The spring breeze blew gently, and in half an hour, Shen Hao returned to the village again, looked at the entrance of the village in a daze for a long time, closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and flew towards the center of the village, then stopped, and sat directly in the center of the original village, but now there is only an empty space. Sitting cross-legged, Shen Hao's expression was contemplative, and he counted the immortal sect here, the three sects and the nine streams, even a Lingji monk could occupy the mountain as the king, so the Great Immortal Gate...

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