I don't know how long it took, Tie Shu opened his eyes, flashed a fierce color, and then a trace of confusion, looking extremely complicated.

Under the ancient trees, among the yellow leaves, and on the stone bench, he felt the breath left by Wang Po a few days ago, and he didn't expect that Wang Po's knife path was even more profound.

It is extremely difficult to cultivate to the realm of Wang Po, and it is extremely difficult to take another step, but this person can improve so much in such a short period of time...... When he was in Xunyang City, Wang Po faced Zhu Luo, although the iron knife was strong, he couldn't find any opportunity, and after many days of meditation in the Tanzhe Temple, the situation was not the same as before.

If Wang Po is allowed to continue to improve, no one knows when he will cross that threshold.

For the first time, Tieshu felt the pressure.

Then, his killing intent became even stronger.

Neither the court nor him will allow Wang Po to have a great sword path one day.

Getting up from the stone bench, he looked at the Tanzhe Temple, quietly sensing the flow of all the breath between heaven and earth.

There are people in the temple, and the realm is very subtle, and he is only a few lines away from him.

He walked that way, and the wet yellow leaves shattered in the soles of his boots, turning into the thinnest strands, like chrysanthemums in full bloom.

The autumn wind broke the rain curtain and pushed open the door of the Tanzhe Temple, when he was still more than ten zhang away from the temple threshold.

The cold autumn wind failed to wreak havoc, and was swept away by two fresh and indifferent winds, which came from a pair of sleeves.

The person in the temple is not Wang Po, it is Mao Qiuyu.

The fence on the side of the temple was pushed open, and the Baishi Daoist came from the rain.

The King of Linghai and Si Yuan Daoren traveled from the mountains and fields on the east and west sides.

In the autumn rain, there are still many shadows in red clothes looming in the mountains and forests.

The four state religious giants, each holding a heavy treasure, with countless cardinals with a high realm, tightly surrounded the Tanzhe Temple.

It's really big.

If you want to kill a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, you must have such a formation.

Tie Shu looked at Mao Qiuyu, his eyes narrowed slowly, and the killing intent did not diminish in the slightest, but became more terrifying.

Ligong really made a move, did he want to protect Wang Po, or did he really take this opportunity to kill himself?

He knew very well that if it was the latter, even if he could leave alive today, he would inevitably have to pay a very heavy price.

He stretched out his hands into the rain, letting the cold rain wash away.

He looked at Mao Qiuyu, who walked out of the temple slowly, and said expressionlessly: "Is this the will of the Pope?"

Mao Qiuyu didn't answer his question directly, but looked farther away.

Tieshu had already sensed it, so he asked this question.

In the distance are the mountains, and the yellow and red colors brought by autumn have long been washed by the cold rain to a very faint color.

At some point, a royal chariot appeared on the edge of the cliff.

Xiangwang, personally present.

This killing of Wang Po by the imperial court may turn into a siege of Tieshu by the palace.

If the king did not appear on the cliff, if there was no faint thunderous hoof of the army behind the mountain.

No matter who it is, at this point, it has become a clear situation.

"Your Majesty wants me to ask you a question. Mao Qiuyu looked at Tieshu and asked, "Have you all forgotten the original oath of the starry sky?"

Many years ago, the powerhouses of the Holy Realm, led by the Pope, once made an oath with the starry sky as a guide.

The content of the oath is that everything is in the interests of the human race, and will never take the initiative to act against those monastic geniuses who carry the future and hope of mankind.

Wang Po, of course, is the first on that list.

At the beginning in Xunyang City, Zhu Luo stabbed against him, which can already be said to be a broken oath, but he can still find some excuses.

His sword stabbed Su Li.

It's just that Wang Po has to stand in front of Su Li.

What about today? Tie Shu came to Tanzhe Temple with an autumn rain, obviously to kill Wang Po, what excuse or reason could he find?

His Majesty the Pope asked Mao Qiuyu to ask him this sentence, how could he answer?

Iron Tree did not answer.

Mao Qiuyu looked at him and said, "Since you can't answer, then don't move Wang Po." ”

Iron Tree's gaze became colder, and his hands washed by the rain became whiter, like lotus flowers.

That means he's angry right now.

No one is good for a hundred days, and no flower is red for a thousand days.

He laughed with a hint of sarcasm.

The Pope's days are numbered.

"Your Majesty still wants me to tell you ......"

Mao Qiuyu seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "If you still insist on doing something to Wang Po after he returns to the Sea of Stars, then leaving the palace will destroy your entire clan." ”

If the palace is also a sect, then it must be the most powerful one in the world, because it is the state religion.

No monastic can compete head-on with the state religion.

Even if it is as strong as an iron tree.

Even if he used to be the head of the Eight Directions Wind and Rain and had a terrifying organization like the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

Of course, as long as a powerhouse in the Divine Realm is not under siege like today, it will be difficult to be killed even if he is defeated by the Imperial Palace.

However, although the path of monasticism is lonely, there are very few truly lonely monastics.

He will have family, relatives, friends, classmates, clansmen, and like-minded people.

After Mao Qiuyu finished speaking, there was a dead silence in the field.

Destroy all your people.

These four words are like the people of the Iron Tree, tough, icy, and have an intimidating smell of metal.

Tieshu looked at him and said, "You should know very well that Wang Po came to Kyoto to kill people. ”

Mao Qiuyu's expression remained unchanged and said: "If he kills someone and violates the laws of Zhou, he will be punished by his own court officials." ”

Many people's eyes fell on Wang Yuan on the cliff in the distance.

The prime minister did not come out.

Iron Tree laughed, mocking and mocking.

Mao Qiuyu's statement represents the attitude of leaving the palace.

This attitude is very indifferent.

"He wants to kill someone, you don't care, I haven't killed anyone, why should the Pope care?"

"Because you have a heart. ”

"It's not fair. ”

Mao Qiuyu didn't answer Tie Shu's words, turned around and walked out of the mountain.

The King of the Sea and the others also followed.

The Pope really had no intention of killing the Iron Tree.

Just like at the National Religious Academy, the palace is just showing its strength.

The so-called protection, the horizontal knife in front is, the so-called escort, the horizontal boat is in front, no need to make a knife, and no need to really collide, it is enough.

Tie Shu looked at the people of the State Church who had left in the autumn rain, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

These people are all big names in the state religion, but none of them are his opponents, but he doesn't dare to make a move.

It's really unfair.

Just like what he said to Xiao Zhang on the mountain road earlier.

In the face of the Pope and the State Church, what qualifications does he have to talk about fairness?

......

......

The yellow leaves are falling, and the chill is deepening.

Winter in Kyoto this year seems to have come earlier than usual, and it is still late autumn, but several snows have already fallen.

The people of Beixinqiao felt this more keenly, hiding at home, rubbing their hands and cursing the weather.

No one noticed that the cold had something to do with the abandoned well.

The cold wind kept blowing out from the mouth of the well, whimpering non-stop, like a, like crying, crying with joy.