Fighter of the Destiny

Countless footprints suddenly appeared in the scorched earth of Wanliu Garden, like stars.

The stargazer has disappeared without a trace, or has left Tianliang County.

Zhu Luo looked into the distance with extremely complicated emotions on his face.

Actually went to Hanshan?

If it had been that year, of course he would have rushed to Hanshan with the stargazers at this time.

Just like those strong men on the mainland who received the message from Old Man Tianji at this time.

But now that he is old and injured, there is no way he can get there.

Suddenly, he felt a trace of regret about what happened in Xunyang City last year.

If he hadn't killed Su Li at that time, he would have had the opportunity to kill that person today.

This is what you should do!

It’s something you should do even if you die!

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There were not many figures flying towards Hanshan, but they were all the strongest in the human world.

On the distant bank of the Red River, the majestic Baidi City was quiet and everything was as usual. The only strange thing was the white clouds at the top of the city.

In the Kyoto Imperial Palace, the summer sunshine shines on the Gandai Terrace, and those night pearls are so bright and dazzling during the day.

The Holy Queen Tianhai stood in this light, looking into the distance with an indifferent expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the secluded hall at the deepest part of the palace, the Pope quietly looked at the pot of green leaves in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the snowfield north of Hanshan Mountain, even in midsummer, the wind is biting and the snow is constant.

Standing alone in the wind and snow, if you don't go to the nearest place, you can't find his existence at all.

Because he was covered in white, from his hair to his clothes, it was so white that it was shocking.

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In the cold mountain, the middle-aged scholar looked at the sky stones suspended in the air, stopped talking to the old man Tianji at the top of the mountain, and fell silent.

Is this also a trap set up by humans and monsters?

The stones in the sky slowly fell.

Dozens of stones, covered with moss, water stains, and gravel, were floating around his body. The picture looked a bit strange.

The middle-aged scholar raised his eyebrows, and a chill grew in the depths of his indifferent eyes.

The lonely and uninhabited world on his face was followed by heavy wind and snow.

The wind and snow among the cliffs moved violently, sweeping towards the rocks.

Only countless shrill cutting sounds were heard, and snow flakes fell on the surface of the stones.

These Heavenly Stones have the same origin as the Heavenly Book Stele. They come from outside the sky and are not extraordinary objects. Even the divine weapons on the Hundred Weapons List would find it difficult to leave traces on them.

The wind and snow formed by the middle-aged scholar between the heaven and the earth can easily cut into pieces the ascetics who lead the secluded realm, but it cannot cut into pieces those heavenly stones. But the momentum of those sky stones slowly surrounding him was still blocked by the huge force carried by the wind and snow.

By the lakeside at the distant peak, the wrinkles on Old Man Tianji's face became deeper and the look in his eyes became more solemn.

In today's world, only Old Man Tianji is qualified to judge the strength of the middle-aged scholar, because he is the oldest person among the Five Saints and the Eight Directions Wind and Rain. He comes from the last era when wild flowers bloomed, and he has seen that with his own eyes. An earth-shattering battle.

He did not expect that the other party had been hiding in Xuelao City for thousands of years. It was unknown whether his injuries had healed, but his level of strength was actually even more terrifying than before.

Separated by a distance of more than a hundred miles, he had the help of the Hanshan Heavenly Stone Formation, but he was still no match for the other party, and he actually suffered internal injuries in just one encounter. Sure enough, he is recognized as the strongest person in the history of the demon clan... If Zhou Dufu hadn't appeared in the human world, maybe he would have become the master of this continent a thousand years ago, right?

The wind, snow and sky stones are still colliding.

Old Man Tianji's face became paler and paler, and he discovered that the Hanshan Heavenly Stone Formation really couldn't trap the opponent.

But he must persist, because as long as he can trap the middle-aged scholar in Hanshan for a while, strong support from the human world may arrive.

Whether it is the nearest Zhuluo stargazer or the fastest Infinite Bi, as long as they come over, this sudden battle that is very likely to change the situation on the continent will be able to win a turn, and the human world will most likely win. The best chance of victory in the past thousand years.

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The middle-aged scholar knew what Old Man Tianji wanted to do.

He believed that this was not a trap set by the human race, because just before last night, neither the military advisor nor himself thought that he would appear in Hanshan today.

After losing a move in the Central Plains, he returned to Xue Lao City and never came out again. It has been a thousand years.

A big shot like him has his own destiny, and his words, deeds, thoughts and judgments coincide with the way of heaven, so it is difficult for others to be included in the game.

Baidi City was too far away, and he was very sure that Tianhai and the Pope were in Kyoto.

But if it is really delayed by the Hanshan Sky Stone Formation for too long, the situation may really change.

He never liked change, because change was often trouble.

Now it was his turn to make a choice.

Should we seize the opportunity to break through the formation and leave Hanshan and return to our own country before the change occurs, or should we stay for a while and finish that matter first?

When Old Man Tianji made the decision to sacrifice the human cultivators and demon masters on the mountain road and the stream and trap him in the cold mountain, he must have hesitated very quickly.

For him, the choice at this time does not require any hesitation, or even no choice.

Because in his opinion, it doesn’t take much time to do that.

In his eyes, there was really no difference between that young man and an ant, even though that young man was a monastic genius who shocked the entire continent.

He no longer paid attention to the sky stones falling slowly towards the broken snow, withdrew his gaze and looked at the mountain road again.

Chen Changsheng and the human practitioners were on the mountain road.

He was very calm, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

As the middle-aged scholar's eyes dropped again, the people on the mountain path became desperate.

Liu Qing, who was on the grass beside the stream, was also desperate.

Even Zhexiu and Tang Sanshiliu were in despair.

Chen Changsheng didn't. Looking at the smiling and silent middle-aged scholar, he even inexplicably thought of someone he shouldn't have thought of at this time.

The middle-aged woman who once sat across from him drinking tea in the Herb Garden.

He didn't know if it was because they didn't say anything, but he felt that the middle-aged scholar and the middle-aged woman were a bit imaginary.

Of course, he knew this must be an illusion.

Because he already knew who this middle-aged scholar was.

He knew what the other party was here for.

That night when he was ten years old, the elder brother waved the cattail leaf fan all night and told him that only a saint could control his greed and desire for him.

In the following years, he paid great attention to hiding the strangeness of his body, until Dapeng and Nanke smelled the fragrance in Zhou Garden.

The middle-aged scholar is Nanke's father, or that's how he knows it.

And he is certainly no saint.

He is the devil.

Chen Changsheng felt that in the sight of the middle-aged scholar, he was naked, lying on the wet chopping board, having been disemboweled and covered in blood.

He is not afraid of death, but he is really afraid of this feeling.

He doesn't want to be eaten like fish.

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(Today’s chapter.)