Chapter 8: Accept the Creator God as his wife

"Where is this?" Xing Fei directly penetrated the void and appeared on a mountain. Then, his eyes flashed with excitement and looked at the top of the mountain.

"It's the ancient Nine Palaces chessboard, which seems to be the real chessboard of heaven and earth, with sentient beings as chess pieces." Xing Fei's brows frowned deeply, and once again saw the chessboard born from heaven and earth, his mind was a little shaken.

He didn't know why he appeared here after leaving the vast starry sky.

Perhaps it is because this is originally a channel where different time and space crosses.

Even though his cultivation level increased greatly at this time, and there was a powerful fusion of the heavenly thoughts in the spiritual consciousness, Xing Fei still felt a little confused in this mysterious space. In this space, there seemed to be an ancient and mysterious power, which made Xing Fei a little confused.

He no longer thought about this, raised his head and looked at the endless sky in the distance, which was in chaos, without any signs of edge. Even Xing Fei could not see the edge with his eyes of the sky. Only this lonely plain and the abrupt mountain in the center of the plain seemed to have existed since eternity, endless years.

This is the mysterious place he passed by before entering the ancient wilderness world. Xing Fei now has no time to explore what kind of place it is. Whether it is really as the universe said, the sky and the sky are composed of many overlapping worlds, and whether this is one of the mysterious intersection points. Xing Fei frowned slightly. Now he could have returned directly from here to the real Zhoutian world where he was, but he could not.

"Phil, Demon Spirit, I'm here..." Xing Fei roared, suddenly reached out and grabbed the void in front of him, and grabbed the void in time and space, and a sharp breath of the ancient desolate world seeped out from the crack. Yes, he wanted to rush back to the ancient desolate world immediately. He had been away for many days. I wonder what the ancient desolate world is like. Can his relatives and friends withstand the slaughter of the Creation God?

Xing Fei took a step forward, just as Xing Fei's figure was about to disappear into the cracks of time and space, his expression suddenly became shocked. His body suddenly stopped and retreated again, not caring whether the cracks of time and space would disappear. His body instantly appeared in the center of the top of the mountain, on the mysterious Nine Palaces chessboard.

"this……"

Xing Fei looked at the natural chessboard that was crisscrossing mountains and valleys under his feet with horrors. He almost exclaimed incredibly that there were nine horizontal and vertical chessboards, but now, some subtle veins appeared in the squares of these nine chessboards. If you don't look carefully, it would be difficult to find out. Each square is divided into nine horizontal and vertical chessboards, as if it was a small chessboard.

Originally, there was only one chessboard, but now it turned into a large chessboard, which contained 9981 small chessboards. This discovery made Xing Fei buzz in his heart. His eyes were staring at the chessboard that was completely different from what he had seen before, and it was a bit unbelievable.

Mysterious information circulates in the mind in a chaotic way, especially the arrogant voice of the universe and gods. The sentient beings in the world, the universe and the sky, is an overlapping space world, which is divided immediately according to the idea of ​​the heavenly way.

Xing Fei looked at the chessboard that suddenly became complicated, and seemed to have understood something in his mind in an instant, but it was difficult to determine and could not figure out whether his guess was true or false.

Could it be that everything that the God of the Zhou Dynasty said is true? It is not a lie to me?

Xing Fei focused his mind and thought for a moment, and stopped thinking too much. He would understand everything, but now he does not have the ability to see through the secrets of heaven.

"No matter whether the way of heaven really collapses or whether Qiankun will really reorganize, all this has nothing to do with me. I just want to protect my relatives." Xing Fei murmured to himself, then looked at the chessboard on the top of the mountain, turned around suddenly, and stepped into the space-time channel. After he entered, the space-time channel quietly dissipated in the air, quiet again, as if it had never appeared.

"What's the point of scolding you? Who said that he wanted to destroy my surviving bloodline?"

Deep in the ancient cemetery in the ancient wilderness world, a rumble roar came from the sky above the ancient city. The mysterious vortex above the ancient city suddenly emitted a desolate and terrifying aura. The pressure made everyone in the ancient cemetery tremble. At the same time, a petrified hand poked out from the vortex and grabbed the little god Qian'er.

"Who are you?" Faced with such terrifying and pressured petrified hand, Qian'er's expression became solemn. The scimitar in her little hand flew out and violently slashed onto her hand.

Unexpectedly, the black scimitar that could have cut off everything in time and space was actually bounced up and could not hurt the petrified hand at a minute.

Qian'er's expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to reach out to grab the scimitar, the petrified hand grabbed it suddenly and actually grabbed the scimitar in her hand. A rogue voice came from the vortex: "Haha, this knife feels good, it belongs to me."

"Who are you?" Qian'er finally looked panicked, and she instinctively flew back several miles, looking vigilantly at the huge truth-telling hand outside the vortex.

"Who am I? I am your uncle." The sound in the vortex was very scoundrel. After the sound, the huge vortex suddenly split to both sides. A figure like a mountain appeared on the sky, thousands of feet tall, standing proudly in front of the ancient city of the sky.

The face of the terrifying stone man still retains the shadow of the beggar Nan Guo Tengfei, but it is too huge. In fact, it seems like a stone statue carved from a mountain. When I stand there, a terrifying pressure radiates uncontrollably in all directions. There are ripples like water waves around the space where the stone man is located, as if the void is unbearable and is about to collapse.

After the stone man with a beggar man appeared, he didn't even look at Qian'er, who was shocked in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the black spirit woman in the huge six-pointed ancient formation diagram above the sky in the distance: "Black spirit woman, long time no see."

"Are you the Stone Emperor?" As one of the five ancient creator gods, the Black Spirit Woman was just the incarnation of a clone in front of her. The eternal and beautiful face actually showed panic and fear for the first time. But soon, the Black Spirit Woman's expression returned to normal and became ruthless again. "No, you are not the Stone Emperor, who are you?"

"Hahaha, Black Spirit Girl, I didn't expect you to be so afraid of the Stone Emperor. Yes, I am not the Stone Emperor you know, I am the new Stone Emperor." The stone man seemed very proud.

"The new Stone Emperor? This is absolutely impossible. The Stone Emperor is an eternal existence like me. Even if there is a way in heaven and earth, it is difficult to destroy it. Since he fell forever, it would be impossible to be reborn. Who are you?" After a black spirit woman was slightly stunned, she asked coldly, not believing in the words of the stone man.

"Haha, if you want to know my identity so much, are you afraid that the Stone Emperor will really be reborn? Black Spirit Woman, don't care who I am. Since I am here today, if it is yours, I will naturally be difficult to fight against it. But now you are just a clone. Since you are here, don't want to leave, haha..." After the stone man said that, he stopped looking at the Black Spirit Woman, as if he knew that the Black Spirit Woman could not really take action. He turned around and looked at the Holy Son Princess Ren Xuerong above the ancient city of the sky behind him, and laughed: "Wife, what do you think you should deal with this Black Spirit Woman?"

"I've seen the Holy Son." At this time, the three ancestors of the clan moved forward at the same time and saluted respectfully to the stone man.

"I'm free, I hate you like this the most. Let go quickly. I'm asking my wife what I'm talking about." The terrifying stone man waved his hand impatiently, and the three ancestors of the clan smiled bitterly, but quickly flashed aside, and seemed very helpless about the personality of the clan's saint son.

"What do you want to deal with it?" Ren Xuerong, who was covered in red hair, looked faintly at the tall stone man in front of her. Her expression seemed very complicated, she loved and hated, and seemed very excited.

"Hehe, how about I'll take a concubine to serve you?" The Stone Saint Son laughed.

"Collection of a concubine?" Not only Ren Xuerong was stunned, but everyone who heard this sentence was dull and numb. This stone man was too shameless. What was he saying? He actually wanted to take the clone of the ancient Creation God Black Spirit Girl as a concubine.

"Yes, she is the clone of the Creator God. Hehe, when I subdued her, I was so obedient that I would be a concubine. When the black spirit girl's body was still angry when I saw me, hahahahahaha..." The stone man became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly laughed to the sky, very proud.

"Okay, if you can obey her, let her be a maid for me, hum, but you also said that she is an incarnation of the black spirit girl. Don't steal chickens and lose rice." Ren Xuerong said angrily.

When the stone man heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. Even the Jinghuo Phoenix and others not far away could see the pride and shameless lewd smile in the eyes of the stone man. This is not a holy son, he is simply a rogue scoundrel.

"Oh, damn it, I didn't expect that the beggar man was actually the sacred son of the clan, and he was paralyzed. Although I have reborn and increased my cultivation level, I still can't beat this boy. I am paralyzed and I'm so angry." The Jinghuo Phoenix looked dejected.

"So you are the Son of the Prophetic Stone Emperor." The Black Spirit Goddess of Creation God was still cold, and she seemed to have not heard the words of the Stone Man, and she did not feel angry at all.

"Yes, I am not only the saint son of the remnant clan, but also your future husband, hehe..." The stone man looked at the black spirit girl and smiled very vulgarly.

"Overbial power." The black spirit girl just hummed softly and ignored her.

"I didn't expect you to be the sacred son of the surviving clan. No wonder you could snatch my God-Slaying Sword." The little god Qian'er, who had always been puzzled not far away, suddenly sneered, and a pair of snow-white little hands quickly stroked out endless ancient runes on her chest.

The beggar man's body stone man looked at it strangely. Before he could react to what the little girl was doing, he suddenly felt as if a mysterious force was pulling the black scimitar in his hand.

Looking down, the scimitar that was originally grasping the palm of his hand disappeared out of thin air like smoke and turned into nothingness...
Chapter completed!