Han Shi was speechless for a long time, this song was 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 Lost Land is because of its unique location, which is located at the junction of the three kingdoms, and has long been in a state where the three kingdoms have been abandoned.

For a long time, it has been a gathering place for some of the greatest evils and people who have committed heterinous crimes, both monks and mortals, most of whom 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 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 that a Yuanying monk was chased and killed by a spirit monk, the Yuan Ying monk fled with a flying sword, and although the spirit monk was just like a stroll, his courage was faster.

This person slapped a palm in the air, and the palm print was big when it was windy, revealing a misty black, and the palm print seemed to have a spiritual thing, and it seemed that he was about to catch up with the Yuanying monk, but suddenly the smart monk seemed to be blocked by something, and he stopped his body abruptly.

The palm print lost control and instantly disappeared.

The Yuanying Monk who escaped the catastrophe 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 had 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.

The infant monk rarely shows up under normal circumstances.

On the bright side, these cities are all controlled by the Yuan Dan monks.

And Zhuji and Ning Yuan monks also control the affairs of the city, and here, if they are not strong, they can only be suppressed.

Here, everything is naked, if the weak want to survive, the only way to survive is to rely on those strong, and those who have no attachment to the weak will often be found in the wilderness, becoming the food of wild beasts, and the monks fight with each other, killing people and taking treasures, it is not uncommon.

"As long as you are strong, you can kill people and take treasures. ”

There was a touch of blood in Han Shi's eyes, and a chuckle appeared at the corner of his mouth, 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 is now quietly released like the tiger that opened the floodgates.

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, and after a long time, slowly, no one asked about Luo Yunfeng's affairs.

In the high-level 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 the Xuanyang Gate, his biggest help is the seventh junior brother, and now the seventh junior brother is not out of retreat, which makes Xuanyangzi have 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 heart has not only not faded, but has become more intense.

Just like the ink black printed on the white of the paper, it has not dissipated with the passage of time, but there are traces of time in it, and the paper and ink are gradually 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, there was a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes.

"That's it, I'll wait for you for a hundred years, if you still don't return after a hundred years, then you and I have no chance, I don't know how many hundred years I have in my life. ”