Huaihuang took a step forward.
On the chessboard, with the chess pieces moving forward, one side has launched an offensive.
So the masked man and Lu Ran, who were talking as if no one was around, both turned their heads towards Huaihuang.
The masked man said "Hey", seemed to be interested, and sat up straight.
The reason why Lu Ran moved was because as soon as the chess game started, as the referee or reviewer of this finals, he naturally started to pay attention to the situation.
However, Huaihuang took a step forward and did not immediately take action with his sword or attack.
He greeted the person on the throne politely and even somewhat respectfully, "Hello, Master Jiaozun."
The person on the throne adjusted the mask with his hand, smiled calmly and said: "Today, I am indeed very good."
Huaihuang also smiled, "But what I'm going to say next is not that good."
"Oh? What do you want to say, you want to assassinate me?" The man on the throne pretended to be surprised, and then continued to laugh: "This matter, oh, by the way, what is it called 'Top Down Plan', yes Well, this matter is only a bad thing for you, but for me, it is a good thing to amuse me and relieve my fatigue."
Huaihuang's face changed slightly when he heard the words "Push Over Plan", "It seems that the Reverend Master has understood our purpose of waiting for today, but I am suddenly curious, Reverend Master, how did you know about it, and when did you know about it?"
The man's mask flashed a few red and green lights, "Yesterday? The night when Xu Fu and that boy went to the Immortal Villa and escaped from Jueying City with their lives? The light of some time ahead was still four hundred years ago. Before, the moment when Zhong Wuqi told you his last words after his death?"
"No need to ask when, I am always there."
Huaihuang's face darkened.
"No need to ask where, I am everywhere."
Huaihuang looked around and asked, "Could it be that there are secret spies within us all the time?"
The man on the throne suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, "Huaihuang, Huaihuang, what's the matter with you? Before the war started, you actually doubted your subordinates. Do you know why Zhong Wuqi had to die, and you can spend your time here peacefully?" Four hundred years? It's not because you don't have Zhong Wuqi's cultivation power, nor because you don't have the teachings of that old guy Xie Qiao. It's simply because you, without the talent of a leader, can't make much of a splash. .”
Huaihuang turned around and smiled bitterly, "That's true, so it's me who has brought everyone down."
All the immortals did not speak, but silently answered him in unison, and they all got closer to each other.
Looking past Huaihuang's shoulders, there was only endless hatred and disgust for the person on the throne.
The person on the throne took a deep breath through the mask, and then the smiling face that appeared above the mask appeared again.
The smile seemed brighter.
"You people are really the funniest and funniest people in the world." The tone of the person on the throne was somewhat emotional, "It's fun because you like to resist, are good at resisting, and dare to resist. If you are funny, then It’s because from the beginning to the end, you don’t know what you are resisting.”
Huaihuang suddenly asked: "What exactly is it?"
"It's unkind." Before the person on the throne could reply, Liu Ping'er behind him suddenly spoke.
"It's unfair." This sentence came from Luo Bai's mouth.
"That's arrogant." The man with a loud voice is Qin Wujia.
"It's greed." After Lingtu finished speaking, he returned the silver abacus in his hand with two clanging sounds.
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"The things we have to resist are not just these, but everything that needs to be resisted."
Huaihuang, finally concluded lightly.
"Everything, that's me." The person on the throne suddenly stood up, opened his arms, and golden light burst out from the mask.
"It's me you want to resist."
The wind and clouds suddenly stopped.
Those fallen fairy flowers will never fly here again.
The fire that fell on the ground had been extinguished and the smoke gradually dissipated.
In the mask, the golden light gradually lost its shape, making it impossible to see clearly.
"I like the word me. It is me all the time, I am everywhere, I am immortal, I am endless, I am immortal, I am the one who will never change, I am the world itself, I am the master of fate, the incarnation of cause and effect, the lord of all things, the king of kings, the lord of immortals... I will not die or change. You want to fight against me? Think about it for yourself, you What are the chances of winning?"
The voice in the golden light sometimes roared, sometimes screamed, sometimes spoke earnestly, sometimes as violent as thunder.
Suddenly far and suddenly near.
The young man Ma Xiaoyan felt that his body was floating in a large golden light and was gradually being swallowed by the mask. He used the last remaining consciousness to burp.
"Hic-hic!"
Just behind the "mask" that had begun to grow slowly in front of everyone.
Everyone was forced to retreat by his huge force, including the True Immortal Lords from Huanjiao.
However, Lu Ran couldn't hold it back and laughed twice.
Looking at the mask again, it almost instantly became three people tall. It was completely black, but behind it was lined with thousands of golden lights and thousands of golden clouds.
It was not a phantom light. The golden light and golden clouds seemed to be entities. The huge force lifted up the entire Wanhuan Tower above the 91st floor at once. After flying straight into the sky, it landed not far away with a bang. At this time, there was a place where people gathered.
A huge wave of air rose from the ground. This scene made Lu Ran deeply understand what it meant to be "crushed into powder".
"You are a lord, you are a king, you are a stinky hooligan!"
After cursing fiercely, Lu Ran had to take a few steps back. At this time, the mask was no longer strong. Although the golden light was still bright, his eyes had gradually adapted.
The black iron mask looked like calm water that had been blasted open. One face after another seemed to be trying to escape from it but could not, so they were all shouting in pain or asking for help. Lu Ran saw at a glance the man who had been following him. The face of his own young man.
As if in a quagmire poured by black iron, Ma Xiaoyan's face was a little confused, a little panicked, and a little desperate.
Lu Ran seemed to see himself in the dark cabin. He clenched his fists and was unable to say a word for a long time.
"This is... the second director of the Intelligence Bureau, Duanfeng Daoren Yuanirufeng. He died in Liuhe Country during an overseas mission."
"This is... Wan Xiaolai, the seventh deputy director of the Clan Affairs Bureau. She died in a fight between two monsters and immortals."
"This is... my former bodyguard Tie Qianxun. His body was found in a trash can on Euchang Street and was divided into eight pieces..."
"These...these are all our...comrades who died inexplicably!"
Huaihuang's eyes were no longer as hazy as usual, and for the first time Lu Ran saw that his long-term deliberate forbearance was also ignited with fire.
