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Under normal circumstances, Yelu Mingjing would not even be able to get close to Zhao Yushu, let alone be taken away by him.

But now he was confused by Zhao Yushu's actions, and this confusion was not only about the actions, but also about a story similar to his.

This story successfully caused his emotions to fluctuate for a moment, and prevented him from concentrating on thinking about the trajectory of the hand that Zhao Yushu stretched out.

When his arm was held, he was actually surprised, thinking it was a friendly expression.

How could I be so stupid as to believe this bastard!

It takes a very short time to fall from the top of the wall, but even a short time is enough for Nei Jing to make up for his previous carelessness. Yelu Mingjing has a hundred ways to avoid falling.

The premise is that no one interferes.

How is it possible that no one interferes?

Zhao Yushu summoned all of his magical weapons, using them as much as he could, regardless of whether they were useful or not, and swept towards Yelu Mingjing like ten thousand swords returning to their origin.

When facing an opponent whose true strength is unfathomable and terrifying, you have no chance to use any tactics. All tactics will be wiped out under the opponent's sword. Moreover, without a complete understanding of him, there are no targeted tactics, only self-righteous wishful thinking.

In that case, just beat the master to death with random punches, whatever comes to mind is useful!

Minghong emits a dazzling light, not to make anything appear, but just to briefly affect the opponent's vision.

The dragon bird faced the black sword from a distance. No matter what effect the black sword had, it would suppress it first.

Chengying flew out and circled around to connect Yelu Mingjing and Zhao Yushu together.

Kunwu held the Assassin and stabbed Yelu Mingjing's neck from the other side.

In the end, Zhao Yushu took Madam Xu and resolutely showed the attitude of dying if he failed.

None of these attacks were effective.

Minghong's brilliance only made Yelu Mingjing squint slightly.

The black sword was suppressed by Longque for a moment and then was taken back into his palm.

As soon as the silkworm silk wrapped around his legs, it was forced back by a sharp protective spiritual power and returned in vain.

Before Kunwu could get close, Yelu Mingjing kicked him away in mid-air.

Madam Xu, the only one who could really hurt Yelu Mingjing, was unable to touch the corner of his clothes, and was blocked by a three-foot-long sword energy thrown out by the other party.

An understatement.

But Zhao Yushu still won.

Yelu Mingjing wasted a very short time responding to these attacks.

Thanks to the acceleration of gravity, this time is enough.

The two men landed at the same time. Zhao Yushu fell heavily on the bluestone slab, while Yelu Mingjing kept his feet firmly on the ground.

Zhao Yushu had no time to look back at Yelu Mingjing's situation. He cheered, thunder flashed under his feet, and he rushed into the sky in one step and landed in another Taoist temple. Then his figure kept flashing back and forth between the sky and the ground.

Yelu Mingjing did not move. When Zhao Yushu rushed into the sky, he lost track of Zhao Yushu.

All the heavens have one appearance, and each appearance is an infinitely identical Taoist temple. The heavens are countless worlds.

Theoretically, he would never find Zhao Yushu again.

Yelu Mingjing sneered and drew the black sword from his hand. A scene, or rather millions of scenes, appeared in his pupils.

Each scene is the result of him chasing in a certain direction.

The scene appeared and disappeared quickly, until only one was left.

Yelu Mingjing put away the black sword, took a step to the left, and then jumped lightly.

Zhao Yushu, do you think you can escape like this?

Taizong's mausoleum is a little deserted.

Ever since a melee involving nearly ten inner scenes took place here, everyone has been a little wary of this place. First, they worry that there might be some inexplicable aftermath of power left by a certain big boss, such as colorless and odorless toxins or something. How could a mere mortal and an outer scene withstand it?

Therefore, even the guards guarding the mausoleum are trying their best to squeeze out, staying as far away from the imperial mausoleum as possible while adhering to the red line of the Tang Dynasty law.

The two princes who failed in the struggle for imperial power originally wanted to come to Taizong's mausoleum after being forced to guard the tomb. After all, they were with the Human Emperor Sword every day. Then they could complain to their ancestor, in case they became the inner scene.

But Li Tong was not stupid. He kicked the two brothers to Taizu Mausoleum and told them to go ahead and complain if they liked. He also asked them to write down their thoughts on tomb sweeping every day. If they failed to submit a report or if they did not show any genuine emotion one day, he would immediately send an internal official to educate them.

"Since I ascended the throne, the Emperor Taizong's mausoleum has become the same as before. Only those of royal blood are allowed to enter. I guess it's the effect of the Human Emperor Sword. You wait for me outside."

Lan Ling nodded, stood with the remaining monks, and watched Li Tong walk slowly into the dark underground palace alone.

It was already late at night, and the faint light of the imperial mausoleum's eternal lamp seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness. Li Tong held a lamp and walked down with an expressionless face.

The Human Emperor Sword is still suspended above the coffin.

"Emperor Taizong is above you. I, your humble descendant, Li Tong, bow down to pay homage to your ancestors."

Li Tong put down the lamp, knelt in front of the coffin, and kowtowed nine times.

Qiulong is still with Li Huan. Emperor Taizong died hundreds of years ago, so naturally there will be no so-called spirit of Emperor Taizong to speak out.

The rest of her words were meant for Emperor Sword to hear.

When Li Tong ascended the throne, she had already offered sacrifices to Taizong once. The sacrificial text was nothing more than that Li Huan and his son were extremely rebellious, which caused the wrath of heaven and the people of the Tang Dynasty, the country was torn apart, and the people were displaced. However, as a daughter, Li Tong saved the country from collapse, turned the tide, and defeated several powerful enemies in a row. It was reasonable and legal for her to be the emperor.

Moreover, at the coronation ceremony, Li Tong publicly promised some old stubborn people that she would become the emperor as a mortal. Only in this way would she not have a condescending mentality and would treat the people of the world as human beings.

These words are not just empty talk. Everyone knows that the Li Tang royal family has been practicing cultivators for generations, all the way until Li Huan and even the generations before him. Even the false emperor Li Jian was able to awaken after he ascended the throne in Dongdu. There is no reason why Li Tong could not become a cultivator after unifying the two capitals.

In this world, the emperor's words are not just talk, but are related to the fortune of the Tang Dynasty. The emperor can confer titles on mountain spirits and wild monsters to achieve great perfection. If you don't become a cultivator, it is very likely that you will never awaken in your lifetime.

But today Li Tong is going to break his promise.

"A person, a student of the academy, showed me a different world. It is a world that my ancestors always talked about but never realized. I want to realize it. I need him. I need you."

"He is now fighting against an unimaginably powerful enemy, who wants to take a different path, a path that is doomed to fail. Once he succeeds, all the people in the world will become zombies, and will become his captive livestock."

"My ancestors would not sit idly by and watch this happen, and neither will I!"

"I am the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty! I command you to lend me a helping hand!"

Li Tong stood up and slowly reached out for the Human Emperor Sword.

Zhao Yushu couldn't touch the sword at all, and neither could Li Huan. The Human Emperor Sword was spiritual, and no one who was not recognized by it could touch it. In other words, in the entire history of the Tang Dynasty, only Emperor Taizong was worthy of holding it.

A soft light emanated from the Human Emperor Sword and slowly sank into Li Tong's body.

Taizong left too many things for his descendants, including the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, Taizong's mausoleum, and the Sword of the Human Emperor that gathers the strength of all the people.

Li Tong felt that the meridians in his body were being cleansed and he experienced firsthand what it meant to be reborn.

"So this is why every generation of emperors are monks."

Li Tong stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.