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    When the holy place is about to close, it will reopen a hole.  How it attracted these young monks three years ago, how it will throw them out three years later.

    Many people who have experienced the opening of the Holy Land will feel miraculous about it: monks from all directions were extradited from the Four Symbols Realm to the Holy Land.  And when the Holy Land closes, it will throw the monk back to the big world where he settled three years ago.

    For example, if the team of Qinglong Academy starts from Qinglong Realm, then they will only be sent back to Qinglong Realm.  Even if only one-third of all the monks who arrived at the Holy Land died in the past three years, the Holy Land still seemed to be able to recognize their origins.  Over the years, without exception.

    For this reason, there was once a popular saying in the world of self-cultivation that the Holy Land has spirits.

    However, the ultimate truth of this speculation can only be known by a very small number of people.

    According to the experience of the predecessors, the surviving monks in the holy land have gathered under the long slope in front of the return mountain one after another.

    They were in groups of three or four, each of them found a friend they knew in the crowd, and each other's eyes were full of sighs of life and death.  Occasionally, a few people who are alone will gather with each other in order not to look too conspicuous, exchange a few words of information about the Holy Land, and at the same time comfort their feelings that they have not seen anyone for nearly three years.

    In the crowd, Han Qianling stood alone, like a lonely mountain.

    He has such an outstanding appearance, and he is the leader of the Suzaku Realm team, and the information has been spread all over the world as early as three years ago.  What's more, there were a few people who came and went around him just now, almost all of them were famous talents: Qinglong envoy Yin Banshi, white tiger envoy Dong Shuangyu, Xuanwu envoy Ni Kui, and the pair of Feng family sisters who are very famous recently in the Holy Land.

    But Han Qianling did not respond to anyone.

    He didn't even give Ni Kui face, his silent and speechless attitude until the other party jumped in front of him, and finally he was angrily pulled away by the pale and cold deputy envoy beside him.

    Before pulling Ni Kui away, the thin deputy envoy of the Xuanwu Realm cast a glance at Han Qianling and thought playfully: If Nuzi is about to be pissed to death in front of this Palace Master Han this time,  I don't know if the other party is willing to condescendingly stretch out his fingers to pierce his alveoli, and save Nuzi who has no brains?

    Heh, judging from the situation, probably not.

    He cheerfully warned Ni Kui again, and thought with a little ease in his heart: After all, I have to thank this Palace Master Han for using his indifferent attitude to let Nu Zi, who is not very obedient, see clearly where he is from.  , whom to listen to.

    Han Qianling had been standing alone all this time, his head was half down, his hair was tied up casually, but it was only half combed.  The rest of the hair hangs down softly and fits on his shoulders, faintly covering his dark and dull eyebrows.

    He came earlier than anyone else present. The holy land was already densely populated with trees and sparsely populated, so no one saw how Han Qianling walked step by step from the center of the holy mountain with ashamed heart.  His stride was wobbly, his back was a bit bent, and there was nothing around him that could attract his attention, like a walking dead with only the last bit of obsession remaining.

    For the next three days and three nights, he stood like this all the time, without even turning his neck.  It was as if barely dragging his body to this plain had exhausted the few energy in his body.

    During these three days, Feng Xue gradually calmed down, and also accepted the news that Luo Jiujiang was temporarily absent¡ª¡ªshe would never believe that Luo Jiujiang was dead.

    For some unknown reason, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Han Qianling in her spare time, and her mood went from initial anger to even a little faint fear now.  Han Qianling who stood still gave her an illusion: if the Holy Land will never be closed, then these people will run, try, panic, wail and even curse and Han Qianling will still do nothing,  He can stand forever.

    Bah.  Feng Xue shook her head, trying to get that thought out of her mind: How could the Holy Land not be closed?  Isn't that the plot of a horror story?  This situation will not become a reality, so the assumption itself is meaningless.

    I just hope that after changing the environment, Han Qianling can behave a little more normally after leaving the place that made him feel hurt.  Feng Xue secretly prayed in her heart.

    After all, only those present who have experienced the specific situation of the matter are qualified to tell.  And Han Qianling No matter what, he is Luo Jiujiang's beloved Taoist companion.

    Everything in the world is still operating according to the laws of the past, the wind still blows, and the water continues to flow.With restrained arrogance, he replied angrily, "In my heart".

    However, at this moment, Han Qianling was like a dumb sandbag, not showing any pride in the past.

    Only when Zhen Shuangliu slapped Tianling with his palm, Han Qianling raised his hand to hold Zhen Shuangliu's arm, becoming the first defense in this one-sided beating.

    "No." He said indifferently: "You are his master and elder, and everything else is up to you. But this life was bought by Jiujiang with his own life, and I cannot let you take it away."

    ""

    Zhen Shuangliu was silent, and a moment later, he kicked Han Qianling hard in the abdomen with an angry volley, throwing him nearly a hundred feet away.

    "Are you threatening me?" Zhen Shuang asked coldly.

    Han Qianling just turned his head indifferently.

    Seeing that a murder was about to happen in the hall, a black shadow suddenly appeared between the two of them.

    This shadow has no five sense organs and seven orifices, only a dark shape, but the breath is a coldness that is hard to find in the world.  As soon as it landed in the hall, it immediately raised its head in the direction of the pillow stream, tapped its fingers, and waved a name in the wind.

    "Frost Flow?"

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