A faint killing intent emanated from the piles of broken weapons.

"What is that?"

Song Bie suddenly pointed to the front.

On top of the mountain of broken weapons, a broken long Qiang was carrying a figure. Blood was dripping, dyeing the mountain of weapons below red.

It was obvious that the person died not long ago.

"It's an expert from Lightning Taoist Ancestor Mountain." Li Xuanjun said.

He knew the ...