Fighter of the Destiny

All the clouds in the night sky dispersed at the edge, and the stars were extremely bright. Countless rivers rose from the ground, turning into a piece of hookah dozens of miles long, surrounding the Tianshu Mausoleum, like a belt, with green lotus branches and pink lotus flowers inside. Faintly visible, it looks extremely beautiful.

Compared with the beautiful scenery that seems not to be in the world, the real world is extremely miserable. The houses in the southern city of Kyoto either collapsed or were washed away by the water. I don’t know how many people died. Cries for help and cries of pain kept coming one after another, even though they were still far away. It didn't sound real, but it was still very frightening.

Those strong cultivators who sneaked around the Tomb of the Book of Heaven at night were directly affected by the impact of the collision between the Qingye World and the Tomb of the Book of Heaven. The priests with slightly lower cultivation levels were directly shocked to death. Those from various sects and families The elders and worshipers were also injured. The girl named Mu Jiu Shi's face was as white as snow, with a streak of blood hanging from the corner of her lips. She was no longer as bright as before, and her expression was very gloomy. Only Mao Qiuyu, Wuwu Bi and Bieyanghong were not affected at all because they were in the sea of ​​lotus and protected by the gentle water.

The piece of green leaves slowly floated back into the night sky from the top of the peak, and there was another strong gust of wind for no apparent reason.

People's eyes returned from Qingye to the peak, looking at the figure of Queen Tianhai, with fear and awe mixed together, and they were speechless at all.

The Heavenly Book Monument is very large and square. Logically speaking, it cannot be held by one hand.

But she just casually held the Heavenly Book Monument in her hand, or rather carried it in her hand.

His Majesty the Pope's Green Leaf is the real world. It has almost infinite weight and can crush everything. Even the Shuangyu Divine Spear and the Two Broken Swords cannot confront it head-on. However, since the Heavenly Book Stele came into the world in the first year of Taishi, no matter wind, rain, space transformation or the passage of time, it cannot change its appearance. From this point of view, the Heavenly Book Stele has a nearly eternal existence and cannot be destroyed. exist. Just like the famous fable in Dao Zang Gui Yuan Lun, what happens when a spear that can pierce anything meets a shield that can't pierce anything?

The fable is just a fable and does not give a real answer. The first encounter between Qingye and the Heavenly Book Monument also does not lead to a conclusion. From this point of view, the Heavenly Book Monument is the most suitable and powerful weapon against the Qingye World. The question is, except for the Holy Queen Tianhai, who has such a terrifying ability to hold a Heavenly Book Monument in his hand as a weapon? Who has the courage to think of using the Heavenly Book Monument as a weapon?

This world-shaking battle has not ended yet. It has just begun. The starlight is refracted again, the space is distorted again, and the green leaf once again floats towards the top of the Tomb of the Book of Heaven.

The country, the country, and the country are all in it, and countless sounds are heard one after another. It is the cracking of earth, the moving of mountains, the breaking of rivers, and the coming of the world again.

Queen Tianhai held the stone tablet and smashed it down on the green leaf again.

Unlike the last time, there was no sound this time, not to mention all the thunder from ancient times to the present, not even the chirping of dying insects in the autumn rain, just silence.

That's because all the weight, power, and breath are completely and even perfectly flowing back and forth between the green leaves and the stone tablet, without any trace being released between heaven and earth.

The ground at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum suddenly fell half a foot downward.

Queen Tianhai's face became a little pale, and a stream of blood flowed from her fingers, dyeing a corner of the stone tablet red.

His Majesty the Pope's face became even paler, there seemed to be a lot of dust on his crown, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as the Loess Plateau where it had not rained for thousands of years.

The dozens of miles of water belt on the mountainside of Tianshuling Mountain fell to the ground, like a heavy rain.

The green leaves were like wet paper, stuck to the top of the Heavenly Book Stele, trembling constantly, and the leaves gradually tore apart.

It is obvious that in this most extreme power confrontation, the Queen of Tianhai has the upper hand!

The two most powerful Taoists in the thousand-year history of the state religion, mysterious monks from a foreign continent, are both peerless experts at the saint level.

The Holy Queen of Tianhai holds the Heavenly Book Tablet and fights with her body and soul. She does not fall below and even vaguely wants to win these three battles!

So domineering, so strong, no matter what the final result is, everyone has to admit that she is the strongest person under the starry sky!

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The highest point is the peak. When you are strongest, you cannot get stronger. The phoenix dances for nine days and will eventually fall.

At the most critical moment in the battle between Holy Queen Tianhai and the three saints, she showed an unimaginable level of strength and all her strength.

This also means that she cannot have any more incredible means.

Bie Yihong knew this truth very well. He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

He glanced at Wuwu Bi, and the string that tied his fingers together suddenly broke.

Wuxianbi's face turned pale, and the whisk in his hand danced at high speed, taking in all the strings that had been broken into dozens of pieces.

That silent breath, like the cold waves of the Dead Sea, was suddenly mixed with a fresh breath of life. These two completely different breaths, not only did not conflict with each other, but actually merged into each other in a very short period of time. Together, it creates an indescribable symbol of vicissitudes of life.

Life and death are originally two sides of the same body. Only when they merge can the truth of the world be revealed.

The lotus leaves kept swaying, and the lotus flowers moved inside. This breath surged toward the top of the Shinto, appearing extremely powerful. The space in front of the Tianshu Mausoleum was filled with the smell of vicissitudes of life.

They are the only couple in the storm in all directions, and they can also be said to be the strongest couple in the entire world except Bai Di and his wife.

When they really join forces to deliver the strongest blow, they must be treated with caution even if they are as powerful as the Holy Queen of Tianhai.

But at this time, all the power of Queen Tianhai is in the Heavenly Book Stele, Taoism is in Luoyang City, and her soul is thousands of miles away. How to deal with it?

There is a ruins deep in the lotus sea. There used to be a pavilion there. Under the Shinto, all those who want to climb the Tomb of Heavenly Books, whether human or breath, must pass there.

When the vicissitudes of the different reds and infinite blues rolled over, there was a sigh.

This sigh was also full of vicissitudes of life, and seemed very sad.

One hand held the dark iron gun.

There was a strong wind in the Tianshu Mausoleum, and countless acres of lotus seas made ripples. The lotus leaves swayed, throwing the pearl-like water droplets all over the sky.

That iron spear is not as ordinary as it looks. It is the most powerful iron spear in the sky and on earth. It can even be said to be the most powerful magic weapon in thousands of years.

History holds an iron gun and points it into the depths of the night.

The bleak autumn wind has arrived again.

Between heaven and earth, everything is withered.

From the depths of the lotus sea, two muffled sounds of unique red and infinite blue sounded.

Shiqing looked at that place with an indifferent expression, without speaking or looking at his feet.

There is a lunch box at his feet.

The rice and fried bacon with green peppers in the lunch box had already been eaten clean, and now there was some water left, sloshing around.

Wherever the iron spear was directed, the green leaves in the lotus sea withered, looking like starving ghosts tied to the yellowing stems and branches.

He looked at the rapidly withering lotus sea and thought of the many corpses he had seen along the way from the north many years ago.

His tribe looked very different from humans, but after starving to death, they strangely became somewhat similar, perhaps because they were all dry.

He didn't starve to death, but he was about to turn into a ghost. His eyes were greener than the wolf rider, and he was so thin that only his bones were left.

Just when he thought he could not get out of the snowfield, he met His Majesty.

His Majesty's expression was gentle, his eyebrows were raised, and his words were concise and powerful.

Your Majesty asked History, are you hungry?

History nodded.

His Majesty said to history, then follow me from now on, and keep your food to your heart's content.

After thinking for a long time, Han Qing nodded.

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Thousands of years later.

Looking at the lotus sea, looking at the withering lotus leaves and lotus flowers that look like hanged ghosts, starved ghosts, and drowned ghosts, history nodded again.

Then he used all his strength and threw the iron spear!

The whistle of the iron gun rose through the air, and the heaven and earth were shocked when they heard it, and the ghosts and gods cried when they heard it.

In front of the iron spear, all the lotus flowers are scattered, the whole world is withered, and the relationship between life and death is broad.

The iron spear is like a boat, breaking through the water like a piece of grass, breaking through the shadow, like an arrow, breaking through the clouds, breaking through the heart of the sky.

Where to go?

Deep in the lotus sea?

Between the green leaves?

The old view of the ancient capital, or the old temple thousands of miles away?

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(This chapter corresponds to the chapter on Shang Nengfeng.)