Fighter of the Destiny

Bie Yihong said nothing, her calm expression said everything.

Everything is possible.

Xuanyuan Po suddenly felt a little cold, stood up and said, "I want to see the clan leader."

Bie Yihong said: "Even if you tell him your guess, there is no point."

Xuanyuan Po said anxiously, "Then why hasn't anyone come yet?"

"Neither Dao Zun nor Wang Po will come, because no one can be sure whether this is a game."

Bie Yihong looked at the dull crystal powder and the crooked wooden tower on the floor. After a pause, he continued: "In the eyes of all parties, my wife and I are now dead, so the human race can no longer bear it. The fall of a strong man in the sacred realm will directly overturn the structure of the entire continent."

Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and said, "I will try to kill him tomorrow."

Wuwu Bi leaned against the wall, covering his broken arm, and said with a look of resentment, "It's just you?"

Xuanyuan Po had learned to ignore her, and looked at Biyanghong and continued, "And I think someone will come to help me."

Bie Yihong understood what he meant. If it was as he guessed, there would definitely be many people and even big figures in the Monster Clan who would object as strongly as Xuanyuan Po.

In fact, he has now basically confirmed the truth of the whole matter, because the reason why he and Wuwu Bi were seriously injured was because Mrs. Mu joined forces with the demons.

Since he couldn't think clearly, he waited until something happened. Xuanyuan Po walked out of the house and started preparing dinner.

Smelling the smell of vegetable oil and eggplant coming from outside the door, Wan Wanbi's face showed an expression of extreme disgust.

In addition to braised eggplant, Xuanyuanpo also cooked half a pot of tofu with green onions and steamed a large bowl of rice. The most delicious thing was of course the dozen slices of bacon steamed on top of the rice.

Xuanyuan Po and Bieyang Hong ate very seriously and even enjoyed it a little.

Wuxianbi had a broken arm and it was very inconvenient for him to eat. He wanted to imitate Biyang Hong, wrapping rice in bacon and eating it together, but failed several times.

She became angry, threw her chopsticks on the counter, and cursed: "Just eat something that looks like pig food, no wonder you look like a pig!"

Bie Yihong glanced at her, as if she wanted to persuade her, but in the end she didn't say anything and just sighed.

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The streets and alleys of Xiacheng near the Red River always give people a wet feeling, no matter whether it rains or not, or because the sewage system here is not too developed and the quality of the people is not that high. Residents along the street always like to put sewage away. Even garbage is dumped directly on the street.

A shadow slowly floated among the garbage and greasy sewage all over the street, going down the stone steps, and finally arrived at Matsucho.

Matsucho these two nights was completely different from before. It seemed much quieter, but that didn't mean there were no people here.

The streets are full of people.

Soldiers from the Bear Clan, stewards of the Tang Family, and more than a dozen Tiannan monks, as well as the Archbishop of the Xihuang Taoist Temple and dozens of priests, surrounded the place.

However, you can't hear any noise here. If you don't distinguish carefully, you can't even hear breathing clearly.

With such a vigilant and meticulous defense system, it would be difficult for Xiao Zhang and Xiao De to sneak in even if they came in person.

But for that shadow, this is not too difficult, because he practices the Underworld Kung Fu and is naturally filthy, and is best at earth escape.

In the dead of night, the bear warriors, priests and Tiannan monks in Matsucho relaxed a little.

The shadow quietly came to the small courtyard at the end of the alley, sneaked into the night with the wind, followed the moss marks on the floor, and came to the door.

Xuanyuan Po sat cross-legged behind the door, eyes closed, already asleep.

He slept like this these past two nights.

Because this location is in front of the paper door, whoever wants to see the different red and infinite blue will wake him up.

The shadow stopped in front of the door and did not continue inside.

It wasn't because he felt the power of the iron sword that Xuanyuan Po was holding across his knees, but because he felt there were two people behind the paper door.

——Those crystals are almost broken, the wooden tower's mana has also faded a lot, and he is very close.

He could even vaguely outline the appearance of those two people in his sea of ​​consciousness.

A Taoist nun and a scribe.

This is exactly the person he is looking for.

Of course he was shocked. Before he could be surprised, he became afraid.

They were two powerful men in the sacred realm. Although they were seriously injured, he still did not dare to act rashly. He just wanted to retreat quickly and pass the news to Mrs. Mu.

The shadow quietly returned to the courtyard, drifted across the white cobblestones, came to the foot of the dwarf pine tree, and prepared to cross the wall.

At this moment, a divine thought fell on him.

The spiritual thought was not very powerful. The breath was very gentle, like soft filaments, and did not cause any harm to him.

But he didn't dare to move anymore, because the message from that divine thought was very clear.

If he wanted to forcefully break away from this spiritual thought, he would definitely alarm those outside the wall, and then suffer the most powerful suppression from the master of the spiritual thought.

And if he doesn't move, the owner of that divine thought won't move either, because the other party doesn't want to alarm those powerful monsters in Baidi City.

The night was deep and the stars were as bright as water. The dwarf pine trees under the courtyard wall trembled gently in the night wind, and the shadows of the trees also moved accordingly.

Time just moved forward slowly, and nothing happened.

Not even a sound.

Until a certain moment, there were cocks crowing, dogs barking, water boiling, and footsteps heard, and the streets gradually woke up.

The morning light falls in the courtyard, the sound of water indicates washing, and occasionally there is a few chats. Xuanyuan Po buys breakfast and comes back. He still eats beef buns, steamed buns, porridge and pickles prepared for Bieyang Hong and Wuxianbi. , only one more steamed dumpling than yesterday, still filled with tender melon, without any meat star.

There was a faint sound of chopsticks being thrown and stools being lifted up in the room.

Xuanyuan Po opened the door and walked out, shook his head helplessly, tied the Shanhai Sword around his waist, and left.

The priests outside the hospital also left with him, as did the stewards of the Tang family and more than ten Tiannan monks. Zhou officials were already waiting for him in front of the imperial city.

People in this neighborhood will go to see the excitement in front of the Imperial City today. Matsucho seems much quieter than usual this morning.

This small courtyard at the end of the alley is even more so, it's even so quiet that it's a little heart-stopping.

The morning breeze stirred the dwarf pine trees, and the shadows of the trees moved slightly, and the shadow was lifted up like a piece of paper.

Chusu dispelled the hiding technique and revealed his true body.

Mist gradually formed in the small courtyard, making it impossible for the morning light to penetrate.

In the brick channel with shallow water flowing in the corner, several small whitebaits turned over and died.

The color of the dwarf pine trees gradually turned black, as if they had not been washed by rain for many years and were stained with extremely thick dirt.

Moss gradually grew on the neatly piled firewood, and the wooden floor became a little wet.

The entire courtyard became extremely humid and felt a bit stuffy.

These mist and moisture all come from Chusu's body.

The sweat gushing out of the mud-like body soaked the tattered clothes and turned into a poisonous wet mist.

That divine thought was still attached to him.

A long night passed, and he could no longer hold on for much longer.

There were only two paths before him now.

Either quit, or move forward, but no matter which path he takes, he needs to break away from that spiritual thought and make the most decisive choice.

He chose the former without hesitation and prepared to escape.

This is how he survived in the deep stream covered by the Changsheng Sect's formation.

Later, he still survived like this when he was surrounded by strong men from the snowfield demon clan.

As long as he can live, he is willing to do any shameless thing, and in the future he will use thousands of times cruel means to retaliate.

Under this spiritual thought, he did not dare to use Earth Escape easily. Covered by the mist, the pair of ugly flesh wings behind him quietly broke through his clothes and moved.

However, at the next moment, he stopped moving, and the waving flesh wings gradually slowed down.

He stretched out his blood-red tongue, licked his dry and cracked lips, and smiled.

His smile was ugly, like the corpse of an insect cracked by the sun.

He turned around and looked into the fog, giggling in an unpleasant and sharp voice and said, "So, you are scaring me."

"The whole night, you didn't make a move against me, not because you were worried about alerting Madam Mu or other powerful monsters, but because your injuries are too serious now and there is no way to make a move, and you don't want that guy named Xuanyuan Po to take risks. You are facing me, that’s why you have this divine thought.”

The morning light fell in the courtyard and became a little brighter, illuminating the deep confusion in Chu Su's dark eyes.

"I would rather take the risk of facing me alone now or even the monster masters who may come in a steady stream later, but I am not willing to break my Xingzang last night and let the guy named Xuanyuan Po take a little risk. Why is this? Is it possible? Is that guy your close disciple, or... your illegitimate son?"

He walked forward slowly, and the mist gradually cleared, revealing the outline of the house.

There was no sound in the house, and no one answered his question.

Zhusu walked to the front of the house and only needed to walk forward two steps before his hand could touch the door.

His body was shaking a little, because of nervousness and excitement, and of course the lingering fear - although he was very sure that the situation was as he said before, he thought about what he would face next moment. Such a legendary couple was still uncontrollably terrified.

If he could, he would never step onto these two steps, reach out to push the door open, or even come to the front of the house.

Sweat poured out from his short body, the fog became thicker and thicker, the wooden floor became more and more wet, mushrooms grew in the firewood pile, and then decayed rapidly, the beams and all wooden things in the house began to decay at a high speed. Rotting, then festering, a damp and pungent smell enveloped the entire courtyard.

With a clicking sound, the main door in front of the house collapsed, revealing a paper door, and two figures behind the door could be vaguely seen.

A sigh sounded from behind the paper door.

The emotion contained in this sigh was not complicated, nor was there much emotion. It was just a simple sigh, which seemed particularly calm.

The hot and humid mist soaked into the wooden door, and the pieces of paper got wet, then rolled up, and fell one after another as the wooden frame collapsed, looking like snow flakes.

In the snowy sky, a different kind of red and infinite green sit against the wall.