Han Jing's analysis was very correct: if he was the first to seize the opportunity to get the Holy Grail according to the Fang family's invisible arrangement, then he would have completely fallen into a passive and endless killing machine by now.

Because the person who gets the Holy Grail is equivalent to exposing his position to other competitors, and such exposure is the huge "emperor" word!

Under the word "emperor", it is the Holy Grail!

In addition, the Holy Grail will continue to devour the power of other soul blood, even if such devouring is extremely slow and rare, and it is of little use to the owner of the Holy Grail, but it is equivalent to giving other competitors a blood line to indicate the target......

After all, any martial artist can sense that his power is being devoured, and they can all determine the direction in which their power has gone through this feeling!

On the other hand, the person who received the Holy Grail is not the Holy Grail himself, and has no way of knowing where the power of the Holy Grail Devouring comes from!

In this way, it is equivalent to the person who obtains the Holy Grail can only get the dispensable soul blood power from the devouring of the Holy Grail, but his position is completely exposed!

The word "emperor" above reveals his approximate location!

The Holy Grail devouring below begins, revealing its most precise location!

"This ...... This is Han Jing?"

At this moment, the Holy Grail had already begun to be devoured, and Han Xiao looked at the two thin blood lines that were rippling in the Holy Grail, and his face was already solemn to the extreme!

Even if he pushed his Heavenly Sense to the extreme, he couldn't find Han Jing's figure: "I can't be sure of his location, but the blood line has begun to devour his soul blood power, so he can find me with the blood line...... Next Olympics!"

That's passive!

Utterly passive!

And when he raised his head, Han Xiao's heavenly sense penetrated the palace and could see the huge word "emperor" on his top.

The word glittered with gold, and it was tantamount to an edict to all other people who could enter the Heavenly Chosen Dojo - the one who had received the Holy Grail was underneath it......

"Ciao, no wonder you bastard don't want to take the lead at all, Han Jing, you are so despicable!"

Han Xiao was furious, he thought that the reason why Han Jing was delaying in the Divine Dao was because he had already known the fatal point of the Holy Grail, so he deliberately gave up this opportunity to himself!

"Despicable, despicable!"

Airplanes......

Just as Han Xiao was still scolding angrily, there were two more blood lines in the Holy Grail that slowly swirled......

"Oops, two more people have entered here, could it be ......"

According to the geographical location, Han Xiao's brows furrowed: "It must be the former generals and rear generals under the Dou Huang's account, oops, terrible, they also know where I am! Damn, despicable Han Jing, shameful Emperor Wu!"

He's angry, he's angry!

But I had to concentrate at this moment and find a suitable hiding place for myself for the first time!

He tried to move, but no matter how he moved, the big golden word was above his head and never gave up.

He had also tried to cast concealment methods or magic weapons, but the blood line of the Holy Grail had always been there, and he would never abandon it.

So, he had to try something else.

For example, run as fast as you can!

Locked in by the eyes of countless pairs of hunters, the last desperate resistance of any prey is to flee!

"What's there?"

Looking at a door in the depths of the palace, Han Xiao did not hesitate and rushed out in one step.

......

"This is it, I didn't think we were here!"

"Hmm!"

Someone else came, and it was in the Heavenly Chosen Dojo, far away from Shinto, and even further away from the palace at the end of Shinto.

Look at where these two people look like warriors or generals, their current clothes are clearly two farming rural couples.

The man, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with half of his chest exposed, his rock-like muscles, his thick limbs, and his weather-beaten and honest face, looked like a proper farmer.

Beside him, a woman in the same coarse linen dress wrapped in a turban smiled, and the same dusty face was covered with the traces of time, and she also looked like a village woman who did her duty.

And one of them carried a hoe, and one of them held a sickle, a sickle for harvesting wheat, and this was not a full villager or something?

"Hey, who's got a word on their head?"

The man spoke, looked away, and smiled: "It's fun!"

"Hmm!" the woman spoke, smiling devotedly, but not much.

"Shall we take a look?" the man asked again, putting away his smile and looking serious: "There should be a harvest!"

This time, the woman's answer finally had a few more words: "Wait!"

......

"What is this place?"

Pushed open a door, and when he looked back after walking in, Han Xiao couldn't find the door he had just pushed open.

Where is this walking through a door?

In just one step, he seemed to have entered another world, another world.

All around him were endless yellow currents, flowing chaotically to the east, west, south, and north, and even upwards and backwards, and only falling downwards when they reached a place of 100 zhang or higher, but the speed was not like a waterfall, it was still very slow.

There is no direction!

"How so?"

Heavenly Sense had been pushed to the extreme by Han Xiao, and there was already fine and dense sweat on his forehead, but he really couldn't find the direction, as if any direction was east or south or west or north, and as if any direction was neither east nor south nor west nor north.

"This ...... What's going on here?"

Only when he raised his head, he still saw the big golden word - Emperor.

But just when he was extremely confused, a voice suddenly sounded, not in a hurry, not gloomy, and extremely calm: "Welcome to Jiuquan!"

Nine springs?

This is Nine Springs?

Hearing this, Han Xiao turned around sharply, and what he saw was that bundles of water were constantly surging upward, and in the time visible to the naked eye, they were actually gathered and piled up into an old man who seemed to be a ghost.

The old man had just condensed the truth, so he smiled and nodded: "Han Xiao, do you know the word smiling Jiuquan? Do you know why every generation of Martial Emperor will accept a name, and they are all called Han Xiao?"

"Who are you, and why?" Han Xiao's eyes trembled, and he instinctively took half a step back.

The old man still brushed his beard, and his words were like thunder: "Because once Han Xiao makes the wrong choice, then he can only laugh at Jiuquan!"

Thundered......

The words fell, and a thunderstorm arose.

What was originally a myriad of slow-flowing yellow currents suddenly turned into stormy waves at this moment. With the sudden appearance of endless thunder in the sky, a storm of catastrophe seems to have begun.

"Han Xiao, Emperor Wu of all dynasties will accept a name and give the name Han Xiao, and also ask Han Xiao to guard the station of the Heavenly Choice Dojo, because once Han Xiao rebels, he will definitely enter here as soon as possible......"

The old man continued, and a layer of heavenly momentum rolled up on his body: "Coming here, Han Xiao of any generation can only smile at Jiuquan!"

Speaking of this, the old man pointed out: "This is spiritual punishment!"