The real battle has just begun.

The vast abyss, under the huge black and white chessboard.

Xu Yanting raised his head and looked up at the black and white light spots, with the changing light and shadow reflected in his eyes.

He was still wearing a simple gray-white robe as usual, his expression was calm and composed, and there was no sign of any impatience or anxiety, but his hair was completely white.

There was no wind in the abyss, so no one could see that his legs, which were covered by his clothes, were turning into black and white light spots and disappearing.

At this moment, half of Xu Yanting's calf had turned into nothingness, and it was still spreading upwards.

But he seemed not to notice any pain, and just looked at the black and white battlefield without sadness or joy.

Everything comes at a price.

There are five levels of Dao Formation, but the second level is rare in the world. The first level Dao Formation only exists in Tianyuan Star and Holy Dao Star. It can be said that it is the only one in the world.

But today, the third level one Dao Formation appeared in this world.

It may appear as short-lived as a flash in the pan, but the brilliance and splendor of this moment are enough to leave indelible traces in the world.

It took the lives of tens of thousands of cultivators to leave this mark.

Take...his own life to leave this trace.

Just like a stick of lit incense, when the incense burns out, it will die.

And this kind of annihilation is irreversible, because... it is the obliteration of the Tao level.

While erasing Bai Zi, he is also erasing himself.

Because after all, he is not a strong person who leaves the Tao. Even if he is at the pinnacle of the true Tao, even if he is extremely talented in the formation, even if he borrows external help, he is still far away from that level.

But, he didn't tell anyone.

He will die here quietly, alone.

However, there is nothing to regret.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

He has set up the most peak formation in the world, and has even seen the infinite vastness of the world.

Although there are thousands of formation masters in the world, he is still worthy of the name "Emperor of formations".

For him, this is the happiest ending.

…

Blood flowed along the lines and gaps of the chessboard, quickly seeped into it and disappeared.

Shang Xunyu barely supported his body with his long sword. He felt that his vision was blurred and the flow of blood was making him weaker.

He had killed his opponent for the third time, but this process only repeated his despair.

Because there are three fatal rules in this chess game:

First, Black moves first, and White can then defend and counterattack.

Second, the black man can be reborn after death, and the death of the white man is erasure in the true sense.

Third, the black ones can form a battle formation with others, but the white ones can only move in twos at most. If there is a third one, they will be far away.

The second article alone is enough to determine the invincibility of the royal family, and they are just struggling to their death.

It is true that Shang Tianyu, who was once the number one genius in the Southern Territory and later received abundant resources from the Daoling Tribe, had a smooth journey. He had already advanced to the Hedao realm before the war, while Fu Jirui was still at the peak of enlightenment and could not do anything.

Compared with him.

Therefore, Shang Zhenyu easily killed Fu Jirui for the first time, and the latter's only achievement was leaving a wound on his left arm.

The second time, Shang Tianyu also suppressed the opponent easily, but Fu Jirui's final self-destruction caused him serious injuries.

For the third time, Shang Xianyu watched the intact Fu Jirui rush out of the void again, and his heart lost his fighting spirit, leaving only bitterness and despair.

He didn't know if such rebirth was infinite, so he could only deceive himself and kill the other party once more, and maybe it would be over.

However, every time Fu Jirui died, he would become stronger when he reappeared, which gave Shang Tianyu an extremely bad premonition.

Perhaps, what he killed was just the projection of the other party. None of them came here without their true bodies, so no matter how hard he tried, he could not hurt Fu Jirui's roots. And once he died, he would be killed along with his true body.

Tao formation obliterates.

This time, he tried his best and used many trump cards to finally survive, but he clearly knew that the next time he would die, he would probably be the one who died.

However, the urging footsteps sounded again.

Shang Xunyu managed to raise his head. His left eye was covered with blood and he could only see through his right eye. Fu Jirui's figure gradually solidified and he walked towards him unhurriedly.

The other party's aura was infinitely close to the Hedao realm, but Shang Xianyu's state had fallen to rock bottom.

If you want to survive, you can only escape and join up with another master from your own camp.

But the other cultivators from the princes probably wanted him to die, and how could the people of the Daoling clan care about an insignificant cannon fodder?

Rather than die in such embarrassment, it is better to retain the last dignity.

"Fu Jirui." He suddenly said.

Fu Jirui stopped five meters opposite Shang Xinyu and watched him teetering on the sword.

"Ha, actually I can understand you too."

Shang Xinyu said hoarsely: "Fu Jirui is dead, and the one who is alive now... is Lord Shanya, and it can only be Lord Shanya."

"Similarly, Shang Tianyu has been dead for a long time. The one who is alive now is just a lackey of the Dao Ling Tribe, a lackey who can't even be called an avenger."

His voice was filled with self-deprecation and bitterness: "You and I are no longer ourselves."

Fu Jirui faced him silently with his sword pointed at the ground.

He could still vaguely recall that the gentle, elegant and well-rounded No. 1 genius in the South, who always seemed calm and confident no matter what situation he was in.

Comparing himself with him is like the stars competing with the bright moon. Except for the formation, they can't compete with each other.

But the young man in front of him was as miserable as a bereaved dog, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were stained with blood, and there was no trace of nobility or elegance.

It stands to reason that he can laugh at the opponent wantonly and humiliate this former mortal enemy with a victor's attitude.

But, he didn't.

He just felt that it was a little funny and a little sad.

Because Shang Tianyu was right, it had only been five or six years, and they were no longer themselves.

If he were still the heir to Rhea, he would probably take revenge on the royal family at all costs, just like Lan Zhi did.

However, he is Shanya Gong and the master of the Fu family, so he must consider the inheritance of the family.

Neither Xilian nor the two major spiritual clans can be offended by him.

However, the situation was such that he and Shang Bingyu could only be trapped in the torrent of war, unable to help themselves.

"Are you done?" After a long silence, Fu Jirui said again.

"I didn't have anything to say, I just felt a little emotional suddenly." Shang Bingyu said softly.

He raised the sword with difficulty, bit by bit, straightened his back, took a deep breath and said: "Well, at least before I die, there are still people willing to listen to my nonsense. It's better than...

Died silently in the corner, as if it had never existed."

Shang Bingyu raised his hand, wiped away the blood on his face with his spiritual power, and raised a carefree smile: "Come on."

Fu Jirui tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, but suddenly his mind tightened. He sensed the great danger and stepped back without hesitation.

However, his figure was a little slower after all.

A beam of deep purple and almost black light appeared out of nowhere and penetrated directly through his chest.

Wisps of squirming purple threads penetrated into his body and spread all over his body in an instant, making him unable to bend his fingers or move his eyes.

He could only watch helplessly as a man with a sinister face appeared in front of him and pointed at his eyebrows.

When the difference in strength is too great, even a game of Othello cannot reverse the gap in realm.

The Zhendao elder of the Daoling clan in front of him has obviously understood the rules of this place, so he acts alone and can cooperate with any Baizi. At the same time, he did not choose to kill Fu Jirui, but controlled him.

As for why he was able to attack Fu Jirui first, I'm afraid he deliberately took an extra hit when fighting others before and did not fight back, so that he would have the initiative when facing other white men.

If there are rules, there will inevitably be loopholes. I believe that there are probably more than one people who have understood the rules thoroughly.

Especially when Fu Jirui sensed that his spiritual power was passing away rapidly and was being swallowed up by the other party, his mind sank to the bottom.

The enemy is smarter than he thought. In this chessboard world, the enemy's white pieces cannot absorb the spiritual energy of the world and can only rely on their own elixirs to recover.

But this Zhendao elder has obviously found a way, which is to pick on the weakling, suck out the spiritual power, kill the opponent, and then repeat the process after he is reborn, so that the spiritual power can be continuously restored.

However, even if he understood the opponent's intention, Fu Jirui was completely unable to resist, and could only be cut off by those purple threads after his spiritual power was exhausted.

His body disappeared little by little, and the Zhendao elder withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Shang Bingyu.

Shang Bingyu opened his mouth, wondering whether he should say thank you, but the other person's cold gaze suddenly made his hair stand on end.

"You can't play any role anyway, so why not contribute your last strength to me."
Chapter completed!