Bang!
As Jiang Hanxi walked away, a loud bang rang out, and the ice sculpture lion exploded.
It turned into a cloud of icy mist that permeated the surroundings, gradually freezing the seven corpses into blocks of ice, which eventually melted into the soil.
Jiang Hanxi looked up at the pillars of light in the sky, and finally chose the red pillar of light that was closest to her and flew towards it.
As for the disciples of the Ice Palace, they were naturally led by the Holy Maiden.
This also put Leng Ningyue's clever mind in a difficult position, as she really had no idea where to go and was leading her disciples in a chaotic mess.
Within ten days, the disciples of the nine holy lands and three major sects had almost all gathered, preparing to work together to seek opportunities.
However, during the gathering process, the Ice Palace lost two disciples, the Sword Sect lost one disciple, and the Celestial Court lost one disciple.
This kind of thing depends a lot on luck, and even the holy sons and daughters leading the three great sects are helpless.
"Brother She, where is my master?"
Xiao Hao asked curiously, and She Tian's lips twitched. He replied indifferently, "Your master said he was going to become a rogue cultivator and go out on his own."
The Holy Son recalled Wang Feng's original words, and now that Xiao Hao had asked, he simply repeated them.
Chu Yan'er, carried on Xiao Hao's back, looked at his bewildered expression, tapped his head, and explained:
"Your master will have to find his own opportunity, so don't worry about him."
"Oh, oh, oh."
Xiao Hao then realized that he had thought his master had left the sect.
"What a big idiot!"
As Chu Yan'er finished speaking, Xiao Hao carried her away from the crowd.
He then whispered a few words in her ear, and Chu Yan'er's face gradually flushed.
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