Fighter of the Destiny

A more towering mountain shadow appeared in front of the imperial city.

That was the leader of the Xiang Clan. He looked at Chen Changsheng and said indifferently: "It is already late at night, and even the Pope is inconvenient to enter the palace."

Then he turned to look at Luoluo and said, "Your Highness still has to take some dignity of the Baidi clan into consideration when acting."

This sounds indifferent, but in fact it is very serious.

Luoluo looked at this elder who had loved her very much since childhood, and suddenly felt that the other person's face was very strange.

Chen Changsheng knew the position of the leader of the Xiang Clan in the Presbyterian Council, and he clearly felt the other party's unfathomable strength.

But his reaction was still calm, direct and tough.

Just like a shallow stream, the water surface is like a mirror, the bottom can be clearly seen, and there are all hard stones among the swimming fish.

He said: "I want to go to the Luo Xing Mountains through the passage in the imperial city to see His Majesty the White Emperor. Why do you want to stop me?"

The head of the Xiang Clan looked slightly stern, not expecting that Chen Changsheng would actually confess his intentions.

Then he suddenly realized that this sentence was very difficult to answer.

Under the current tense situation, Chen Changsheng wanted to enter the imperial city late at night. It was very suspicious from every angle. He had enough reasons to object.

But when Chen Changsheng made his intentions clear, those objections suddenly became less powerful.

Why didn't I think of this problem beforehand?

The leader of the Xiang Clan stared at Chen Changsheng's extremely clear and calm eyes, thinking, could it be that the simpler his mind, the less likely he would be fooled by the fog?

But he still wanted to prevent Chen Changsheng from entering the imperial city.

"The entire continent knows that His Majesty is recuperating from his injuries. He is at a critical moment and cannot be disturbed. What is the Pope's intention in forcing you to see him?"

"The alliance between the two races is related to the safety of the mainland. His Majesty the White Emperor has a lot of changes in his heart. How could he just focus on resting and recuperating and completely ignore it?"

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "What are your motives for not letting me see His Majesty? Are you guilty or afraid?"

Although this sentence is not explained, the meaning is very clear. Who can't understand it?

The wind in front of the imperial city seemed to have become a bit colder in an instant.

Xiangqiu shouted angrily: "Don't spit blood on others!"

Chen Changsheng looked at the leader of the Xiang clan and continued to ask: "Is this what you mean, or is it Mrs. Mu's meaning? What exactly do you mean?"

He didn't understand Xiangqiu at all.

As the Pope, the only person in Baidi City who is qualified to talk to him on an equal footing is Mrs. Mu.

The leader of the Xiang Clan, as the head of the largest clan of the Monster Clan and the chief elder of the Council of Presbyterians, is quite reluctant.

Xiangqiu is just the son of the leader of the Xiang Clan. No matter how powerful he is, what qualifications do he have to ask Chen Changsheng to respond to his words?

For Chen Changsheng, this was not deliberate ignorance, just a normal reaction, but for Xiang Qiu, this was a great humiliation.

When he noticed the change in the situation on the field, his expression became even more ugly, and his aura became increasingly gloomy.

The strong men who tore through the night with him and prepared to launch a historic siege still remained silent and solemn.

But the expressions of the several cavalry generals who accompanied the action obviously changed.

Before Chen Changsheng said these words, no one in the demon clan would worry about the safety of His Majesty the White Emperor, let alone think of those terrible conspiracies.

Bai Di's status in the demon clan is too revered, as if he were a god.

No one would have thought that he would be harmed by the conspiracy.

Of course, Chen Changsheng's words can affect the situation on the field, which is also related to his identity.

The words spoken by the Pope are naturally very different from those spoken by ordinary passers-by.

What's more important is that in the past few months, the story of Cinnabar Pill and the legend of the Pope saving people with his blood have been circulating throughout the continent.

And because of those past experiences, the Yaozu had a very good impression of Chen Changsheng and did not believe that he would lie at all.

Chen Changsheng did not wait for the atmosphere in front of the imperial city to become more complicated, nor did he wait for his questions to be answered.

"No one can stop me from meeting His Majesty the White Emperor."

He looked into the eyes of the Xiang clan leader and said seriously: "Unless you kill me."

After saying this, he walked forward.

The imperial city shrouded in darkness was very quiet, and his footsteps were very clear.

Thousands of demon clan elite cavalry and demon clan strongmen who either hid in the night or emerged after being torn apart faced each other silently and nervously.

The same blood was flowing in their bodies, and they were also shedding the same cold sweat at this time.

Following Chen Changsheng's footsteps, the atmosphere in the imperial city became increasingly tense.

Seeing Chen Changsheng getting closer and closer, the Xiang clan leader's expression became more and more solemn.

Looking at Chen Changsheng who was getting further and further away, Xiangqiu's expression became more and more gloomy.

Chen Changsheng's words may make some people suspicious or even change their attitude, but they believe that they have enough ability to keep Chen Changsheng.

They can even kill Chen Changsheng.

And they are not afraid of killing Chen Changsheng.

Because they were very angry at this time.

In their view, Chen Changsheng was too insidious, not like a pope at all, more like the legendary demon strategist in black robe.

How could he use such shameless lies to frame and slander himself?

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The Red River demon guards in front of the imperial city silently moved out of the way, like the parting tide.

Chen Changsheng walked past the Xiang clan leader without looking at him.

Looking at this scene, Xiangqiu groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, indicating that he had suffered a hidden injury.

Even so, neither he nor his father took action against Chen Changsheng.

Because the depths of the Imperial City were still so quiet at night, with no sound coming out.

Chen Changsheng walked into the imperial city just like he did a few nights ago.

Back then, he was a young Taoist priest from Xining Town. When he walked into Kyoto, he had the same calm eyes and firm expression.

Then, he saw Mrs. Mu.

Under a pear tree in front of a stone palace.

It is not the season for pear trees to bloom, but since the pear tree on the observation deck a few days ago was able to bloom, this pear tree is naturally full of flowers at this time.

The night breeze was blowing gently, whether it came from the Luoxing Mountains in the north or the sea in the west.

Countless white flowers fell from the branches, scattered on the ground, and also fell on her body.

A small white flower fell neatly in her hair, trembling slightly in the wind. It looked beautiful, but also seemed to contain a touch of sadness.

Her white dress is very simple and solemn.

Her pupils were very black and bright, reflecting the starlight, and they were extremely quiet, as if they had a secret of their own, but also a murderous intent.

Her expression was very indifferent, but there was also a hint of sadness.

Is anyone dead?

Does she want to take filial piety?

That Daxizhou emperor uncle named Mu?

Or someone closer?

Or maybe it’s my later self?

Chen Changsheng was thinking about this question, but he didn't want to know the answer.