Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng ran all the way, his boots shattered along the mountain road, and he carried away the smoke and dust. In just a moment, he had reached the mountainside.

He didn't know how far it was from Tianchi at the top of Hanshan Mountain. He only knew that he should hurry up and run as far as possible.

But at the next moment, he stopped because he felt something was wrong.

He felt the stone beads becoming hot.

Thunder suddenly sounded in the mountains. Was it the sound of hundreds of stones being forcibly moved and breaking the air?

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the cliff collapsing.

The sound got closer and closer, and the stone beads transformed into the Heavenly Book Monument became hotter and hotter, even becoming a little hot.

Suddenly, all sounds disappeared without a trace.

Something caught, or rather broke into, his eyes.

It was a seal. I don’t know what kind of stone it was carved from, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The stone seal swayed gently in the wind.

The seal is tied around a person's waist.

It's that middle-aged scholar.

Then, Chen Changsheng saw the hundreds of sky stones that came with the middle-aged scholar.

It was overwhelming, with extraordinary momentum. It was obviously an extraordinary thing that restricted his speed and tried to trap him, but it seemed to have become his ornament just like the seal.

This is a cliff, with a shallow pit dug out for an unknown year to serve as a road. The stone pit is full of moss.

Chen Changsheng was at the bottom of the cliff, and the middle-aged scholar was on the cliff, only a few dozen feet apart.

You humans like to do this kind of cocooning thing the most.

The middle-aged scholar looked at him and said calmly: I don't know if the Tianshi Formation's sealing of the mountain is a tactic. I only know that it will seal you in this mountain.

Chen Changsheng did not answer the call because it was meaningless.

There was no despair in his heart, it was because it was meaningless.

His consciousness fell on the black stone bead, and he was about to enter Zhou Garden for temporary refuge.

He didn't know if the middle-aged scholar had the ability to directly break through the spatial barrier of Zhou Garden - if his and Xu Yourong's original inferences were correct and this person had sneaked into Zhou Garden, then he would have entered Zhou Garden in front of him, Not safe. But at this time, there was a cliff behind him and he had entered a desperate situation. He had to try.

To his shock or expectation, he failed to enter Zhou Garden through the black stone.

Nothing changed, he was still in front of the cliff of Hanshan Mountain.

I don’t know if it’s because the Hanshan Sky Stone Formation seals off all space, or if the middle-aged scholar is powerful enough to affect the laws of space at a close enough distance.

In short, he failed to enter Zhou Garden and lost his last resort.

But he still did not despair.

He raised the Wugou sword, held the hidden scabbard, and looked at the middle-aged scholar with a calm expression.

That was an enemy he could not defeat, but so what?

The middle-aged scholar had a look of approval in his eyes and said, You should know my purpose.

Chen Changsheng nodded.

The middle-aged scholar said: I will eat you up slowly with a cherished heart.

Chen Changsheng said: I know the last move of Lishan Sword, and I can burn both jade and stone. Senior Su Li passed me a burning sword, and I can burn myself into a pile of ashes.

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said: Are you going to threaten me with death? Although fresh prey tastes better, I don't mind showing some mercy and killing you first.

Chen Changsheng said: But you never killed me.

Yes, if the middle-aged scholar was really determined to kill him, he would be dead no matter whether he had the yellow paper umbrella, the thousand-mile button, or the letter.

The middle-aged scholar's smile gradually faded and he said expressionlessly: It's not that easy to die in front of me.

I want to try.

In Xunyang City, when Wang Po faced Zhu Luo, he said these four words. He wanted to try to see if he could stab Zhu Luo with his sword. Today in Hanshan, Chen Changsheng also said these four words. He wanted to see if he could burn himself to ashes before the other party did.

Ten Thousand Swords were chirping slightly in their scabbards, preparing for the final charge. The envelope was clenched in their hands, ready to release the final sword at any time.

The true energy flows with difficulty in the broken meridians, and a storm arises in the ocean of consciousness, preparing for the final burning.

He was really calm when it came to making this decision.

Of course, it is inevitable that there is still some reluctance.

He still has a lot of unfinished business.

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Time passed slowly, Wan Jian was still not unsheathed, he was not burning, he was still alive.

It was not because the middle-aged scholar controlled his body, but because two people appeared in front of the cliff.

Two men walked out of the ivy on the cliffside.

One man had white hair and looked a little nervous, especially when he looked at the middle-aged scholar, his eyes were full of fear. The other person has a vicissitudes of life on his face, but his age cannot be discerned. He is wearing ordinary clothes and has a very calm expression, as if he is just a tourist looking for the scenery.

But he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Because when he appeared on the scene, the middle-aged scholar no longer looked at Chen Changsheng, but looked at him.

Previously at the Shandao River, neither Liu Qing nor Xiao De, nor Old Man Tianji's Hanshan Heavenly Stone Formation, could really remove the middle-aged scholar's gaze from Chen Changsheng, because of his purpose of leaving Xue Lao City after a thousand years. , that is Chen Changsheng.

To middle-aged scholars, no one is more important than Chen Changsheng.

However, when he looked at the tourist-looking man, he looked so seriously.

The landscape on his face suddenly disappeared, and then disappeared without a trace, revealing his original image.

Is this respect or caution? Who in the world deserves his respect? Need him to be vigilant? Tianhai? Pope? Or Bai Di?

No, that man who looked like a tourist was obviously not one of the three saints.

But to the middle-aged scholar, he is far more worthy of his respect and vigilance than those three saints.

The slightly cold wind whistled among the cliffs. The night sky was gradually cracked by thousands of sky stones, and it was still dim and even seemed a little tragic.

No one spoke for a long time, and the atmosphere among the cliffs seemed very strange.

The middle-aged scholar and the tourist-looking man looked at each other without saying a word. Wind and thunder gradually accumulated at the intersection of their eyes, and then gradually faded away, like flowing clouds.

Chen Changsheng knew that the situation had finally turned for the better, because of that man who looked like a tourist, but who was this man?

He simply couldn't think of anyone else in the world besides the Holy Queen, His Majesty the Pope and the White Emperor who could make the middle-aged scholar take him so seriously that he could temporarily let him go.

I don't know how long it took, but the middle-aged scholar finally spoke. His voice sounded extremely emotional, even sentimental: You are indeed not dead.

The man smiled slightly and said: Your Majesty is not dead, how could I die?

The middle-aged scholar looked at him with pity and said, But he died after all.