Fighter of the Destiny

The soul of the Holy Queen of Tianhai is thousands of miles away, and the Taoist teachings are in Luoyang City. She is among the thunder clouds, one against three, three saints.

What remains on the top of Tianshu Mausoleum is her true body.

Even if she is the strongest person in the world, I believe that under the premise of fighting three saints at the same time, she will not be able to allocate her remaining strength to deal with other enemies.

In other words, at the top of Tianshuling Peak, she was in a defenseless stage. As long as someone could attack her body, she might be hurt.

Tonight, many powerful people came to the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

They have not yet entered the sacred realm. In normal times, they would not be able to pose any threat to Holy Queen Tianhai, but it is different now.

Of course, first they need to go through the Shinto to the top of the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

But history sits beneath Shinto, just as it has for the past six hundred years.

The history is very old.

He was a god general of the same era as Qin Zhong and Yu Gong. He had been sitting in the Tomb of Heavenly Books for more than six hundred years, covered in dust and rust. Can he still withstand the siege of these powerful men in the world?

It was a question worth thinking about, but he obviously wasn't thinking about it because he was eating.

Stir-fried bacon with green peppers were all produced in that garden. He ate quietly and seriously, not knowing whether he thought of Xunmei who came to the Shinto two years ago.

According to what he said before, it was Xun Mei's journey to the divine way that night and his pursuit of the truth that made him finally let go of everything and enter the sacred realm. So, is this meal a reminder?

No, this reminiscence should fall into the longer past, because there was a deeper emotion on that old face.

There are many powerful people in the world, but he is eating quietly. Does this kind of ignorance represent absolute confidence or something else?

Two years ago, when Xun Mei went to the Shinto to die, Mao Qiuyu was outside the Tianshu Mausoleum. He watched his junior brother die with his own eyes without any emotion.

The girl named Mu Jiu Shi showed a hint of anger on her face. As for the hidden masters from various sects who appeared out of the night, they also began to get angry.

The auras of those powerful men, filled with anger, gathered in front of the end of the Shinto.

History didn't respond at all, but he still ate his meal quietly and silently, as if the food that had gone cold was the most precious thing in the world.

In the river outside Tianshu Mausoleum, several pieces of stone tablets were broken and scattered on the ground.

Wuxianbi stood between the broken monuments, the resentment on his face gradually turned into vigilance and uneasiness, and finally into fear.

Tonight, in the wind and rain that came to Tianshu Mausoleum, Zhu Luo and Stargazer were dead, Bi Yihong was seriously injured, and she was the only one who still retained her full combat power.

At the previous moment, because of her husband's serious injury, she was indeed extremely angry and wanted to take action. Even though history showed an unfathomable level of strength, with the help of those strong men in the night, she believed that she could defeat him. However... no matter how vicious and cold her gaze was, History never looked at her.

History eats quietly.

The iron gun lay quietly beside him.

Then, she became afraid.

"Hel me up."

Bie Yihong was lying among the broken monuments, his face was extremely pale, and his breath was extremely weak, but his voice was still as calm as usual, with a heart-wrenching power.

He looked towards the summit of Tianshu Mausoleum, and his eyes fell on the figure of Queen Tianhai, with a bit of confusion and pain.

Between the robe of Queen Tianhai, there is a slightly wet red petal, and between her sleeves, there are more than a dozen holes through which meteors have passed.

He was the person involved in the brutal battle between breaths, and he knew that this was a gift left to Queen Tianhai after the death of the stargazer and his own serious injury.

He also noticed another problem.

Wuwubi helped him up, the whisk in her hand trembling slightly, just like her voice: "Let's go."

"Since I came here tonight, I didn't think about leaving alive."

Bie Yihong said calmly, and then her fingers trembled slightly.

The thin rope hanging on the little finger flew through the air, passed through the tiger's mouth, and wound around it several times.

He was seriously injured and couldn't even make a fist, so he entangled his fingers together and it became a fist.

He punched the dry river bed.

There was a bang.

This seemingly weak fist directly penetrated a large hole in the river bed, which was bottomless, and there was a faint sound of gurgling water underneath.

The image of the imperial chariot moved, and the dead rocks on the river appeared. At this time, the image of the imperial chariot was broken, and the formidable formation spirit was gone, and it was no longer possible to maintain the current scene.

The sound of water rushed, and countless springs gush out from the bottom of the river. In just an instant, they flooded the river bed again, soaking his and Wuxianbi's shoes.

Wuxianbi knew what he wanted to do, and her face became even paler, but she couldn't say anything to stop him.

The ground spring surged wildly, and the water surface in the river rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. Along with the thunder and lightning coming from high in the sky, the scene looked extremely strange.

A somewhat desperate scream burst out from Wuwu Bi's lips.

She and Bieyang Hong stood on the water, and the two auras spread out and enveloped the entire river in an instant.

The aura emanating from her body was dead, as if there were no lifeless blue waves.

The aura emanating from Bie Yihong's body was extremely fresh, as if it had endless life force.

The river finally overflowed the stone embankment and poured into the Tomb of Heavenly Books, slowly but unstoppably flowing towards the Shinto.

As the water waves flowed, green leaves gradually appeared, and within a few breaths, the entire water surface was covered with an endless expanse of water lilies.

Then, in this blue lotus sea, countless beautiful lotus flowers grew.

The lotus sea sways in the night wind, the lotus flowers are dazzling in the thunder and lightning,

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green.

The lotus in the sun is uniquely red,

There is water everywhere in Tianshu Tomb.

Mao Qiuyu stood on the side of the water, with a solemn expression and his sleeves fluttering.

The breeze on both sleeves is flowing everywhere for no reason.

Lotus leaves are constantly flying, lotus flowers are swaying gently, electric light illuminates the world, and moisture condenses into mist, forming an extremely beautiful picture that is unreal, like a fairyland.

Wonderland came before Shinto.

History is still eating, eating very seriously.

Cooking is a human matter, and he is going to the human world from Tianshu Mausoleum.

Bie Yihong wants him to return to the fairyland where he doesn't care about the world, and has no intention of stopping the world from ascending to the Shinto.

The sky was full of lotus leaves and lotus flowers, attacking his Taoist heart.

How will history choose?

Finally, he put down the lunch box in his hand.

Not because he couldn't handle the challenge of being a different kind of red, but because the meal was already finished.

He stretched out his hand to hold the iron gun and looked into the depths of the lotus sea.

Bi Yihong is deep in the lotus sea, covered in blood, her face is pale, but she is very calm.

He wants to kill Tianhai, and if people want to kill Tianhai, they must ascend to the divine way.

He is burning his true energy and realm at this time. Even if he can defeat history, he may not be able to continue living.

He didn't care because he was going to die.

The way to death is His way, it is His right path.

If you follow the path, you will never get lost in the lotus sea, and you will never shrink back. Covered in blood, he is so bright in the night, just like the red flowers among the green leaves.

But he didn't take action, he was waiting for the last opportunity.

Waiting for the old temple creek in Xining Town, waiting for the old view of Luoyang City, waiting for the night clouds above the earth to disperse.

He raised his head and looked quietly at the night clouds.

Everyone looked there.

There was constant thunder, lightning and lightning, the night clouds were shaking, and the wind was blowing hard.

It's not a human place.

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(I was supposed to be in Saipan these two days... The annual meeting was being held, and many author friends were watching the sea there. I was so sick that I couldn't stand it anymore. I only asked for leave the day before departure. When I returned home in Hubei, not only did I not see Well, it got worse. I had to adjust this water and soil problem too many times a year. Fortunately, I always insisted on taking medicine, and I started to feel better today. Don’t miss it. Also: Although there is water everywhere in Tianshu Mausoleum, it cannot Speaking of the water I wrote, I wrote very well... When I was recuperating recently, I rewatched Jiang Ye and felt the same way. I'm really good at it. I hope I can do better in the future.)