Fighter of the Destiny

Before the opening of the Zhou Garden, before the rainbow was born, Lishan had already entered a state of full alert. Xiaosong Palace and the three elders of the Discipline Hall were sitting in various places on the mountain road. The Lishan Ten Thousand Sword Formation was hidden in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. He prepared to kill the incoming enemy, but still failed to do it completely. It was not until the head of Lishan used his real sword to roar that the rainbow stabilized, and at the same time, the alien aura in the rainbow was completely eliminated. Unfortunately, It was too late to stop the demons from closing the gate of Zhou Garden.

If you want to reopen the gate of Zhouyuan and let out the hundreds of human practitioners who entered it, in addition to the formations arranged by many strong men outside Hanqiu City, the most important thing is still the rainbow that originates from Mount Li. After all, the key is Here, in the past period of time, Lishan has been silent, and everyone is paying attention to the movement on the top. At this time, watching the master finally walk out of the cave, people who have been waiting for a long time rushed forward, bowed down and saluted, Xiaosong Gong looked solemnly and asked: Brother, how is the situation?

The head of Lishan looked at the night sky in the east, looked at the still bright star, and said: In the early morning, Zhouyuan will be able to restart.

After hearing this, Xiao Songgong breathed a sigh of relief, but found that the master's senior brother's expression was still serious, especially the Jinghu Sword Intention in his eyes, which made him feel extremely uneasy and asked: Are there any other changes?

The head of Lishan withdrew his gaze to the east, followed the rainbow, and landed on the location of Hanqiu City in the north, and said: Something big is happening in Zhou Garden, and there are already signs of collapse. I don't know the people inside. Can you still hold on until morning?

The Lishan Sword Sect disciples present were shocked when they heard this, but they did not dare to make any noise. After a while, an elder from the Discipline Hall asked worriedly: Is there any other way?

The head of Lishan was silent, so people naturally understood what he meant. A disciple asked: How is Senior Brother doing now?

Following his question, many Lishan disciples turned their attention to the closed door of the cave. For the younger generation of Lishan disciples, it seemed that nothing could trouble the senior brother, even though they knew the senior brother's level of cultivation. It's definitely not as good as the masters and uncles, but I still subconsciously place my hopes on him.

The head of Lishan looked at the disciples and said: In order to reopen the gate of Zhouyuan as soon as possible, your senior brother has burned almost all the true dragon's blood in his body, and you want to go faster? Do you want him to waste all his cultivation? Or? Do you want him to die under this rainbow?

The disciples were shocked when they heard this and did not dare to say anything.

At this moment, a voice came from the cave: Master, disciple... I still want to try again.

This voice is so tired and looks extremely weak, but it is still as clear and pleasant as usual. The emotion in the voice is still so calm, calm, confident, and firm. More importantly, this voice is still as usual. In that way, no matter what situation you encounter, you will never be depressed, and you will have a sense of freedom and even carefreeness.

Listening to this voice, the disciples felt a little at ease for some reason, just like they usually do.

The head of Lishan looked at the cave and said in a deep voice: If you try again, you may die.

The voice disappeared for a moment, and then rang again, still calm and extremely firm: Junior Sister is still in Zhou Garden.

This is the reason, this is the truth, this is the reason and truth that the whole world knows and is willing to believe. The head of Lishan heard for the first time real anxiety in the seemingly calm voice of his most beloved disciple. How could he bear to stop it?

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Deep in the grassland where energy storms are everywhere, the mausoleum is surrounded by violent hurricanes. All the water on the grassland has long been evaporated, and the wet mud has turned into dry gravel. With the wind, it moves between the sky and the earth. Dancing wildly, sand and dust drifted in from the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, dimming the light.

Xu Yourong leaned on Chen Changsheng's shoulder and whispered, Will we die?

She was brought back from the brink of death not long ago and was very weak at this time, both physically and mentally. Chen Changsheng's eyes crossed the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and stared at the ten stone pillars in the wind and sand around the mausoleum. Thinking about the results of her previous calculations, she was making some comparisons. Suddenly, after listening to her words, she thought about it and said : Maybe...but I won't let you die.

Xu Yourong said softly: If you hadn't given me the blood before, I would have been dead. But actually I wasn't afraid of death at that time, but I am now. I don't know why.

Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said, Or... is it because you have a reason to live?

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, Maybe.

Chen Changsheng laughed from the bottom of his heart and said, I'm very happy.

Xu Yourong looked at him and smiled and said, I'm very happy too, but the more this happens, the less I want to die.

Chen Changsheng said seriously: Yes, so I am thinking about how to survive.

Xu Yourong joked: Are you good at thinking of solutions?

No, but how to survive... I think about it a lot.

After saying this, he continued to observe the wind and sand around the mausoleum, and the scenes in the wind and sand, especially a certain area that was previously covered by white grass and is now covered by gravel and monster corpses. Many monsters have died, and more monsters are fighting against the storm, or being swept around by the storm. Death will come sooner or later. Except for the yellow paper umbrella in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, there is no one left. Anywhere can provide shelter to these once powerful and violent beings.

At this moment, a black shadow crossed the violent energy turbulence and howling wind and sand, and came to the main entrance of the mausoleum like lightning. It followed the tiny gap on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, came to the inside of the umbrella, and landed heavily. On the heavy stone door of the mausoleum, the stone door was smashed with a muffled sound, and several cracks appeared on it.

The one who was able to avoid the energy storm released by the Heavenly Book Monument, was able to ignore the wind and sand in the sky, and almost knocked over the main entrance of the mausoleum... was a bird. The bird was covered in hair and looked anything but beautiful. Its right claw was missing and its body was covered in blood. It looked like a pheasant that had just escaped from a hunter's arrow.

The pheasant slipped from the center of the crack in the stone door and fell to the ground. It stood up with difficulty on one foot, twisted its neck, and flapped its wings to remove all the ash and water from its wings. It looked somewhat satisfied. , then looked at the windy sand on the edge of the yellow paper umbrella, and let out a few angry screams. The space under the yellow paper umbrella was very small, and all the gravel blown out by the pheasant fell on the heads and faces of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, making the two of them cough uncontrollably.

Listening to the cough, the pheasant remembered something. His pair of strange, golden eyes turned twice, and then became extremely quiet in an instant, without even looking at Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong. , retreated quietly, as if wanting to avoid their sight. The problem is, there is such a large area under the umbrella, where can it hide?

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(It’s not Nanke, it’s not Suzaku, it’s definitely different from Yi Xiaopang. The next chapter will be before 7 o’clock. Today’s update will have fewer words.)