Fighter of the Destiny

There are many roads in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, but there is only one road that can go directly to the top of the mausoleum, and that is the sacred path made of white jade in the south.

Climbing the mausoleum via Shinto is a very symbolic event.

Only the emperor, the pope and the southern saint are qualified to follow the Shinto path, which represents supreme authority.

Many people had tried to break into Shinto before Xun Mei, but apart from Zhou Du|fu, there seemed to be no other successful examples.

Wang Po wanted to break into the Shinto to fulfill his promise to his old friend, to provoke the imperial court, and to take revenge on Emperor Taizong.

Xu Yourong stood deep in the woods of Baicao Garden, looking at the slightly raised grassland, and whispered: "You said that Ji Taoist was the most loyal minister of Emperor Taizong, and even a somewhat perverted and fanatical follower, so he How could such a thing be allowed to happen?”

The breeze was blowing the leaves and the tender green grass that had just emerged from the ground. The Holy Queen of Tianhai was buried here. No one could answer her question.

"I'm really nervous thinking about being an enemy of such a perverted person."

Xu Yourong's expression was very calm, and there was no trace of nervousness in her words. Only her slightly trembling eyelashes revealed her true mood at this time.

What she wants to do or decide is too terrible. If she is not careful, tens of millions of people may die miserably.

To make such a decision, or to convince the entire continent that she dares to make such a decision, requires her to have an extremely strong will.

The will is extremely strong and naturally ruthless. This is the supreme way.

Xu Yourong's brows furrowed slightly, looking a little weak and pitiful.

No one has ever seen her like this.

Even when she was seriously injured and about to die in Zhou Garden, even someone as close as Chen Changsheng had not seen her.

Only the smooth stone path on Muyu Valley and the tree on the cliff have been seen before.

The index fingers of both hands touched lightly in the breeze.

She looked at the place where her fingertips met and said to herself: "You can do it, you can do it."

With a seemingly weak and timid murmur, her eyelashes gradually stopped trembling.

She raised her head and looked at the slightly raised grassland again, her eyes calm.

The ultimate peace is indifference.

Not to mention a piece of green grass, not even a huge flood can make her care.

"May the Holy Light be with you forever."

Xu Yourong turned around and walked outside the Baicao Garden.

As the hem of her skirt flickered, wild flowers sprouted from the green grass, and then golden flames suddenly appeared and turned into nothingness.

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It wasn't very far from Xunmei's hut to the bottom of the Shinto. When Chen Changsheng, Gou Hanshi and others rushed there, it didn't take long.

But Wang Po was gone for a long time.

The iron sword had been unsheathed at some point and was held in his hand.

If people see this scene, they will definitely be shocked and confused.

When he was fighting Tieshu in the wind and snow that year, he didn't draw his sword for a long time, and it wasn't until the end that he cut through the sky and the earth with one sword.

Why did he pull out the iron sword so early today? Who is he planning to kill?

What Wang Po wants to kill is not a human being.

Today's Mausoleum of Heaven's Book is extremely deserted. There are no monks watching the monument. Even the attendants of the monument don't know where they are.

Even if these people are here, no one is qualified to let him use the sword.

What he cut were the branches that were skewed and blocking the road, the decayed fences, and the bluestones that were uneven due to age and disrepair.

As the iron knife fell, the branches turned into chips, the bamboo fence turned into powder, and the bluestone turned into powder. Then they were blown away by the wind and became flat and new.

After he left, the clear knife marks on the mud and bluestone gradually disappeared, but the knife intention disappeared into a deeper space, covering something.

Wang Po walked to the bottom of the Shinto and looked at the pavilion that once existed.

Now the world already knows that the historical god general at that time had already broken into the realm of divinity.

No wonder Xunmei had just woken up from her dream that night and at her peak, she still couldn't pass him.

Who will stop him from breaking into Shinto today?

Wang Po did not walk towards the Shinto, but quietly waited for the person's arrival.

His iron sword was sheathed again, but the power of the sword still stretched between heaven and earth, and it continued to slowly increase.

He won't be in a hurry, because the longer the time goes by, the more perfect Ji Yun's sword will be, until it is perfect and there will be no more gaps.

Maybe it was for this reason that it didn't take long before the person he was waiting for appeared.

The breeze stirred the clear water in the shallow canal, creating countless fine ripples and forming countless complicated and difficult-to-understand patterns.

The water patterns seemed to hide the wonderful meaning of the creation of heaven and earth, which diluted Wang Po's sword power a lot.

Shang Xingzhou appeared on the Shinto, his Taoist sleeves were fluttering, his black hair was neatly combed, and he looked impressive.

Wang Po said: "Sure enough, there is nothing new."

He was not surprised by Shang Xingzhou's appearance. No one would be surprised.

The person in the world today who has the ability to stop him from entering the divine way is Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou did not answer the call.

He cares more about actual results than words.

He looked at Wang Po with admiration in his eyes, as if he were looking at his most outstanding junior.

But that appreciation eventually turned into regret.

In his plan, Wang Po would play a very important role in the subsequent Northern Expedition, and he was even prepared to hand over the important task of conquering Xue Lao City to the other party.

It's a pity that such an excellent human race strongman is going to die today.

A rain fell on the sky of Tianshu Mausoleum at the same time as Shang Xingzhou arrived.

It was not a spring rain, but a rain of arrows.

Accompanied by a dense buzzing sound, countless feather arrows and crossbow bolts fell like a heavy rain.

Those arrow branches had violent friction with the air, bringing out streaks of fire, in which the holy light shone faintly.

Wang Po didn't turn around, he had already sensed the arrival of the arrow rain.

He was a little surprised and a little emotional.

He did not expect that the Yu Lin Army outside the Tianshu Mausoleum actually had so many Holy Light Arrows.

Obviously, the imperial court had already predicted his appearance in the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book. Such a large number of Holy Light Arrows was a highly targeted terror method.

It turned out that three years ago he broke through the realm and became a saint by the Luoshui River, and the court began to prepare how to kill him.

Shang Xingzhou stood on the Shinto, also within the scope of the arrow rain, but he had no intention of leaving and just looked at Wang Po quietly.

It was like he was looking at a dead man.

He has been practicing Taoism for more than a thousand years, so he naturally has the ability to deal with holy light arrows, at least much better than Wang Po.

And if he doesn't leave, Wang Po won't be able to leave.

No matter how strong Wang Po's iron sword was, it was impossible to withstand his attack while slashing down the sky with rain of arrows.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared in a forest southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum.

That sword light was extremely pure.

A flying bird was frightened out, but before it could fly out of the forest, it was chopped down by another sword light.

That sword light was extremely bright.

Immediately afterwards, more and more sword lights swept through the woods.