Thousands of miles away, the old temple in Xining is silent in the night stream.

The Saint Queen of Tianhai looked at the monk opposite the stream and said, "You should know very well, who I am always wary of."

The monk's rosary stopped rotating, still closed his eyes and said calmly: "They have never been there, so naturally they can't think of what you think."

She said, "I have never been there either."

At this time, she was still at the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, but her eyes were tens of thousands of miles away.

No matter how far apart they are, as long as there is a connection between heaven and earth, her soul will be able to come in person.

It's the one she by the stream.

The monk thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."

The Saint Queen of Tianhai looked at him and asked, "Is this the situation you want to see the most?"

The monk said, "I have never imagined in advance what I might see."

The Queen of Tianhai looked at him quietly and asked, "Are you the son of Prince Jiancheng? Grandson?"

A trace of chasing feelings appeared on the monk's face. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Prince Jiancheng is his father."

The Saint Queen of Tianhai raised her eyebrows and asked, "I don't understand why your clan joined forces with him. You must know that he is the black dog of Emperor Taizong."

The monk said slowly: "No matter how much resentment is, it cannot resist time and the desire to go home. We want to come back."

The Saint Queen of Tianhai asked, "But have you ever thought that you might be the predecessor of the alien race?"

The monk was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "The remnants are not aliens, this is our hometown, and no one is qualified to stop our return."

The Saint Queen of Tianhai said: "Do you dare to confirm that the alien races on that continent will not have strange intentions?"

The monk was silent and didn't speak anymore.

The clear water in the stream has long been frozen by these two powerful souls.

The lotus condensed by blood water is either east or west on the water surface, and the trees by the stream are sometimes still and sometimes moving in the wind.

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...

An autumn rain and a cool rain. Yesterday there were still many green grasses, which were completely yellow at this time.

Ji Daoren stood in the kneeless weeds, sensed the distance between the black jade Ruyi and himself, looked at the Tianshuling again, and said, "Abdicate, leave this world like Su Li."

The Saint Queen of Tianhai took back her gaze from Xiaoxi, Xining Town, tens of thousands of miles away and said, "My sons want to be emperors, Chen Guansong wants to leave a name in history, Yin is trapped by the word "Salvation", Baidi wants to fight with the Demon Lord, so what about you? I never understand what you want to get when you do so many things."

Dao Ren Ji said expressionlessly: "This is the will of His Majesty Emperor Taizong, and you promised that I and my junior brother would return the throne to the Chen family."

The Holy Queen of Tianhai said, "I only have one son. He has been punished by God. In my womb, the innate sun wheel is destroyed."

When she said this, she glanced at Chen Changsheng and looked at somewhere in the Tianshu Tomb.

"No matter which one of my sons is, whether pure or simple, stupid or disabled, if he ascends to the throne, who will rule the world?"

The Saint Queen of Tianhai looked at the direction of Qiu Grassland and said sarcastically: "Who will the real emperor be then? Those wastes and bastards, or you?"

Ji Daoren was silent and did not answer this question.

The night wind blows through the wilderness, and the yellow grass moves with the wind, like rice fields, but has no fragrance, only the rotten smell after being stained by rain.

"After saying so many boring words and seeing so many boring people and things, you still have to kill me."

When the Holy Queen of Tianhai said this, she finally moved.

She took a step forward, and her hands that had been behind her were slowly spreading.

There were no raindrops falling in the night sky, but when she opened her hand, a few raindrops floated from somewhere in the wind and fell into her palm.

She looked down at the crystal-like water droplets in her palm, then raised her head and looked at this world that had already made her so annoyed.

"So, who dares to kill me?"

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...

The situation tonight has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

The emperor's charity was quiet, and killing sounds were everywhere in Kyoto, and fire and thick smoke arose from time to time. In the distant fields, some troops were still standing still like stone statues guarding the tomb, and some were still in agitation. This world had been out of control of the Saint Queen of the Tianhai, and even the ministers and their families who were most loyal to her chose to abandon her.

There is no doubt that the situation she faced was extremely bad.

But she was not afraid at all. She looked at the peerless powerful men around Tianshuling and all the enemies in this world and said this.

Who dares to kill me?

These four words are really domineering and arrogant, echoing in the quiet Tianshu Mausoleum and the streets and alleys of Kyoto. It has never stopped for a long time and no one dares to respond.

I don’t know how long it took, but a sound finally started.

It was the sound of the stone slab being crushed, which sounded like the sound of teeth hitting, and also like the sound of bones that had endured countless weights.

Princess.

Zhu Luo stood up from his wheelchair, his eyes moved up the white shrine, and finally landed on the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

"I'll do it."

When he said these three words, he did not feel any passionate. It was very plain, as light as water.

Or it was because he knew very well what his ending was, or it was because he had been waiting for this ending after Wanliuyuan opened Su Li's letter.

Zhu Luo, one of the storms in all directions, was the leader of the vengeful sect and a great figure in Tianliang County. As Su Li said in Xunyang City, he could die, but not defeat.

Now he is defeated and disabled, so why should he die?

He came to Kyoto tonight to die. He wanted to use his death to seek the greatest benefit for his family and sect.

"what would you like?"

Ji Daoren's voice floated from afar, no longer in Qiuyuan, the city was in the north of the city, but seemed to have gone further.

Zhu Luo held the hilt of the sword around his waist with his left hand and said expressionlessly: "I want the Wang family to never turn over."

He did not say which Wang family it was, but everyone knew which Wang family he was talking about.

The royal family of Tianliang County has long been destroyed, and now there is only one person left.

Zhu Luo wanted the Wang family to never turn over, and they were targeting that man and that knife.

Ji Daoren's voice did not sound immediately, but answered after a while.

It is obvious that even Zhu Luo's request before his death felt a little trouble.

"Okay, I agree with you."

Hearing this sentence, Zhu Luo finally had some expressions on his face and his body became more straighter.

He walked forward, slowly stepping on the shallow water accumulated on the stone plaza in turn, gradually forming a unique rhythm.

He came to the bottom of the Shinto and slowly pulled out the sword in the sheath.
Chapter completed!