The appearance of Xingluo Chess attracted the attention of a large number of members of the Holy Pavilion, but the main force of the Holy Pavilion was empty at this time. After all, there were only a few people who had the ability to see the changes in the chess game, and 90% of these few people were still trapped in the ink formation.

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The back mountain of Lingxiao Peak was originally a forbidden area for the Holy Pavilion. Ordinary disciples could not enter at all. But since Shang Yunjian destroyed half of the Holy Pavilion last time, Dongfang Xin canceled the prohibition on the back mountain and changed this place to the Holy Pavilion.

A treasure trove of rewards for outstanding disciples of the Pavilion. Of course, in extraordinary times, this is the refuge of the Holy Pavilion.

There are magic weapons and artifacts accumulated by the Holy Pavilion for hundreds of years. The teachers who arrived later also quickly opened the restrictions on the forbidden area. Even if a group of ordinary people are hiding inside, they can still survive the attacks of the immortals for a while.

Most of the disciples in the Holy Pavilion did not have the strength to participate in a battle of this level. They could only hide in the back of the mountain, looking at the big chess game in mid-air with curiosity and fear.

Qingrong sat on a rock with her hands on her lower abdomen, her brows and eyes full of worry.

Beside her, a young man with facial features somewhat similar to Dongfang Xin also moved his gaze to the constellation chess piece in the air, but quickly withdrew his gaze and said to Qingrong: "Mom, dad and the three of us

Your Majesty probably didn’t know that the Wu’an Sword Summit would come so quickly. With the two immortal masters here, nothing will happen to the Holy Pavilion.”

Qingrong still frowned, patted the shoulder of the young man next to her, and sighed: "Mom is not worried about the Holy Pavilion, but worried about the teacher's health."

The young man bowed his head in silence.

Everyone in the Holy Pavilion knows that Zhuge Linye's immortal life is running out. Now that he is playing chess with Long Yao with all his strength, the pressure on his body and spirit will definitely not be less. It can even be said that he is squeezing out his life.

Only their family knows how much life Zhuge Linye spent in order to reconnect Qingrong's meridians and prolong his life.

In Qingrong's view, if nothing had happened to her back then, Zhuge Linye would have been able to protect everyone now, instead of starting this game under Long Yao's coercion.

And Dongfang Xin was too distracted to take care of her and her unborn child, so his breakthrough technique failed and suffered backlash. Even if he and the three masters could come back now, they might not be able to stop this chess game.

Thinking of this, her mood became increasingly depressed.

The young man consoled him: "Mom, the teacher has never blamed you."

Qingrong smiled bitterly and said, "Mom knows, but I can't forget it."

She pointed at the chess game in the air and said, "Xi'er, what did you see?"

The young man responded truthfully: "My child doesn't understand chess. He really doesn't know."

Qingrong shook her head and said, "Mom is asking you, how many chess pieces can you see?"

The young man thought for a moment and replied: "About a hundred, some of which can no longer be seen clearly."

Qingrong nodded with satisfaction, held the young man's hand, and forced a smile: "The teacher said that you are gifted and you will be able to catch a glimpse of the immortality in ten years. Now it seems that it is indeed the case."

She looked into the eyes of her grown-up son and said solemnly: "If after this battle, Shengge's vitality

Dashang, you have to help your father and the two immortal masters and don't make them too tired."

The young man nodded in agreement and subconsciously glanced at Zhuge Linye in the air, wondering if the teacher could really hold on until that time?

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky surged, and several rays of light broke through the clouds and fell, which was actually a bit more dazzling than the stars above the chess game.

The light was swallowed up by the clouds in just a moment, and then shined again elsewhere.

The young man's eyes became sharper, but tears flowed from his eyes.

He knew it was sword light.

And with his seventh-level high-level cultivation, he couldn't look directly at these sword lights, and even if he took a look at them, he would burst into tears.

"Don't worry, the two immortal masters are not ordinary immortals, and fighting against Mr. Long Er and Wu'an Sword Immortal has never been something we should consider now."

Su Yi walked up to the young man, bowed respectfully to Qingrong first, and then said to the young man: "What we need to consider is to become stronger, strong enough to protect everything we want to protect."

The young man said in surprise: "Senior Brother Su, why are you here?"

He could obviously tell that Su Yi's whole body was exhausted, his energy orifices in his meridians were blocked, and he must have been restrained.

Su Yi smiled bitterly and said: "The teacher didn't want me to be in danger, so he just threw me here."

He looked up helplessly at the looming wheelchair on the chessboard, and said, "And... the teacher wants to have a wild battle alone."

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As the chess pieces on the Xingluo chessboard continue to fall, the talismans on the lines of the chessboard become more and more powerful. Even if the sword light above the clouds falls, it will be directly chopped into pieces by the talismans.

After losing another son, Zhuge Lin stroked his beard and laughed, saying: "I haven't been this happy for many years."

This is indeed true. Ever since he healed Qingrong, which cost him a lot of his life, he has rarely acted in person. The last time he acted was in the game of Xingluo chess with Long Yao.

Just like it is now.

Long Yao picked up a piece at random and responded calmly: "Me too."

There are not many people in the world who can interest her, and even fewer who can make her go all out.

Zhuge Linye counts as one.

The Xingluo chess board is already criss-crossed.

If you look carefully, Heizi is actually in a weak position. The three dragons are all separated and surrounded, and they cannot care about each other. It is already difficult to save one dragon, let alone three dragons.

What Long Yao did just now allowed a big dragon to escape.

In Xingluo chess, every additional chess piece played will consume the player's cultivation level. If the cultivation level is insufficient, it will be difficult to even move the chess piece.

This is a test for both parties physically and mentally.

At that time, Long Yao was in ruins because he had just broken through the immortal level, was immature in using the laws of heaven and earth, and had insufficient spiritual power.

But the situation is different now.

Zhuge Linye could feel that Long Yao's mastery of the laws of heaven and earth was close to his peak.

That's it

It means that they can complete the game this time.

He was looking forward to this.

White's piece falls again, cutting off one of Black's dragons.

Long Yao praised: "Wonderful chess."

Zhuge Lin stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Long Er seems to have a solution."

"I dare not say that I will win, I can only say that I will try my best." Long Yao pondered for a moment and then said, "Playing against Mr. Zhuge is much more interesting than bullying my guy."

Zhuge Lin dropped his chess piece and said with a smile: "At least I have an evenly matched chess partner."

Long Yao looked up at the floating clouds in the sky and said with a smile: "But your chess friend may not be able to defeat my chess partner."

After saying that, a black stone appeared in her hand, and with a flick of her jade finger, the chess piece fell on the field. The cut-off dragon suddenly showed signs of being connected head to tail, and it was faintly about to break through the shackles of the white piece.

"The same goes for other aspects."

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Momei Villa, back mountain.

Ming Dao gritted his teeth, the ink sword in his hand kept dripping spiritual ink, and his clothes had been cut to pieces by some kind of sharp weapon, but no blood came out.

That was the damage caused by Meng Huanling's burst of thousands of fire feathers.

The reason why those wounds did not bleed was because the red-gold flames attached to the feathers were so fierce that the blood was burned away before it had time to flow out.

Feeling the unbearable burning pain in his body, Mingdao was very reluctant.

Behind his voice, the sound of the piano was still melodious, as if endless vitality penetrated his body and nourished his body and mind.

But this does not allow him to cause greater harm to Meng Huanling.

In the previous confrontation, he lost thousands of black swords. He worked steadily and step by step, and then reluctantly left a hole in Meng Huanling's hand. But then, he suffered a violent counterattack from Meng Huanling. If there were no guards,

The sound of Sheng's music protected his body, and he was already dead at this time.

He once again recognized the fact.

Even now that they are relying on the power of the Momei Villa's formation, it is still difficult to defeat the Suzaku envoy of the Holy Pavilion, even if the opponent is still suppressed by the Soul Locking Formation.

The fall of the goshawk to the earth does not mean that it has lost the ability to soar in the sky. After all, it is difficult to completely bridge the gap between immortals and mortals.

Suddenly there was a strong wind in front of me.

Meng Huanling's smiling face flashed before his eyes.

The Mo sword shattered instantly.

The sound of the piano was slightly chaotic, and Mingdao's body was splashed with spiritual ink. He had been thrown deep into the woods, and he stood up with great difficulty, but Meng Huanling arrived in front of him again.

She played with the red gold flame in her hand easily and comfortably, and the anger in her eyes danced with the flame from time to time.

"With all your abilities, you still want to kill me?"

She smiled contemptuously, and dozens of fire feathers flew out from the wind, hovering in front of Mingdao: "Mr. Mingqi, if you kneel down and kowtow to my sister, I will spare your lives."

Mingdao took a sip and pointed to the sky. The spiritual ink gathered again and the ink sword was formed again.

"Old aunt, stop talking nonsense, we didn't lose."
Chapter completed!