Like this woman, day after day, year after year?"

Ye QingHan holds an iron fist and silently turns his head to look at the screen. The woman in the screen is so perfect, but once out of the screen, it becomes terrible and unbearable. Even the soul without soul acts like a machine.

The half candle on the candlestick has been burning for countless years, but it has not changed at all. Everything is very strange.

The candle was dim, the evil shadow was reflected, and ye QingHan's pale face was a little tired. His eyes were raised and stared at the wooden sword. He didn't want to use the wooden sword to open the gate of the supreme residence these years, but the wooden sword was extremely heavy, heavier than the iron chain. He could not shake the wooden sword if his flesh was strong.

After a long time, ye QingHan stared at the screen and said secretly, "when she comes out again, I must let her talk! I can't spend so much more."

Tick tock

Time passed like a pale horse. In the middle of the night, the rain finally stopped. A wisp of weak moonlight sprinkled and water mist filled the whole supreme residence.

Buzz!

WOW!!

There was a flash of light in the room. The fairy in white stepped out of the screen and held the flute in her hand. Her beautiful eyes had no emotion, just like a puppet.

Ye QingHan rushed up, stopped the gorgeous beauty and said respectfully, "elder, younger generation wants to go out, please point out a bright way!"

The woman looked at ye QingHan indifferently. That kind of look was like looking at the dead. Ye QingHan couldn't stand this look, but he didn't dare to attack.

"If you die or stay here, will you choose the former or the latter?" the woman asked coldly.

Ye QingHan frowned and whispered, "this..."

Hum

The woman's face, which remained unchanged for thousands of years, showed a sneer and snorted, "The people who entered the supreme residence either couldn't bear loneliness and finally collapsed and died, or walked out of the supreme residence and finally all died miserably. The person you saw was only one of them. The others didn't even leave the body. I left you only because I saw that you were pleasant to my eyes. If you want to go, let's talk about becoming an eternal person."

Ye QingHan's eyes twitched and glanced around. How can such a small supreme residence support him to become an eternal person?

Hey

Ye QingHan retreated somewhat decadent and leaned against the window. He also knew that since it was a place cursed by the eternal, it was impossible to escape from this desert island with his own soul strength.

The woman looked at ye QingHan with cold eyes and said faintly, "you are a smart man. I can't stop you if you want to leave."

After that, the woman sat at the mouth of the well, holding the flute and blowing it gently. The flute sounded melodious and echoed in the open mountains, but she could not get out of the desert island.

Ye QingHan looked at the woman's back and felt pity for her. He couldn't stand it after living here for thousands of years, but the woman lived for countless years. She was lonely and still not crazy. It can be seen how terrible her soul is.

After a long time, the sound of the flute stopped, the water mist in the sky had already dispersed, and the bright moon was brighter, sprinkled on the four sides, and shone on the back of the beauty, more like a fairy.

"Elder, what do you call you?" ye QingHan slowly sat in the pavilion forest and asked faintly.

The woman didn't turn around. Her eyes just stared at the well, as if there was her love in the well.

After a joss stick, the woman turned slowly and whispered, "Qinglian... Others call me -- Qinglian Sword Fairy."

The sound is long and crisp, like Oriole out of the valley, just like the sound of nature.

Sure enough!

Ye QingHan breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed the creator of Qinglian sword song. He could not imagine that such a beautiful female could create such a powerful sword move, just like a fairy sword coming to kill immortals and kill gods!

"It turns out that the eternal corpse was really killed by you!" ye QingHan took a cold breath and said in horror.

Qinglian's cold eyes stared at ye QingHan and stood up directly.

"How do you know I killed it?" Qinglian asked coldly.

Ye QingHan bowed slightly and said respectfully, "a disciple of the younger generation developed some moves of Qinglian sword song through the sword on the corpse and the sculptures outside jiuxianxia cave. Although it is not as powerful as the elder, it is also quite powerful."

Qinglian was quite surprised. Unexpectedly, someone in the world realized the essence of Qinglian's sword song through a stabbed sword!

"Are you people of the eternal world?" Qinglian asked coldly.

Ye QingHan shook his head and replied, "Sir, we don't belong to the eternal world. We are people in a small field, which is called the land of sinners."

Finally, the eyes of Qinglian Sword Fairy are no longer cold and ruthless. It seems that she is full of hatred for the eternal world.

Ye QingHan breathed a sigh of relief and finally had no estrangement with Qinglian Sword Fairy. Qinglian Sword Fairy's conversation box was opened and was willing to speak.

"Since your disciples can understand the Qinglian sword song and have fate with me, I'll tell you the truth. As long as you leave the supreme residence, you'll be dying. There's no chance to escape, because the curse was laid by more than a dozen Middle Earth saints in the eternal world and the Lord of hell. Can your soul be stronger than so many eternal ones?" Qinglian Sword Fairy asked faintly.

Ye QingHan trembled all over, and a cold idea enveloped his heart.

"What hatred do they have with you? Why do they want to put you in such a death place and lay such a vicious curse?" ye QingHan asked in shock.

Hearing ye QingHan's words, Qinglian Sword Fairy laughed instead.

"A group of mole ants want to peep at the way of heaven and become immortal immortals! It's ridiculous to ignore life and melt countless small areas and big worlds together!" Qinglian Sword Fairy sneered, and his ghost axe like face was ferocious and terrible!

"Immortal? There are immortal immortals in the world? Isn't eternity immortal?" ye QingHan asked in surprise.

The green lotus Sword Fairy was confused and whispered, "the eternal, perhaps the end, is immortal."

Boom————————

The rain had just stopped, but lightning and thunder came again, shaking the heaven and earth, as if the heaven was angry and sent down heaven's punishment.