The strong wind suddenly blows away the thick fog.

The ancient mountain standing majestic in the center of the world, the stone tablets made rustling sounds, and the fine particles of dust were swept up by the wind.

On the mountain road in Changling, a white robe was blown up by the wind, and its swaying posture was like a drop of dispersed ink.

The young man who took off his white robe had a firm face, raised his hands, his body did not move or shake in the storm of the rushing wind, and he 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 this suffocating pressure.

The grass leaves on both sides of the mountain road were so pressured by the "True Dragon Emperor" that they could not lift their heads.

The air is tight.

This is the throne of the Emperor of the Great Sui... For hundreds of years and thousands of years, the first emperor was the first to sit on the throne. After every ascended throne mastered the power of the throne, he mastered the tremendous power to sweep across the four realms.

If all the treasures in this world are ranked together.

Those innate spiritual treasures that are extremely rare and naturally nurtured by heaven and earth are absolutely crushing and are far ahead.

The True Dragon Emperor is the most powerful among the innate spiritual treasures, and it is the only treasure that is both offensive and defensive.

Unfortunately, the cost of activating the True Dragon Emperor is too high.

...

...

Top of the mountain.

The guardian pressed down the void with his hands and pressed them down at both ends of the throne. With her own "identity", she barely isolated the throne from the outside world.

She is waiting for someone.

The one who climbed the mountain road.

The one who climbed the mountain road... and was able to sit on the throne and complete the ascension of the throne.

Her eyes looked down at the mountain.

The fog spreads.

A thin and resolute figure, facing the strong wind in the sky, came step by step.

The expression under the guardian's mask was a little complicated. Her eyes passed over Li Bailin and continued to sweep down the mountain road. The wind swept over the white robe and hung on the ancient trees in Changling. The strong wind blew, pulled the white robe into a few pieces and swept down the mountain.

A scabbard was used to slap open the white robe.

The young man sitting on the horse's back had his hair tied up like a ball in his bun. He was calm and his hand was extremely stable. He picked up Li Bailin and threw the white robe at the foot of Changling Mountain. He slowly turned his wrists, turned a knife flower in the air with a knife, and then gently threw the knife down. The tip of the knife was wrapped in a white robe and suddenly inserted it into the ground.

A shiny white token hung around his waist, with a narrow curve like the forehead of a dragon. The token was carved with a ferocious entrenched dragon, and the white scales were sunken and protruded one by one, stacked in layers, rows, like flowing water.

White Dragon Order.

He came from the Chunfeng Teahouse Mansion in Tiandu Imperial City, and he was not as anxious as Li Bailin. On the contrary, his face was calm and even without any turbulence... because there was no risk in what he wanted to do, and there was no need to worry about what unacceptable price would be brought after failure.

The prince's robe was lifted up by the wind. He was carrying a long arc-shaped object wrapped in black cloth behind his back, and a bag of narrow arrows were carried around his waist.

Li Baijiao slowly removed the shoulder strap from his shoulder, letting the arrow slide to the side next to him, and gently inserted it into the ground like he threw a knife before.

Then he put the arc-shaped object wrapped in black cloth in front of him with both hands, slowly untied the cloth bag, revealing a slender and hideous white longbow.

It's like the token on the waist.

The bow is bent into a powerful arc, full of power, like an old dragon going out to sea, with the black cloth sliding down, the prince held the longbow's arrow table with one hand, and gently stroked the bow arm with the other hand. Under the fingertips, the upper and lower bow arms and the bow back slowly ignited the pale fire of nothingness

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flame.

The prince's eyes slowly flew up, looking at the top of Changling Mountain, the figure who was climbing the mountain with "hard difficulty".

His younger brother, who is under the mighty pressure of the throne from all directions, knows nothing about what is happening at the foot of the mountain.

Somewhat ridiculous.

But in fact, this has always been like this. This third brother, who was born in the Western Region, constantly endured and concessioned, even though he finally "wasted out" not long ago, even if he was about to ascend to the throne.

He has never known it.

How could the chess pieces in the game know what the chess game behind the entire Tiandu looks like?

The prince stroked the hand on his back and came to his bun. He gently twisted his fingers. As the faint light flashed, a thin and continuous black light was pulled out from the narrow bones of his bun.

Dragon tendons.

He silently put the strings on and tightened them bit by bit.

There is still a lot of time.

His younger brother has just climbed the hillside at this moment, so there is no need to rush to do it... He has to wait for the best opportunity, which must be exquisite enough and perfect enough.

A person is exhausted by the pressure of the throne and has all his energy worn down.

Then he successfully reached the top of the mountain.

So I completely relaxed my vigilance.

What he was waiting for was this moment.

The prince tightened the bowstring, and he raised his hand and inserted it into the arrow on the ground. A long line suddenly flew out, and he grabbed the middle part.

Arrows with narrow arcs.

Bow.

Arrow up.

aim.

The prince narrowed his eyes and silently stared at the slowly climbing figure on the top of the mountain.

This mountain road is difficult to walk on. He has measured it, walked it, and gave up.

He knew how much it would cost to reach the top of the mountain.

Time just passes by little by little.

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

Every step he took to the throne was extremely difficult.

But the heart in the chest was beating extremely hot.

Getting closer and closer to the throne.

Until the top.

He took the last step, and the majestic pressure disappeared at the end of the mountain road. He pressed on his shoulders, which was as heavy as a world, suddenly lightened, causing him to stagger uncontrollably.

Go to the top.

Finally...to the top.

In front of him was the throne.

It is the top of Changling.

It is the top of the mountain in the Sui Dynasty.

Li Bailin let out a long sigh of depression. For this moment, he almost shed all his blood on the mountain road, and the treasures he carried were crushed by the pressure of the True Dragon Emperor. The mountain road along the way was filled with a faint golden light, and the grass leaves were stained with the emperor's blood. He lowered his head and dared not straighten his back.

The prince who was waiting at the foot of the mountain waited patiently and finally waited for this moment.

The wind in Changling became weaker.

This is a good thing. Arrows can be shot faster and more sharply without any deviation.

The last moment.

The prince asked himself a question in his heart.

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

In the next half of his life, will he feel guilty, be infected with negative emotions such as anxiety, pain and regret?

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

Won't.

There was a "swoosh".

The prince let go of the hand that was placing an arrow.

This "swoosh"

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The sound was not easy. On the contrary, with a heavy sound of breaking the wind and thunder, it was like someone pushing out a giant tree that could break through the city wall.

In an instant, the arrow flew out against the mountain road in Changling.

The grass leaves were swept away by the mighty energy and shattered—
To be continued...