Chapter 362: Confucian Sage, the sky is a chessboard, and the stars are the falling stones.
"Female the clan?"
Yu Hongxiu frowned and looked at the several Yuan Zong disciples in front of her. Their expressions did not seem like they were lying.
Several monks looked at the appearance of the woman in front of them, lowered their heads quickly, and replied affirmatively:
"Yeah!"
"Senior, you can go and inquire at will. Nowadays, all the sects in the entire twenty-one states have either been sealed or destroyed..."
"How dare we lie and deceive our seniors?"
"..."
Yu Hongxiu took a deep breath and waved his hand casually. The monks instantly fled towards the distance as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Looking at the disappearing figures of several people, she clasped her hands together and continued to sort through the increasingly confusing thoughts.
Then she shook her head and cleared away the chaotic thoughts in her mind. The top priority was to notify the Holy Land of the events in the Twenty-one Prefectures as soon as possible and ask the Saint to come out, so that she could have a chance to quell this catastrophe.
"The Peony people shouldn't betray. Fortunately, when they were asked to investigate the matter of Xuanxuan Tian, all of them had already evacuated the sect."
"If it is true as these disciples say, there will probably be more than one troublemaker among the ten major sects."
"The Southern Emperor has been planning for so many years and has played such a big chess game in secret. I am afraid that the entire twenty-one states will be wiped out in one fell swoop to build the way of heaven."
"Mudan must be notified to integrate all the remaining powers of these sects..."
The mastermind behind the scenes skillfully weaved a large net that encompassed the entire twenty-one states. He knew clearly that there would be further terrorist actions behind the scenes, but based on the clues he knew now, he was completely clueless.
No idea of the next step.
Soon, Yu Hongxiu had sorted out everything she was going to do in her mind, drank the tea in the tea bowl, and her figure disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant.
...
Holy Land, Wucheng.
In the courtyard of the waterside pavilion, a woman with her hair hanging down was sitting quietly in the center of the courtyard.
Her waist is slender, and she is covered with a gauze skirt that has already been covered with dust.
Apart from her, there is only one very lush old locust tree in the empty courtyard. Although the weather has entered autumn, there are still many leaves left. The afternoon sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves and falls on the ground.
, forming tiny golden mottled patches.
The smooth bluestone under the woman's body has become slightly darker in color due to sitting there for too long.
Yao Yan's closed eyes trembled slightly, her heart kept beating, and she felt a little uneasy.
The Holy Land has been closed for a long time because of her retreat breakthrough, but she could vaguely touch the last step, but she still couldn't cross it.
The current state seems to be in a very mysterious state, not yet approaching the Mahayana, but half a step beyond the Mahayana.
"Dongdongdong——"
There was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.
Yao Yan's eyelids slowly opened halfway, and he raised his eyes to look at the door. After seeing the woman who walked in clearly, he said:
"Dieyi? What are you doing here?"
In the past few days, she seemed to be wandering outside her courtyard. Although she didn't intentionally observe her, she could still detect her rapidly beating heart, and she seemed to be feeling the same uneasiness as herself.
"It always feels like you have something on your mind."
"..."
Dieyi withdrew her hand and bit her lips gently.
The autumn wind lifted up the white gauze covering her face. Although only a corner was exposed, you could still see her rosy face and red lips.
Dieyi looked at Yaoyan uneasily, she was hesitating.
She didn't know if the world would change its timeline because of her reincarnation.
But at this time in the previous life, the Kou Xian Sect of the Twenty-one Prefectures was held in Nandu.
Although I did not go there in that life, I still knew exactly what kind of horrific riot broke out there.
In the last life, it was that man who personally came to ask the saint to come out of seclusion, and he had just put an end to the cholera that he didn't know who was behind it. He didn't know if all this would happen in this life.
But this was not the reason for her hesitation.
The reason why she hesitated was because there was a voice in her heart:
"Is he the man behind the catastrophe in Nandu?"
"Will he do it again? Can the Saint stop him this time?"
"If this catastrophe really happens again, will there be another bloody disaster?"
"Will he kill himself again??"
"..."
Finally, Dieyi calmed down her violent heartbeat, then looked at the saint and said slowly:
"Teacher...aunt."
"Die Yi has been feeling a little uneasy lately, always feeling like something big is happening in these twenty-one states..."
There was a bleak autumn wind, and some dead leaves fell from the branches.
Yao Yan slowly stood up from the stone, her eyes solemnly looking at the crack in the sky.
——It is far away from the Holy Land, and the direction seems to be hanging upside down in the sky.
Even though she was here, she could still feel how terrifying the spiritual energy storm at the scene would be. It had already reached the level of fluctuations approaching the Mahayana.
"Yes, your intuition is correct."
"I think someone will come to your door soon..."
Yao Yan's expression was slightly cold, and her consciousness was instantly enveloped in the ring in her hand, feeling the various spiritual power fluctuations on it.
"Nandu's spiritual energy is flowing abnormally, and I can no longer detect the spiritual energy in it."
"There may be variables there."
"..."
Just when the two of them were looking at each other, suddenly, a Holy Land disciple ran towards the waterside courtyard in a hurry, with his head lowered and an elder's token in his hands, he said respectfully:
"Holy girl, Xingyue Sect leader Yu Hongxiu holds the nineteenth elder's token and requests to meet the holy girl."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "She said there were urgent matters that she wanted to report to the saint!
"
Yao Yan's eyes were as calm as a pool of water, he reached out and took the token, and then replied:
"Let her in quickly."
"At the same time, prepare to open the Holy Land and announce it to the world."
Yaoyan adjusted his clothes and stretched out his hand to catch an autumn leaf:
"Gu, I'm out of seclusion!"
"..."
...
Nandu, Tomb of Thousand Emperors.
This is a dark underground palace, where the successive emperors of Southern Capital are deeply buried. Although they are named Thousand Emperors, in fact, only eight of them, counting from the oldest, are buried in it.
A sturdy middle-aged man just looked at the light curtain in front of him, feeling the traces of spiritual energy flowing on it, and sighed slightly:
"Nanhuang, those are my disciples after all."
"This time, you went a little too far!"
"..."
He lowered his head and looked at the little girl lying behind him, then reached out and patted her dragon horns:
"This world is very real. Those high-ranking immortal cultivators say that they don't want the glory and wealth in the world. In fact, this is ridiculous."
"Because they are already above the glory and wealth of the world. If their cultivation is destroyed and they are knocked down from the clouds and turned into dust, do you think they will still want it?"
"No one in this world can be free and easy without any pursuit. The truth is very vulgar, but very true."
"The emperor enjoys the glory and wealth of the world, but wants to live forever. This is something that goes against the law of heaven."
"..."
Ao Yue's golden eyes widened and she looked at him with confusion, not understanding why he was touching her horns and talking to her.
I didn't like others touching my dragon horns, but the middle-aged man in front of me was entrusted by my grandfather, and I couldn't beat him, so I just looked at him obediently.
"Old man, what do you want to express?"
"..."
The Confucian sage smiled casually, put his hands behind his back and spoke softly:
"The Southern Emperor invited me here because he wanted to use the dragon energy of the Southern Kingdom to restrain me."
"He expected that I would not take action against Zuo of the Southern Kingdom arbitrarily. If this Tomb of Thousand Emperors were destroyed, I would be burdened with this sin and create a heavy and irreparable cause and effect with the Southern Kingdom.
There is no hope of ascending in this life."
"This light curtain is very fragile. It is so fragile that with just a light touch, the entire Thousand Emperors Tomb will collapse, but the price is very heavy."
"As I said to you before, no one in this world is exempt from the secular world. Everyone has something they pursue. Even I am still obsessed with immortality in my heart."
"..."
This time Ao Yue understood. She stretched her head back, avoided his hand, and said:
"Old man, do you want to go out?"
"Should we wait until the fighting outside is over and ask Nanhuang to let you out?"
"..."
The Confucian Sage stretched out his hand to touch the light curtain. The light curtain was broken bit by bit. The entire Thousand Emperors Tomb also shook violently at this moment. The soil and dust poured down like a waterfall, and the earth trembled.
"Get out."
"My lost disciples are still outside."
"..."
Aoyue asked:
"Then you don't want to live forever?"
After hearing this, the Confucian sage gradually had a glimmer of light in his eyes. He took a deep look at the sky and said:
"There is something more important than ascension. At least at this moment, I really deserve to be called a Confucian Sage."
"After you go out with me, don't look back. Leave Nandu and return to Longchi in Beihai."
"..."
boom--
The Tomb of Thousand Emperors suddenly collapsed.
Along with this, there is also unknowable luck and cause and effect that weighs on the Confucian sages, and the world is like a chessboard move.
The prototype of a "chessboard" gradually emerged in the sky over Nandu, and a majestic righteousness rose into the sky, and the violent wind and rain could not enter.
Around him, thick black clouds quickly swept in.
A silver dragon broke out of the clouds, soared in the fierce wind and thunder, and quickly disappeared into the sky. However, the middle-aged man's chessboard became larger and larger, almost occupying the entire sky.
One by one, the chess pieces broke through the sky. The chess pieces were shining brilliantly and the aura of awe was so powerful that the thick black mist in the sky instantly dispersed. Like an immortal dividing the sea of clouds, half of the billowing sea of clouds receded to the left and half to the right.
Retreat.
A blank ravine a hundred feet wide was left in the middle.
The Confucian sage stood on the chessboard with his hands behind his back, looking towards Wenxian Mountain, looking at the Nanhuang who had been waiting not far away for a long time.
"Old man, I've been waiting for a long time."
At this moment, the boy's eyes were almost invisible in his eyes, only the endless vastness was left, in which the breath of books flickered all over the sky. He slightly opened his mouth, lifted up the wide cuff of his right hand with his left hand, and extended his right hand to
A little before, he smiled and said:
"Luozi."
The stars are dotted like a chessboard.
Star-studded.
Chess pieces that looked like stars appeared between the sky and the earth. They seemed to have no rules, but in fact, wherever they went, even the sound began to gradually die out. Three thousand six hundred chess pieces!
At this moment, everyone in Nandu raised their heads and looked at the scene in the sky in disbelief.
After Ji Nanjue, who was fighting with Ji Ruqinglong, noticed this aura, he stopped what he was doing, suddenly raised his head, and looked into the distance.
Ji Nanjue murmured to himself:
"It's a Confucian sage."
The elders and disciples of Dao Zong, Yuan Zong, Jian Zong...all the sects looked up at the sky, looking at the aura of awe soaring into the sky, their eyes flashed with excitement:
"he came......"
Using the sky as a chessboard and the stars as falling stones, it encompasses the entire sky.
At this time, there is no wind or rain in the sky, and when you look up, you can see the stars in the sky.
...
At dusk when the sun was setting, a well-dressed noble man with a head full of white hair was lying on a pair of slender thighs with a huge sword box beside him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! There is a pine tree next to the man, and an expressionless woman is sitting under the pine tree.
She was wearing a long gown and a veil on her head to cover her beautiful face, but her eyes were full of doubts as she stared at the man lying on her knees.
She didn't understand why she moved at the critical moment, nor why her chest lacked a hot heart.
"Ahem——"
Su Bei slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his lips were dry and cracked, and his throat felt like it was being cut with a knife, and there were bursts of severe pain.
"Tianjizi..."
Huang Fei gave him a dull look, her legs subconsciously joined together, and then she looked at him and said calmly:
"The lonely concubine."
Soon, Su Bei felt that his head fell into a soft feeling, and a familiar fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.
His mind was a little confused for a moment. He looked at Huang Fei's familiar face, then looked up at the fiery cloud in the sky above his head.
What comes into view is the gorgeous red and yellow colors, together with a mountain range that blocks the flaming clouds.
Su Bei reached out and tapped his painful brain, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said:
"I know, I mean, where is Tianjizi?"
"..."
Huang Fei glanced at Su Bei:
"You are going to die yourself, why do you care about others?"
"..."
Su Bei put one hand on the ground and struggled to get up.
Several ribs were broken in the chest. It seemed that the spiritual energy in the body had completely dried up, and he could not feel the sensation in his legs.
After finishing all this out of breath, Su Bei raised his head, faced Concubine Huang, and finally asked: