"He will die fighting and no one will know he is a traitor."
The mole falls, holding the black chess piece.
"The situation of three feet is the battlefield; when the soldiers are gathered together, the two enemies are equal." Zhu said again.
Li Xi'an made a move and held the white chess piece.
It was rare that he was not good at something. At this moment, the white chess pieces on the chessboard had almost been eaten up by the black chess pieces. At any time, the mole could build up the airless stones on the chessboard one by one and lift them out, presumably clearing most of the white chess pieces.
The mole is in charge of the chessboard with murderous intentions, and there is no wave in his eyes. Making moves, losing energy, and turning his hands to control life and death are just like reality.
The old man in red clothes died.
Don't ask about the reason or original intention. Since the old man did it, he should have the consciousness of being killed, or even the consciousness of being ruined and being cast aside by the people of Li tribe together with his family. He is no longer a child.
, this thought should have been thought of before making this move. The mole had already given him the most merciful death.
"I think... let's swap pieces for each other. I'll go first. Maybe I'll have more time to struggle." Li Xi'an looked at the poor white chess piece on the chessboard where he had nowhere to go, and smiled bitterly.
I have learned too much.
Since his rise, he has never stopped learning. He respects Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism. He knows the art of Gu and is the best at it. He also eats food from hundreds of families. If it weren't for a group of uninvited guests coming from the depths of the mountain, he should have stepped out of here long ago.
Anonymous in a certain human city. He told Li Xi'an that he wanted to walk around the world. This land was his home, but it would not be a place where he would stay forever.
"No need." He shook his head.
"If I give you the black man, you won't be able to play mine." Seeing the young man wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket looking slightly frozen, he hesitated and said, "Even if I give you the black man at this time, you won't be able to play me."
Li Xi'an held the white hand and hovered in mid-air.
"Change." The young man said calmly, and at the same time, he lowered the Bai Zi in his hand to the dead end.
After half a stick of incense, the setting sun hung in the sky.
Layers of rolling clouds of fire rippled, and the white pieces on the chessboard were stained with the blood of the setting sun, giving it a more murderous air.
The murderous aura of sunset permeated the entire chessboard. The white chess piece had turned its offensive and swallowed up all the black chess pieces. Every white stone was stained with the red light of the sky, like a real soldier returning from a bloody battle, fighting with iron and blood, driving away tigers and wolves.
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Li Xi'an put down the black chess piece in his hand and stopped making any moves.
Get up.
Mole was still sitting on the chair, looking at the cornered black piece on the chessboard.
This black piece is the ancient monk.
Previously, the momentum was like a dragon, devouring all the white ones. At a certain moment, the attack and defense were reversed, and the white ones counterattacked the black ones, bathed in blood, with dusk as the boundary. "How are your people arranged?" Li Xi'an faced the setting sun.
The bloody dim light reflected his face like a flame rising in the vast snow.
"They will fight for themselves, for their families, and for the tribes here. In this era, if you don't want to be drowned by the new waves, you have to fight bloody battles. It doesn't matter whether I am willing to protect them. If there is no battle and thirst for blood on the way to rise, it will be missing.
Too much scenery.” “On this road, death is also the destination.”
"By the way, I have never seen your true form." Zhu said, a rare curiosity rising in his eyes. "Your aura is almost completely covered."
"I'll see you." Li Xi'an replied.
The emperor may not be able to detect that the fish-dragon robe covers the body's energy, which can only be regarded as embarrassing in the eyes of moles.
Li Xian watched silently as the setting sun in the west gradually disappeared over the mountains, outlining the rolling red skyline.
Mole also stood up and stood beside the young man.
Dusk fades and night falls, hiding murderous intentions. The kings are waiting for prey to break into their hunting grounds.
After the last ray of light disappeared, the moonlight did not appear as promised.
However, the young man's big cotton-padded jacket disappeared. His ancient mysterious clothes were embroidered with gold scales, and his black hair with splashes of ink was scattered casually. He stretched out his hand and caught the first drop of rain under the eaves.
"Listen, it's raining.
He said softly, the magnificent lotus blossoms slowly blooming in his eyes.
As the smoke rises, an emperor comes with a magnificent imperial realm!
They overlook this quiet village.
The leader carries a long sword on his back, with scarlet robes flying. His eyes are full of murderous intent. He comes to clear the last obstacle for the Master, so that the Master can reshape his Dharmakaya and once again become the unshakable one in the true realm.
There are three emperors and eight sun gods. There are also a lot of disciples accompanying them.
They showed enough strength to crush the Li tribe, even including the great shaman who appeared recently and could easily kill the two Yang gods.
Xihuang returned from his last visit to the ancestral palace, and his cultivation level has skyrocketed. Now he is enough to suppress the king all by himself.
However, in the Yangshen realm, those who can defeat the emperor are considered invincible. But it is not enough. The Xihuang alone is more powerful than the three emperors last time. What's more, there are also two emperors traveling together. In the realm of the emperor, it is not
That rare king must bow!
The oppression of the imperial realm alone can suppress a low-level creature from holding its head high.
If it weren't for the birth of such a king in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they would have retired long ago after their success, leaving the evil gods to take charge of the mountains. But the tip of their noses felt cold.
"Is it raining?" Xihuang raised his head and looked at the thick black clouds covering the stars and moon.
It would be impossible to rain in normal weather at this time. He hated this kind of sudden heavy rain without warning, which would remind him of a certain bad memory.
Buzz-
The void rippled.
Three pairs of star-like pupils are looming.
"He's here!" The two emperors beside him whispered, fear flickering in their eyes. Speaking of which, the emperor would be afraid that Yang Shen would be afraid of being laughed out of his mouth if he spoke out.
The behemoth lowered its two arms, holding pills. The other four arms held ferocious sharp blades. They were cast from his carapace that had transformed and fallen off, and are still extremely sharp. They had cut the emperor half to death before.
The emperor's territory could have expanded hundreds of miles in an instant, covering not only the Li tribe villages below, but also the nearby mountains.
But at this moment, the Imperial Dao realm is compressed and can only expand outward by hundreds of meters and kilometers.
Xi Huang frowned.
The mole disappeared, and appeared behind them in an instant, with four arms holding blades, and slashing down on the three emperors with the force of the sky! It seemed that nothing in the world could make this king afraid, even if he faced the three emperors at the same time, he would still be afraid of them.
It's a direct attack.
The remaining elders of Yang Shen and their disciples were fighting in Libu, with smoke, fire, and chaotic and mottled spirits going crazy.
The Xihuang Sword came out, and the roar of the weapons shook the torrential rain, shaking it away.
"You will regret your decision to stay." said the man in scarlet robes dancing wildly.
"You will die here and become food for Gu insects." The giant creature covered by the heavy rain said calmly.
There is a majestic aura, there is a natural way, and there is a lotus seat of the Buddha.
Four sharp blades wielded like dragons.
There were threads of cracks spreading like a spider web from the place where the sharp blade was cut, and the Emperor Xi and the other two emperors were horrified to see it.
The cosmic laws of several essential laws of the universe! Even if it is only a prototype, it is shocking enough.
During the battle, Xi Huang gradually calmed down and felt horrified. No matter how powerful or evil this creature was, it was still a creature in the Yang God Realm, but it was comparable to him. The other two emperors were not just pretentious beings. They attacked together with Xi Huang, and it was difficult for him to resist. .
The sound of rain, wind and thunder tonight is a funeral song for this king!
Xihuang's movement of swinging his sword suddenly stopped, and he even stopped breathing.
He also heard the sound of steel rubbing against each other in the rain.
Turning around suddenly, there was no mistaking that voice! He looked towards the dark and endless rain curtain behind him. The other two emperors looked at the bloodless Tin Emperor with doubts on their faces. Why did this unrivaled emperor suddenly become so famous? He has the image of a drowned dog. The majesty of the emperor no longer exists.
The expanding heat surged, evaporating the rainwater, and the white mist curled away like smoke. There was another indescribable giant swimming in the heavy rain. Its iron scales clasped together and beat the rainwater, truly playing a funeral song. .
The dazzling golden firelight was so clearly visible in the heavy rain.
The majesty fell down like a mountain.
The two emperors felt that they must be crazy. Why did they feel pressure from a Yang God realm creature?
The dragon-shaped figure lowered its slender and thick neck, revealing a red copper ghost face in the white mist. The branches and horns were like ancient trees, and the red scales were like thick knives. He looked at the three emperors, and the golden flames danced in his eyes, exactly the same as two years ago.