Han Shi was speechless for a long time, this song is nine to him, like a friend and foe, and this person is unparalleled in wisdom and scheming, and he is very human.

But now that this matter has come to an end, since he has returned to the Northern Xuanxing, the most important thing at the moment is to figure out how to return to the Xuanyang Gate.

From the memory of the person who attacked him, Han Shi saw a lot of bloody scenes of torture and killing, which shows that this person called Hong Fei is by no means a good person, and he killed him, which can be described as doing the right thing for heaven.

The reason why this place is called the Forsaken Land is because of its unique location, located at the junction of the three kingdoms, and has long been in a situation where the three kingdoms have been abandoned, and for a long time, it has become a place where some demonic giants and people who have committed monstrous crimes gather, whether it is monks or mortals, most of them have a fierce and cruel meaning.

However, although there are many fish and dragons in this place, the truly strong people often do not choose this place, but choose another place to retreat.

In Hong Fei's memory, there were about three or five people who could make him deeply jealous, and these people were all Yuanying Monks.

Hong Fei's cultivation in the middle of Yuan Dan was too different from these people, so he had no power to resist, but other monks, even if Yuan Dan was fully cultivated, Hong Fei relied on his extremely fast speed, and he did not have the slightest fear.

In Hong Fei's memory, the news about the Spirit Monk made Han Shi slightly stunned, and he had doubts in his heart. At the edge of this forsaken place, there seems to be an invisible boundary that prevents monks above the primordial stage from entering this place.

And Hong Fei once witnessed with his own eyes, a Yuanying monk was chased and killed by a smart monk, the Yuanying monk fled with a flying sword, although the smart monk was just like a stroll, but the courage was faster, this person slapped a palm in the air, the palm print was big when it met the wind, revealing a misty black, the palm print seemed to have a spiritual thing, and it was about to catch up with the Yuanying monk, but suddenly the smart monk seemed to be blocked by something, and stopped his body abruptly.

The palm print lost control, and instantly turned into nothing, and the Yuanying monk who escaped did not dare to stay, and soon disappeared into the distant sky, and the agile monk hovered in the air, looking in the direction where the Yuanying monk disappeared.

After a long time, he glanced at the place where Hong Fei was hiding, snorted coldly, waved his big sleeves, turned around and galloped away in the direction he came.

It wasn't until the agile monk disappeared for a long time that Hong Fei slowly walked out of the hiding place, covered in cold sweat, and at that glance, it was clear that Hong Fei had been discovered, but he didn't make a move.

Coupled with all the previous things, Hong Fei had a guess that the Spirit Monk, under some kind of secret constraint, could not enter this forsaken place.

And for many years after that, Hong Fei did not find any traces of the spiritual period monks in the left place, which also made Hong Fei even more courageous, relying on his own cultivation, he did many tragic things, until he died at the hands of Han Shi.

In this forsaken land, there are many cities, large and small, scattered, of which ten are the largest, divided into three inner cities and seven outer cities.

The Yuanying Monk hid behind the scenes, controlling these cities, and a large number of spirit stones, elixirs, heavenly and earthly treasures, as well as various wealth, were continuously gathered and seized by these Yuanying Monks.

Under normal circumstances, the Yuanying monks rarely show up, and on the bright side, these cities are all controlled by the Yuandan monks.

And Zhuji and Ning Yuan monks, also control the big and small affairs in the city, here, not the strong, can only be suppressed, here, everything is naked, if the weak, want to survive, only to rely on those strong, and those who do not have the power to rely on the weak, often found corpses in the wilderness, become the food of beasts, and monks, fighting with each other, killing people and seizing treasures, it is not uncommon.

"As long as you are strong, you can kill people and take treasures. Han Shi's eyes were bloody, and the corners of his mouth showed a chuckle, like a demon's smile.

For Han Shi, over the years, no matter what kind of situation he encountered, there was always a bottom line in his heart, so that he would not do anything out of the ordinary.

But in this place where there are no rules, for the first time, for the first time, Han Shi felt a tyrannical anger erupt from the depths of his soul in his heart, this kind of anger, Han Shi couldn't suppress it, and he didn't want to suppress it, it made Han Shi feel as if he had removed some kind of shackles.

This kind of anger, Han Shi himself didn't know why, but he felt it in his heart, he could let go of the precepts in his heart, and he didn't have to shrink back for killing.

The hatred for the tragic death of his father and mother, and the extreme desire to become stronger, have been invisibly gnawing and devouring Han Shi's heart for a long time, even if he was wary, but he was still impregnated by it step by step, and unconsciously, a tyrannical seed was planted in his heart.

From the death of Hong Fei, it can be seen that today's Han Shi is no longer the young man who is as scholarly as a scholar, but a monk who has been able to kill decisively.

And this killing heart, like the tiger that opened the floodgates, was quietly released.

The painting scroll, Han Shi slowly opened less than a foot, and then felt a powerful force under the roll, the painting scroll returned to normal, obviously today's Han Shi, the cultivation is not enough, not enough to open the painting scroll.

"I don't know how many points can I open this scroll when I get to Yuanying's cultivation?" Han Shi whispered to himself, put away the scroll, and his figure flickered and disappeared from the belly of the mountain.

On Luo Yunfeng, there is a sense of gloom, withered yellow leaves, year after year, piled up, no one cleans up, more than 90 years have passed since Han Shi left, and Zhou Yi has also been in retreat for more than 90 years.

In the past 90 years, almost no one in Xuanyangmen has remembered that there was once a disciple named Han Shi, and now Xuanyangmen, if you want to talk about the strongest peak, it should be Feitian Peak.

Since Han Yu defeated Li Weiyu and won the sect competition, the next many sect competitions were all dominated by Han Yu, overpowering Feitian Peak and maintaining the dignity of the main peak of Qiyun Peak.

But more than thirty years ago, there was a person in Feitian Peak who sprung up, named Yang Yunfeng, this person majored in Gengjin sword qi, when facing the enemy, the sword qi was full of sharpness, and this person's cultivation was not inferior to Han Yu, Han Yu's ice wood attribute was restrained, and although Ziluo's attribute restrained this person, his cultivation was insufficient, which was quite a pity.

Although Han Yu tried his best, he still lost more and won less, counting up, in the last six sect competitions, Qi Yunfeng won one and lost five, and for a while, the limelight up and down Xuanyang Gate seemed to have been stolen by Feitian Peak.

And the Dou Dan Contest did not appear again after Han Shi left, and some people also found that Luo Yunfeng's disciples had not appeared since they had a glorious time more than ninety years ago.

Up and down the sect, no one saw Luo Yunfeng's disciples walking around, after a long time, slowly, no one asked about Luo Yunfeng's affairs, and among the high-level members of Xuanyangmen, there were gradually dissatisfied voices with Luo Yunfeng, but these voices were all stopped by Xuanyangzi one by one and did not spread.

Great Elder Yang Fei, over the years, seems to have become content with the status quo, meditating on Feitian Peak every day, not asking about world affairs.

This kind of action made Xuanyangzi have a deep fear in his heart, up and down Xuanyangmen, his biggest help was the seventh junior brother, and now the seventh junior brother can't go out of retreat, so that Xuanyangzi has a shadow in his heart.

Yulian Peak, the third peak, is a quiet place, there is a fine house, built by the mountain.

A picturesque woman, with her fingers wrapped around the long green silk, seemed to have a heavy heart, looked at the bright moon outside the window like a hook, and sighed softly.

That free and easy figure has been imprinted in her heart for nearly a hundred years.

Over the years, her mind has not only not faded, but has become more intense, just like the inky black printed on the white of the paper, which has not dissipated due to the passage of time, but has traces of time in it, and the paper and ink have gradually become entangled together, and there is no longer each other.

"Han Shi, you and I are in a hurry, and we will never have a chance again?" the woman muttered to herself.

"My name is Qingmei, and sure enough, I am as my name, haven't you tasted enough of this sour taste?" the woman bowed her head slightly, her eyes revealing self-mockery.

After sighing, the corners of his eyes were replaced by a gentle smile, "That's it, I'll wait for you for a hundred years, if you still don't return after a hundred years, you and I will have no chance." ”

"It's just that I don't know how many hundred years I can have in my life. ”