Hearing this, the surroundings of Shiping became extremely quiet.

Everyone understood that it must be Wang Po who had been viewing the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum for a year, and confirmed that it would be a waste of life to stay here, but he was reluctant to leave like many people, so he also tried to take a shortcut, but in the end he just stood in front of this line for a night, and when the morning light rose, he turned around and left.

Outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, Mao Qiuyu looked at the man under the locust tree.

The man was silent.

Xun Mei was silent for a moment, and understood why the Khan Qingshen would say this to herself as a mausoleum keeper: "It turns out that you know who I am, senior. ”

The armor under the pavilion remained unmoved, and the voice of vicissitudes came from the shadows: "Of course I know who you are. Decades ago, the mainland cultivation world began to usher in the latest wildflower bloom, the Heavenly Shock King Po, the Painting Armor Xiao Zhang, the Immovable Mountain, and the Snow Xunmei...... Your qualifications are the best, the most promising, and the hope of fighting against the demons is already in you...... You have watched the stele in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum for thirty-seven years, I will see you for thirty-seven years, you are really good, since you have broken the heart barrier tonight, why don't you leave, but you want to try the wrong way?"

"No, my mental obstacle is right in front of me, but I see it, but it has not been broken, and as for the wrong path, it may not be the right path. ”

Xun Mei's gaze swept over the pavilion and landed on the Heavenly Book Mausoleum again.

Han Qing's voice was quiet for a moment and then sounded again: "Wang Po is a smart person, since you have taken him as your goal, you must at least show the same wisdom." ”

"Yes, I've wanted to surpass him all my life, and now it seems that he's inferior to me, at least in this matter. Xun Mei said.

Han Qing said indifferently: "He's not as stupid as you?"

Xun Mei thought for a while and said, "He's not as stupid as me." ”

Han Qing was silent for a moment and said, "Reasonable." ”

In the woods outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, the man's hand fell on the locust tree in front of him, still silent.

"For more than 100 years, you were the first person to break into the path of God. In the pavilion in the south of the Tianshu Tomb, Han Qing continued.

Xun Mei said: "I'm stupid. ”

The words stupid and stupid seem to mean the same thing, but there is actually a big difference.

"Stupid people may be blessed. ”

Han Qing said: "I, the mausoleum keeper, am a part of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, and if you defeat me, you can go to the Divine Dao." ”

Xun Mei looked calm and waved her hands as a salute.

This is the rule of the Heavenly Book Tomb, and it is also the proper meaning, to be able to defeat the first god general on the mainland, it must be a strong man at the level of the Five Saints or the Eight Directions Wind and Rain, this kind of big man wants to read the Book of Heaven, does he have to follow the rules of the Great Zhou Dynasty? It's just that Chen Changsheng always felt that the words of the Khan Qing God General were said to these teenagers outside Pingwai.

Xun Mei glanced at her feet, where the stone flat ended, where the Shinto began, and the end of the black was the holy white.

Then he raised his knee.

Under the gazebo, Han Qing still didn't look up, his face was in the shadow of the armor, and his voice became indifferent: "Xun Mei, although it is more meaningful for human beings to live in your life, I am a mausoleum keeper, and I am guarding the rules of the Tianling, so I won't keep my hand, you can also do as much as you want, don't have any hesitation." ”

Thirty-seven years of long dreams woke up, to go to the top of the mausoleum to see the truth, where would Xun Mei hesitate, as if she hadn't heard this sentence, and took a step forward.

At this step, he walked very ordinarily, his feet fell on the ground, very casually, and there was no sound.

The sound in front of the pavilion is still the sound of water, the sound of falling waterfalls in the cliff to the west, and the tinkling of clear water in the shallow canal on the ping.

Xun Mei's feet crossed the line.

The Heavenly Book Mausoleum under the cover of night suddenly became brighter.

In the middle of the night, the lights are faint, and the light source that can illuminate the entire Tianshu Mausoleum can only come from the sky, from those stars.

Chen Changsheng looked up and saw that the stars in the night sky were incomparably bright, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

In fact, the stars in the sky are not really brightened, and even if they are, it is impossible to distinguish them with the naked eye, which is purely a feeling, or the perception of divine consciousness.

The people beside the stone flat all had senses, but none of them had a clearer sense than Chen Changsheng's, because no one was more tranquil and far-reaching than his divine sense.

He even vaguely sensed which of the countless stars in the night sky had become brighter before.

That star is far away in the depths of the southeast star field, or it is Xun Mei's life star.

Take a step forward and see the truth, the star has sensed, and suddenly it is bright, Xun Mei ...... What level of cultivation have you reached?

Chen Changsheng thought about the starry sky he saw while meditating in the Lingyan Pavilion, and he felt shocked.

The bright starlight turned the mountains and fields of the Tianshu Tomb into a silver world.

Xun Mei stood in front of the gazebo, the hair that had been tied up in the courtyard before, I don't know when it was re-draped, those dirt seemed to be washed away by the starlight in an instant, the long hair was soft, and the few strands of silver-white hair were particularly eye-catching.

He stood between Shinto and the stone lawn, his body staying where he was, obviously not walking towards the pavilion...... But already on their way to the gazebo!

A footprint clearly appears on Shinto!

Shinto is paved with white stones, and the footprints are wet, so naturally they are very clear.

Xun Mei came by treading water, and his shoes were naturally wet.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng's eyes widened, and his sleeves were stunned in place, they grew up in the old temple and bitter cold snow field in Xining Town, and they rarely saw this kind of battle between really strong people, they couldn't understand it, and they didn't know how to explain these footprints, relatively speaking, the fourth son of the Lishan Sword Sect and Tang Thirty-six were calmer.

Wet footprints kept appearing on the Shinto floor, as if an invisible person was walking.

Xun Mei quietly looked at the gazebo.

It didn't take long for the footprints to extend more than ten zhang in the direction of the pavilion.

There was a thud!

Under the gazebo, the night breeze rises.

Han Qing still lowered his head and never drew his sword, but the sword in the sheath beside him was already eager to try, half an inch away from the sheath.

It's only half an inch, but it seems to be completely unsheathed.

Several streaks of dust burst out from the edge of the scabbard and filled the gazebo.

As these sword dust diffused, an extremely powerful aura emerged from the pavilion and lay across the Shinto.

This breath is still like iron, there is still blood, solemn and square, like an old city wall stained with the blood of countless soldiers.

No one can see the wall, but everyone knows that the wall is here, right on top of Shinto.

Xun Mei's footsteps stopped, and after a long time, the wet footprints did not appear again on the Shinto.

His gaze passed through the pavilion and the powerful man under the pavilion, and landed on the Heavenly Book Mausoleum in the distance, like a fire rope touching a charcoal fire, and with a sneering sound, it began to burn violently.

The sight began to burn, the gaze began to burn, the eye began to burn.

Xun Mei's eyes became incomparably brighter, like a newborn star.

His body leaned forward slowly.

A wet footprint appeared again on Shinto.

With a sword for the city, he will directly smash this wall to pieces!

On the Shinto, the traces of water gradually appeared, and the footprints continued, and that was his way.

He had to walk the way of the gods, go to the pavilion, and go to the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.

As he walked, his face became paler and painful, but his eyes were full of joy.

Life is only true if it is painful.

What he wants to see is the truth.

As time passed, the trails on the Shinto trail kept moving forward, approaching the gazebo.

There was still a gap of more than 100 zhang between Xun Mei and the pavilion, but he could already see the eyes in the darkness under the armor!

Two extremely powerful auras silently confronted each other in the south of the Heavenly Book Tomb.

The clear water in the shallow canal tumbled in horror, and then gradually flowed in all directions, and the supple and formless water gradually took on shape.

Even the hard black stone floor began to deform, and it was slightly sunken by the two breaths, turning into a curve.

It was as if an incomparably large, heavy, invisible stone ball had fallen to the ground!

Stone chips flew and the edges of the canals made a tooth-aching twisting sound.

Chen Changsheng and the others kept retreating to avoid being affected, looking at the cracked and sunken ground in front of them, and then at the two people on the Shinto, their eyes were full of awe.

The confrontation between the two breaths did not last long.

Xun Mei stared at the gazebo and let out a clear whistle!

This clear whistle seemed to be the babbling on the stage, and as soon as it was an order, someone sprinkled pieces of paper on it. Those pieces of paper were fake snow, and at this time, real snow actually fell!

No, it's not snow, it's starlight!

The starlight is crumbs and falls, no different from snow.

Xun Mei stood in the snow, as if returning to the past.

He was still a teenager and stood in front of his husband's door for three days and three nights until the snow reached his knees.

What year was it? Thirty-seven years ago, it was an earlier year.

After nearly 50 years of penance and 37 years of viewing the monument, he is no longer the child who was weak and could not bear the wind and was frozen by the wind and snow to the point of serious illness.

He is already a true powerhouse who is about to reach the Holy Realm!

Those teenagers who were fighting outside the Ping, until this time, knew that Xun Mei's realm had reached this kind of Cheng Dù, and they couldn't help but be shocked and speechless.

At this time, the mausoleum keeper under the gazebo raised his head.

The darkness, which had always been shrouded in armor, was finally illuminated.

It was an old and indifferent face.

Drink it off!

Countless dust, bursting out of the countless cracks in the armor!

He sat in front of Shinto for hundreds of years.

This dust is hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, the war between humans and demons had come to an end.

He was the last general of Wang Zhice.

He finally raised his head and looked at Xun Mei, his gaze was the sharpest sword.

And his sword is finally truly out of its sheath!

Starlight is chopped into crumbs and slowly falls.

The sword of the Khan Qing god is vertical and horizontal in the wind and snow, like Jin Ge, like an iron horse.

Before the gazebo, it was a snowy field!

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For Xun Mei, the shredded starlight is the snow in front of Mr. 's door back then.

For Khan Qing, the shredded starlight is the snow on the battlefield back then.

Different snow represents different persistence, each with its own persistence.

Separated by a distance of more than 100 zhang, Xun Mei looked at the old face, as if it was right in front of her.

This battle, finally to the last moment, to distinguish the winner of the moment, the two strong men, both released their most terrifying means, in the stone flat outside the battle of the teenagers, can no longer support, even if they retreat again and again, they are still blown by this violent wind and snow, and may fall at any time.

At this moment, Gou Hanshi reached out and grabbed Chen Changsheng's left arm, Chen Changsheng would come to his senses, grabbed Liang Banhu's arm hard, and stood tightly with each other's arms, finally stabilizing his body, just like those small trees in the wind and snow that didn't look very tough, tightly lined up, trying to resist the power of nature.

Watching the battle from a distance is already so hard, you can imagine what the two in the battle are suffering.

In the battle between the general of a hundred battles and the scholar of the cold family, who wins and who loses?

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(Tired, next chapter...... Strive to be able to write it before 12 o'clock. ）