The places that once surrounded Silver Lake, where many forces were chaotic and comparable to small forbidden areas, have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a large amount of residual aura.

The most obvious one is the winding silver river.

As time goes by, a lot of rainwater has accumulated in the Silver Lake Basin, and there is a shallow layer at the bottom of the river, turning it into a slow-flowing river.

Such a big Silver Lake and such a big forbidden land were just gone.

He even saw someone mining the remaining materials within the original range of Silver Lake.

I also saw someone who, because he was too weak, was corroded by the remaining aura there, leaving behind a body like a metal statue.

Lao Qianhuang hung high in the sky and was silent for a long time.

He really never dreamed that such a big change would happen in such a short period of time.

Any place that can be called the Great Forbidden Land has never been seen or heard of since it appeared, and it can completely disappear in such a short period of time.

He looked at the gap in the Silver Lake Basin and could probably deduce that it was the eruption of Silver Lake, where the water of Silver Lake wrapped up its power and opened a gap.

It's just that Silver Lake has always been calm, and Poland couldn't afford it. How could such a huge wave arise?

Now why this is happening, it doesn't really matter anymore.

He has already come out of seclusion, and has made all the preparations that can be done in seclusion. He can no longer wait.

After Qingping died, many things were no longer as convenient as before.

Lao Qianhuang stood there and thought for a long time before heading north.

Halfway through the journey, he stood there quietly in the Gangfeng layer.

South of Jinlan Mountain, in Handong's small courtyard, Handong suddenly opened his eyes.

The Qingping sword he inserted next to him trembled slightly and made a slight sword sound.

Han Dong stood up and looked south, his eyes sharp.

He could tell at a glance that it was not that the sword spirit of Qingping Sword was not dead, but that Qingping Sword had become sensitive to a certain sword technique over time.

This was Lao Qianhuang calling him.

Behind Han Dong, the female demon stretched out her hand and grabbed his hand.

"Don't go, don't go."

But as soon as the words fell, the female demon's eyes showed a trace of emptiness, and the power in her body seemed to be a little disordered.

Between Han Dong's brows, murderous intent suddenly appeared.

The murderous aura he had accumulated for many years roared out, and the black sword inserted at the edge of the forest automatically flew back and floated in front of him.

"This must be a conspiracy, don't be fooled." The female slave persuaded her. Unfortunately, Han Dong could tolerate and control other things.

There is one thing that will definitely touch Han Dong's heartstrings.

Han Dong disappeared instantly.

The fierce wind blowing in the Gangfeng layer suddenly seemed to have order, as if there were countless sword energies crisscrossing the area.

Han Dong's figure emerged from the Gangfeng layer.

Lao Qianhuang looked at Han Dong from a distance and smiled.

"No one in your generation, or even the royal family members after you, including me, can compare with you in terms of swordsmanship talent."

As he spoke, Lao Qianhuang had a thought, and a stream of light flew out, and was caught in Han Dong's hand.

It was a translucent crystal heart, still beating.

"The female slave is very kind to you. She has never told you about this. This is her soul. She gave it to you before she left.

I don’t think you care much about her origins. After having this thing, she will be completely complete."

Han Dong held this beating crystal heart in his hand, feeling a little surprised and even a little at a loss.

He thought that Lao Qianhuang was trying to use the female slave to threaten him into doing something.

Unexpectedly, I really just summoned him and gave him this thing.

"I..." Han Dong opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He was like punching the air. He had been brewing emotions for a long time and suddenly seemed to have lost his target.
Chapter completed!