"I think, we can meet again, this must be God's arrangement, let me follow you, I can not be the princess of Sakura Country, I can also not be famous, just follow you, okay?" Reisa Ito sobbed.

Han Qing's body stiffened, feeling that he couldn't bear such affection.

At the beginning of the province in Li, he met two princesses, one is the cherry blossom country Ito Reisa, and the other is Princess Alice of the big eagle.

For Han Qing, they and him may be called friends, but there is absolutely no love between men and women.

"I'm sorry." Han Qing took a deep breath, said these three words, and then gently pushed Ito Reisa away.

The light in Ito Reisa's eyes was completely dim, and the last time the two parted, she wanted Han Qing to give her a child like crazy.

And this time, she once again mustered up the courage to give up everything and follow him in the name of nothing.

However, he was once again ruthlessly rejected.

These two actions exhausted all the courage of her life, but she still couldn't get it, this is fate.

This man is destined to have nothing to do with her.

She is really envious of Yun Chuchu, the man she loves but can't love, but Yun Chuchu easily has.

Han Qing watched Reisa Ito leave lonely and shook her head with a sigh.

There is no grass at the end of the world, Princess Lisa, we are not people of the same world.

Next, Han Qing left some instructions, and prepared to break through the Yuan Ying and achieve distraction in the spiritual vein at the bottom of the East China Sea.

And when he gets out, it will be the end of Yunjian Pavilion.

……

Yunjian Pavilion, Pavilion Master Beicang Yuehui has just received the news that the leaders of the three major forces of Tianhang Temple, Tiansha Tower and Ascension Hall have been slaughtered by Han Qing.

He stood in disbelief for a long time, his face blue and white.

I never thought that there were these three major forces to encircle and suppress Han Qing, and they did not establish an inch, but they all fell.

"Father, these three forces are inevitably too weak, and they were all wiped out in the hands of Han Qing, it's too useless." The Beicang Flying Sword was terrified.

Bei Cang Yuehui was silent for a while before he sighed: "It's not that their strength is weak, it's that this Han Qing's strength is afraid that it exceeds our estimates, but fortunately, we didn't rush to do it ourselves, otherwise, I'm afraid we will also be very embarrassed."

"Father, what then? If this son doesn't die, my Yunjian Pavilion will not be stable." Beicang Feijian gritted his teeth.

"Flying Sword, the matter is not over yet, you don't think that the three leaders of the Heavenly Evil Tower, the Heavenly Hanging Temple and the Ascension Hall are the most powerful." Bei Cang Yuehui sneered.

"Isn't it?" Beicang Feijian was stunned.

"Of course not, if these three top-level forces are just like this, how can they be called top-notch, and how can they not be destroyed until now."

"The bureau set up for my father has already considered various outcomes, and the death of the leaders of these three major forces is when their real secret weapon is dispatched."

Bei Cang Yuehui said, paused, his expression became triumphant, and then continued: "Then Han Qing will inevitably face an even more terrifying attack from these three major forces, even if he can't let him fall, he will have to take half his life."

"And when the time comes, if we Yun Sword Pavilion make another move, we can easily crush Han Qing."

"Father's ingenuity." Beicang Feijian was overjoyed when he heard this.

……

Time flies by like water.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

On this day, in the bottom of the East China Sea 10,000 meters deep in the underwater spiritual vein.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of spirit stones turned into powder at the same time.

Han Qing's clothes also turned to ashes, and his original short hair grew to his waist in this month.

At this time, his streamlined body seemed to contain the power of the wilderness, and there were spiritual patterns revealed on it, constantly changing, as if evolving infinite mysteries.

"Boom"

The Yuan Infant in Han Qing's sea of qi all dissolved into purple gold gas, which was integrated into the limbs and bones of the whole body.

And his divine soul seemed to be shining with ten thousand golden lights.

Suddenly, another Han Qing appeared in his sea of divine consciousness.

This is the Distraction Realm!

The so-called distraction can separate another divine soul within the divine soul.

Out of the body, you can travel the world.

Han Qing opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining with golden light.

He took out a set of clothes from the Sumeru ring and put them on, and then surfaced from the bottom of the sea at a depth of 10,000 meters.

As soon as Han Qing emerged from the sea, he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.

At this time, he saw more than a dozen floating corpses on the sea not far away.

The corpses were all mutilated, and had already stained the surrounding waters a dark red.

A few sharks, smelling blood, were rushing at a fast pace.

However, Han Qing just swept his gaze, and under the vibration of his divine thoughts, all the internal organs of these sharks were shattered.

At this time, Han Qing floated on the surface of the sea, looking directly at these corpses in the sea.

Suddenly, Han Qing waved his hand, and a stream of spiritual light fell on these corpses.

Immediately afterward, unique marks appeared on the corpses.

"This is my mark on the members of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance." Han Qing frowned, his eyes showing a chill.

Who dared to kill the people of the East China Sea Scattered Cultivation Alliance?

At this time, the Drifting Island, where the headquarters of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance is located.

Although it is called an island, it is made up of thousands of large ships connected together.

It can even be said that it is a huge sea fortress that can be moved.

But now, Drifter Island has become hell.

Countless people have forcibly invaded Drifting Island, slaughtering the monks of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

These people, up and down, seem to be covered with a layer of steel armor, and their defense is extremely high, and it is difficult for swords to enter.

Moreover, they seem to have no sense of pain at all, and they do not have the ability to think, and only know about killing.

In the center of Drifting Island, the alliance leader Wumei Lao Dao was covered in blood, and was under the attack of several golden armor puppets, and new wounds appeared from time to time.

"Eyebrow old man, kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, if you drag it any longer, your people will die." At this moment, an old monk with a three-foot white beard on his chin said fiercely.

"Hehe, Lao Dao would rather die standing than live on his knees, your pride is also temporary, when the young master of my family returns, the fate of your Tianhang Temple will be a hundred times more miserable than ours, so it is you who kneel down and beg for mercy." The old man laughed wildly.

"Don't dream, Han Qing dares to kill the abbot of our Tianhang Temple, even if he goes to heaven and earth, he can't escape." The old monk said bitterly.

The old man gritted his teeth, roared, and the spiritual power burst out, cutting off the head of a puppet.

But at the same time, his body was also hit by two other puppets, and blood spurted wildly.

He staggered back a few steps and collapsed to the ground in a languishing state.

"Tell me, where is Han Qing?" The old monk walked up to the old man without eyebrows, looked down at him, and asked sharply.