"This time, if he can see through himself and return to the upper world, my strength will definitely reach a higher level! By then, even if there is any abnormal movement, we will be able to stop it with just a little effort."
"Yes! Dao heart is our foundation. You have stayed here for a long time, and you seem to have been affected by this illusory world. Why don't you quickly stabilize your mind?"
"Shut up! Emperor Chuiyu has always been calm. There must be a reason why he woke us up."
"Silence!" A cold shout rang out from the crowd.
At this time, "Cuiyu" raised his head and looked in all directions. In all directions, he saw silence in the wind and snow, without any sound or sound.
"Chuiyu" said softly: "Soon, the Fusheng chessboard will start again."
"This time, Zhan Wuji, the holy son of the Chongming Sect's generation, will preside over it."
"He is from the Chongming Sect, but he is also an Immortal Emperor."
"Whether we can get what we want on our trip to the lower world depends on this game of chess."
As soon as they heard that the Fusheng chess game was about to start, everyone present became excited!
"This time, it's us who are the trigger."
"This matter shouldn't be difficult."
"We are about to set off to the outside world to carry out the final Dao tribulation!"
"Chuiyu" nodded and said: "Now, the Immortal Emperor Zhan is on Qingyao Mountain, having a great time playing with that illusory seedling.
"Everyone, if you are interested, you can go see a good show."
"The illusory world here has remained unchanged for a long time. It is really boring. The creativity of the Immortal Emperor Zhan is one of the few interesting things in the illusory world."
The great emperors nodded and said: "There is indeed nothing special about this illusion, but fighting the Immortal Emperor is indeed a good opportunity for enlightenment."
"Yes, this young tree has wasted a long time in this illusory world. If it can get the guidance of the Immortal Emperor, even if it dies, it will be a great blessing."
After I have passed through the Dao tribulation, I will go to Qingyao again! "
"Me too." Li Changshou smiled and said:
"Fellow Immortal Emperors, follow me."
"Okay..." nodded.
As his words fell, the aura of the powerful people in the Tribulation Realm dissipated from everyone.
boom!
Xiwu School.
This is where the chief lives.
In the empty room, darkness seeped in quietly like a tide.
The lantern, like a bean, illuminates everything around it.
A man in a black gown raised his head slightly and looked at the edge of the chessboard.
Near this one-person scale, in the shadow where the light could not reach, Zhan Wuji remained motionless, like a lifeless sculpture, with neither of his eyes open.
The rain was getting heavier, there was lightning and thunder, and the wind was blowing hard.
In the yard, there are clusters of flowers, covered with lush green leaves.
The red, green, and damp steps are full of life.
In the room, time seemed to have stopped.
The two parties were in a stalemate like this for a long time.
At this moment, Zhan Wuji suddenly felt that his eyes had become extremely heavy, and he closed them involuntarily.
Is it because of the existence of the word "sleep"?
Before he had time to think, he closed his eyes.
The next moment, Zhan Wuji opened his eyes again. In his eyes, there were no pupils or eyeballs, only pure white.
His originally restrained momentum was like a torrent opening at this moment, going crazy and sinking...
The moment Zhan Wuji blinked, the figure on the other side of the chessboard raised his head slightly, looked away from the chessboard and looked at his feet.
If he looks up again, he will find Zhan Wuji's figure!
At this moment, Zhan Wuji remained motionless, his face extremely cold.
Once again, he was controlled by his fellow warriors!
But……
The aura on Zhan Wuji became stronger and stronger, and a dark color spread out from his body.
The surrounding air began to twist, as if it was being burned by flames.
boom!
Deep in the desert.
central.
It was pitch black, with lightning and thunder.
Thunder pierced the sky, and lightnings like spider webs lit up the world.
Nine white light pillars shot straight into the sky, and the light pillars were covered with dense tribulation powers. These tribulation powers formed a dense network on the light pillars, enveloping the light pillars.
Through layers of barriers and complex formations, the power of heavenly tribulation penetrated into the red coffin underground, enhancing countless suppression techniques.
At this moment, several sealing runes on the edge of the sarcophagus suddenly seemed to be touched and dimmed instantly, like candlelight blown by the strong wind.
After a while, everything returned to normal.
In the dimness, a beautiful figure stood with hands behind her hands, standing in the cool and moist forest, looking indifferently into the distance, looking at the palace located in the stream.
Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and his body flashed. When he reappeared, he was already next to the nine stone pillars.
The immortal's eyes flashed, and he began to examine the restrictions in front of him.
After a long time, he looked away, but he didn't see any clues.
The immortal looked confused, pondered for a moment, and said in a voice like thunder: "I have found who destroyed your seal!"
In the silent night, there was only the rumble of thunder.
The seal of the fallen immortal's power remained motionless.
The blood-red coffin lay quietly on the ground without any resistance or anger.
The immortal waited for a while, and when no one answered, he nodded and said, "He is from the Chongming Sect."
But the group of fallen immortals still showed no response.
The immortal continued: "A female monk has such courage."
"This mortal is really good at hiding."
"However, she should not use the methods you taught her."
"Don't put your hopes in her."
"I'll kill him soon!"
There was silence in the darkness, the whispers of the Yongye clan continued, and the surroundings were still silent without any change.
The immortal immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The fallen immortal made no movement and was obviously unconscious.
Blockade, no problem!
As soon as he thought of this, his eyes fell on the palace of bones again.
boom!
Xiwu School.
The sound of heavy rain brings a hint of warmth, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
The flowers, plants and trees in the yard are lush, turning red and green in the rain. Although they are scattered, they are still full of vitality.
The rainwater poured down under the eaves, and the silver ribbons sank into the jars, making a tinkling sound.
In the room, the confused consciousness was being swallowed by the rich darkness.
The light on the bean lamp dimmed, and the originally dim light was now even more dim.
Under the light, it was dim, and the man was motionless, with his head raised slightly.
