"We and other sects all have younger generations, which is enough."
"However, something seems a little wrong about this time!"
"It's our turn!"
Hearing this, the expressions of all the Mahayana ancestors present became a little more serious.
There are always nine white chess pieces on the floating chessboard!
This time, there is an extra chess piece in the introduction, which in itself is a rare thing and a very unusual thing.
At this moment, there are still ten white chess pieces on the chessboard, and only the last chess piece is missing to become eleven white chess pieces!
From the beginning, they never thought about winning this game, they just wanted to become immortals!
But now this situation...
This is two immortals playing chess, a duel between ancient and modern times!
When they enter this world, they are actually corrupting the past.
This "weirdness" comes from the past and the future!
"Jiu" slowly raised his head and looked at the chessboard, his voice cold and loud: "It's your turn!"
The Mahayana ancestors of various sects all woke up instantly.
On the side, Xiu She and "Misfortune" said in unison: "I can join it!"
"I'll come!" he shouted, loudly.
"No." Jiuyi Mountain's "Tuo Zhou" shook his head and answered simply.
"Now, it's time for us righteous people to take action."
He glanced at the Liuyan Dynasty, Hangan Sword Sect, Su Zhentian and Yan Xicheng, and said, "Two people from Jiuyi have joined."
"This time, it's from your four sects."
Hearing these words, "Yingyan" from Han An Sword Sect stood up and said, "I'm here too."
After saying that, he looked at the other four righteous sects.
All the righteous Mahayana practitioners remained silent, and no one raised any objections.
"Yingyan" didn't hesitate immediately, and immediately walked to the chess game, picked up a white chess piece, chose a position, and started to place the pieces.
clatter!
A white stone fell to the ground. On the chessboard, there was nothingness, like a smoke, and the figure of "Yingyan" disappeared in an instant.
"Old" picked up a black chess piece and placed it on the chessboard. Suddenly it stopped and stopped on the chessboard.
A gust of breeze suddenly blew, making the pine branches on the ground rustle and fragrant. The cliff was as quiet as a picture.
The peaks are Cui Wei, layer upon layer.
A wide river flows through the valley, with green waves on its banks.
The fairy in white sat alone on the chessboard, his face covered by his cloak, leaving only a vague and ethereal aura that no one could see through.
A man in green clothes, with a long sword on his back and a fierce sword aura, suddenly appeared in front of him.
His pair of eyes seemed to contain countless thunders, dazzling and extremely sharp, as if they could see through everything. This was "Yingyan".
The fairy in white looked up at him and said in a vague voice: "Like a dream, the years are like a song!"
"Yingyan" calmed down, stood up without hesitation, and walked out.
Along the way, flowers, plants and trees were full of fruits, which bent the trees. Peiran's spiritual power filled the whole world, almost integrating into his body.
It was a violent aura that had never been tamed by the human race, permeating the world.
"Yingyan" turned into a stream of light and quickly flew towards the entrance.
The sword light dissipated, revealing the figure of the sword cultivator.
clang!
"Yingyan" also slowed down. He drew out his natal flying sword, looking like he was ready to fight at any time.
When he walked out of the entrance of the valley, he saw countless red-gold rays of light, coming like a tsunami!
Outside the valley is a vast grassland. In the desert, there is no grass growing and there are cracks everywhere, which is daunting.
In the sky, ten scorching suns hung high, pouring down their scorching light.
The surging heat, like a raging sea, swallowed him up instantly!
This is the true fire that burns all living things.
"Yingyan" was ignited before he had time to react, and his Tao body, soul, and flying sword all burned at this moment!
In the blink of an eye, "Yingyan" was completely destroyed in form and spirit!
Gray dust floated in the air and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
On a rugged sand dune, blue and green blood splashed all over the ground, and under the scorching sun, bursts of white mist emerged.
There were several deep ditches, and in the middle of these ditches, a bug as big as a mountain was lying on its back on the ground.
The carapace of this insect was extremely smooth. Under its half-open wings, a pair of transparent wings flapped gently. A pair of arthropods covered with black down streaked through the air. Blue blood flowed from its belly.
Several huge pillars, like barbecue copper solders, firmly fixed it to the ground.
A cold, chaotic, and depraved power enveloped it. Countless tentacles, as if alive, emerged from its carapace and penetrated into the soil, dyeing the yellow sand black.
The ink sandworms are densely packed, densely packed, densely packed, densely packed, densely packed, like black water, layer upon layer, like an ocean.
I saw a man sitting cross-legged, wearing a black robe and a belt around his waist. He was dressed simply. His wide sleeves waved lightly on the sand, and one foot was exposed. As he moved, His steps moved accordingly.
Click, click, click...
The sound of chewing is endless.
As he moved, his figure became more illusory, and a huge shadow appeared in front of him, as if filled with endless chaos, depravity, coldness, and weirdness...
Black tentacles, white claws, and blood-red eyes grew rapidly from the shadows, corroding the surroundings, making the sandworms afraid to move rashly.
After a while, the gnawing sound stopped. There was nothing in the sand, and all those mountain-like insects were gone.
Zhan Wuji's entire face was shrouded in rolling black mist. Thousands of shadows appeared on his face, and a pair of thousands of blood-colored eyes opened from his side, scanning All around.
It was an almost substantial energy of chaos!
He wiped his mouth slowly and frowned slightly.
The word "Crane Immortal" is really too monotonous.
One bite, it is an ultimate delicious taste.
But in the end, there is still a long way to go before becoming a true immortal!
So far, he has devoured three residual immortals.
He doesn't even have to search for these materials deliberately, he just needs to spread his scent to make the immortal fall into his arms.
In this case, it was easy to go to the toilet, but he was full.
"I can't hold it anymore."
"Next, it's [Watching the Moon in a Cage]."
"The next step is to maintain the state of chaos."
As soon as he thought of this, Zhan Wuji was about to separate his clones. Suddenly he felt something in his heart and immediately turned around and looked somewhere.
A white piece falls!
However, no one was eliminated. What is going on?
