A strong wind blew away the fog.

Standing majestically in the center of heaven and earth, the stele made a rustling sound, and the fine dust particles were swept up by the wind.

On the mountain road of Changling, a white robe was blown by the wind, and its fluttering posture was like a drop of loose ink.

The young man in his white robe, with a resolute face, his hands raised, his body and bones unmoved in the fierce wind of the hunt, climbed towards the top of the mountain under the pressure of the whole world.

Step by step.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the greater the suffocating pressure.

The blades of grass on both sides of the mountain road were so pressed by the "True Dragon Throne" that they couldn't raise their heads.

The air is tight.

This is the throne of the Great Sui Emperor...... For hundreds of years and thousands of years, the first emperor was the first to sit on the throne, and every subsequent enthroner, after mastering the power of the throne, has mastered the majestic power that sweeps across the four realms.

If you put all the treasures in the world in one name.

Those few pieces are extremely rare, and the innate spirit treasures naturally bred by heaven and earth are absolutely crushing, and they are unbeatable.

And the True Dragon Throne is the most powerful one among the innate spirit treasures, and it is the only treasure weapon that has both offense and defense.

It's a pity that the price of urging the True Dragon Throne is too great.

......

......

Mountaintop.

The mountain guard's hands pressed down in the void and pressed on both ends of the throne, and she barely isolated the throne from the outside world with her "identity".

She was waiting for someone.

The man who climbed the mountain trail.

The mountain trail ...... And the one who was able to sit on the throne and complete the enthronement.

Her gaze looked down the mountain.

Fog spreads.

A thin and resolute figure, against the wind, trekked step by step.

The expression under the mask of the mountain keeper was a little complicated, her gaze crossed Li Bailin, and continued to sweep towards the bottom of the mountain road, the wind swept over the white robe, hanging on the ancient tree of Changling, the wind was fierce, tearing the white robe into several pieces, and swept towards the bottom of the mountain.

A scabbard slapped open and provoked the white robe.

The young man sitting on horseback, his hair was tied up like a ball, his demeanor was calm, his hand raising the knife was extremely steady, he picked up the white robe that Li Bailin threw down at the foot of Changling Mountain, slowly flipped his wrist, turned a knife flower in the air with the knife, and then gently threw the knife downward, the tip of the knife wrapped in a white robe, and suddenly inserted it into the ground.

Around his waist hung a shiny white token, the narrow arc was like the forehead of a dragon, the token was carved with a hideous entrenched dragon, and the white scales were concave and convex one by one, layer upon layer, and the scales were like flowing water.

White Dragon Order.

Rushing from the Spring Breeze Teahouse Mansion in the Imperial City of Tiandu, he was not as anxious as Li Bailin, on the contrary, his face was calm, and there was no even any waves...... Because he has something to do, there is no risk and there is no need to worry...... What an unacceptable cost comes from failure?

The prince's robe was lifted by the wind, and he carried a long curved object wrapped in black cloth on his back, and a bag of narrow arrows around his waist.

Li Baijiao slowly removed the shoulder strap from his shoulder, allowing the arrow to slide to the side of his side, and gently inserted it into the ground as if he had thrown a knife before.

Then he brought the long, curved object wrapped in black cloth to his front with both hands, and slowly untied the cloth bag, revealing a long, slender and hideous white bow.

It's like the token on your waist.

The bow body is bent into a strong and powerful arc, full of power, like an old Jiao going to sea, the black cloth slides down, the prince holds the arrow platform of the longbow with one hand, and gently caresses the bow arm with the other hand, under the light touch of the fingertips, the upper and lower bow arms and the back of the bow slowly ignite the pale void fire

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Flame.

The prince's gaze slowly swept upward, looking at the top of Changling Mountain, the figure of the "difficult" climb.

His younger brother, in the midst of the pressure of Xuanhe on all sides of the throne, is ...... about what happened under the mountain Nothing.

Somewhat ridiculous.

But in fact, it has always been like this, this third brother who was born in the western realm, constantly forbears, and constantly retreats, even if he finally "survived" not long ago, even if he is about to ascend the throne.

He didn't know about it.

The chess pieces in the game, how can they know what the chess game behind the entire Tiandu looks like?

The prince brushed the hunched hand and came to his bun, and his two fingers twisted slightly, and in the faint light flashed, a slender and continuous black light was pulled out of the narrow bones of the bun.

Jiaolong tendons.

He silently pulled the strings, tightening them little by little.

There's still a lot of time.

His younger brother has just climbed halfway up the mountain at the moment, so there is no need to rush to do it...... He has to wait for the best time, this time, it must be subtle enough, perfect enough.

A man is exhausted by the coercion of the throne.

Then he managed to reach the top of the mountain.

So I completely let my guard down.

This was the moment he was waiting for.

The prince tightened the bowstring, and he raised his hand, stuck it in the arrow on the ground, and suddenly swept out a long line, which he grasped in the middle.

Arc narrow arrowhead.

Take a bow.

Upper arrows.

Aim.

The prince narrowed one eye, and he silently stared at the figure at the top of the mountain who was slowly climbing the mountain.

This mountain road is very difficult to walk, he has measured, walked, and given up.

He knows what it takes to get to the top of the mountain.

Time passed little by little.

For Li Bailin, the time to climb the mountain passed very slowly.

Every step he took to the throne was extremely difficult.

But the heart in the chest was beating extremely hot.

Closer and closer to the throne.

until the summit.

He took the final step, and the majestic pressure disappeared at the end of the mountain road, and the weight on his shoulders that weighed on his shoulders like a world suddenly lightened, causing him to stumble uncontrollably.

Reached the top.

Finally...... Reached the top.

He had the throne in front of him.

It is the summit of Changling.

It is the top of the mountain in the world of the Great Sui.

Li Bailin exhaled his long-depressed breath, for this moment, he almost shed his own blood on the mountain road, and the treasures he brought on his body were crushed by the power of the True Dragon Throne, and the mountain road along the way was filled with a faint golden light, and the blades of grass were stained with imperial blood, and he lowered his head and did not dare to straighten his back.

And the prince, who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, waited patiently and finally waited for this moment to come.

The wind in Changling became lighter.

This is a good thing, the arrowhead can be shot faster and sharper, without the slightest deviation.

The last moment.

In the bottom of his heart, the prince silently asked himself a question.

At this moment, kill your own brother in this way.

In the second half of his life, will he feel guilty and contaminated with such negative emotions as anxiety, pain and remorse?

This question, in Li Baijiao's heart, was answered in an instant.

No.

"Whoosh".

The prince let go of the hand that had taken the arrow.

This "whoosh"

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The sound was not easy, on the contrary, with a heavy sound of breaking wind, it shook the wind and thunder, as if someone had pushed a giant tree capable of breaking through the city wall.

In an instant, the arrow swept out against the mountain road of Changling.

The blades of grass were separated by dozens of feet, and they were swept apart by the majestic energy and shattered-

The stele that was close to it was directly cracked by the arrow qi.

Between heaven and earth, a line passes away.

......

......

Li Bailin, who climbed to the top of Changling Mountain, his pupils contracted suddenly.

In his chest, a fist-sized bloody wound suddenly shattered, and the rolling wind and thunder chiseled into his back, shattering his heart, disemboweling and piercing through, and then shooting out of the sky of Changling, and finally disappearing into the cirrus clouds in the sky.

Crimson-gold blood rolled out of his chest.

A long line of arrows, with a faint golden blood remaining.

Li Bailin's pupils, the color slowly faded, and the vitality collapsed very quickly.

He stared at the throne in front of him.

True Dragon Throne.

The seat of his dreams.

The mountain keeper's face turned his head and looked at himself, the expression under the skull mask as calm and indifferent as ever.

Isn't the mountain keeper waiting for himself......

What went wrong, did you do something wrong?

Why is this happening?

Did Xu Qingke miscalculate?

Li Bailin's eyes blurred, he smiled miserably, trying to use his last residual thoughts to drive his body closer to the throne......

He fell in a pool of blood, his consciousness was still there, the blood of the royal family gave him an extremely strong vitality, but the wound that pierced his chest, unless he could do it like his father, suppress the wound with divinity, endure the intense pain that inhuman could endure, and then continue to heal...... Otherwise, there is only a dead end.

In Li Bailin's ears, all the voices dissipated.

Wind.

The sound of swaying blades of grass.

The sound of the robe flying.

But a voice sounded slowly, stepping on the steps of Changling and slowly climbing to the top of the mountain.

"You're wrong, you're thinking too much and doing too little. ”

The man crouched down and spoke softly in his ear.

The crown prince stretched out a hand, closed his eyes for his younger brother, and muttered, "How could someone like my father be killed by you like this?"

He said softly: "The Western Frontier rebelled, and with the two heads of the Law Enforcement Department and the Intelligence Department, he gave Tiandu a big gift. The third child said that you were as timid as a mouse, but for hundreds of years, the entire Great Sui world had the courage to do this, and really did it...... It's just you. ”

The prince put on a gorgeous robe and dusted off his body.

Shen Yuanjun should make a move in the Lotus Pavilion at this moment, as long as he makes a move, no matter whether he can get the "key" or not, the Iron Law Great Array will definitely be suspended.

Then the battle of the Chenglong Hall will end...... This frenzy has finally come to an "end".

He looked at the True Dragon Throne, his gaze calm, without the slightest emotion, just as he had done in the Tiandu City for decades...... Practice, but don't kill, hide the edge, but don't show clumsiness.

He knows one thing better than anyone.

If the father and emperor did not "die of old age" and did not really die, then no one could take away this throne, and no one would be able to sit on it.

If the Father Emperor achieves immortality......

Then all those who have moved their minds will die.

Not a single one can escape.

(I'm sorry, because of some personal matters, I delayed the afternoon update, and I promise you that there will be no less outbreak.) So tonight, I'll write late, don't wait for children's shoes that don't stay up late. ）

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