The middle-aged man in white was grinding the chess pieces on his fingertips and staring at the chessboard in front of him. He had never been so focused.
The chessboard is not small.
But for a middle-aged man in white, it is not too big, with only 1,800 vertical and horizontal lines, and a few slaps can still cover the whole chessboard.
At this moment, black and white words fell vertically and horizontally on the chessboard.
This chess game is different from the previous one when Xiao Yishan was here. The middle-aged man in white has been playing the game for a thousand years, and every time he makes seemingly random moves.
But after thousands of moves, a big dragon finally appeared on the chessboard.
The dragon raised his head, missing one eye.
Legend has it that in ancient times, or those long-lasting eras, there was a peerless master who used the heaven and earth as paintings and the great road as his brush. As soon as he started writing, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas appeared between heaven and earth. As the ink spread, millions of people were born. And then
With one stroke, there will be a dragon dormant between heaven and earth. All it takes is the finishing touch, and the real dragon of the world will appear.
Of course, Li Baiyi couldn't do this.
At most, it can only drop one stone, dot the dragon's eyes, cut off the shackles on the real dragon, and let him open his eyes and know how to fly for nine days.
Minister of Fulong, he quite likes this title.
But at this moment, the black chess piece in Li Baiyi's hand never fell. The latter's eyes were fixed on the real dragon on the chessboard, as if hesitating and waiting.
Once the child falls, everything will really change.
Without a protector, he didn't know if he could lift the real dragon on the chessboard up to the sky. If he made a mistake, he might be skinned before the real dragon could fly.
Cramps, extinguishing the last bit of energy.
…
The black stone on the other side has not yet fallen, and has not been able to squeeze out the white stone on the chessboard. In the torn sky in the Yin Yang Valley, a huge monster appeared.
It's really big!
The body stretched for more than thirty miles and was three times larger than the previous Evil King. The blood-red wings covered the sky and swooped down without any reason, heading towards the forest wilderness.
In the sky, the moment the sky was torn open, Lin Huang's attack and killing techniques were like a river bursting out of its banks, heading towards the terrifying monster.
Keng Keng Keng Keng.
There were only a few clanging sounds between heaven and earth. It was just like the sound made by a young man who had just stepped into the martial arts and pounded an iron pillar randomly.
Lin Huang's heart suddenly sank.
With his feet on the path of Abi Shura, three thousand heroic spirits in his body, and eight times the wrath of Shura in his body, his combat power is comparable to that of a peak martial saint. He only made a few crisp sounds, and even the latter's fur was shocked.
No injuries.
The realm of the Holy King!
The forest wasteland was as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. It was indeed three times bigger, and the realm was horribly raised by two levels... Even if there were three thousand Martial King realm heroes wearing them, it would be impossible to make up for the gap.
Only when a warrior realizes the Tao and enters the realm of the King of Martial Arts can he open the door to martial arts.
Only when a warrior understands the rules and secrets can he step from the foot of the mountain to the top. The gap and difficulty are much more terrifying than when a warrior understands the Tao.
Therefore, the gap between warriors at the upper and lower levels of the Holy Realm is huge.
When faced with the Evil King's clone, Lin Huang used all his means to make Wu Hou kill Wu King; but trying to kill the Holy King with the martial saint realm was like a worm shaking a tree.
There was a bang.
After Lin Huang's previous move was blocked, the Blood Crow in the void, which might be called the Evil Saint, had already reached Lin Huang.
When one wing falls, it sweeps dozens of miles of space.
Lin Huang's figure was swaying like a meteor across the sky. He spent a third of his energy and appeared twenty miles away at a terrifying speed, avoiding the evil saint's attack.
The Evil Saint in the void turned back, like a superior god looking down at countless ants. It seemed that because he had been imprisoned for thousands of years and was unbearably lonely, the murderous intent in his body was extremely strong.
It was so strong that all the Wuhous on the battlefield knelt on the ground. All the people below Wuhou seemed to have an evil dragon stirring up trouble in their bodies, and they couldn't suppress it and they exploded to death one by one.
Lin Huang turned back and forgot about the battlefield below, with a murderous intention in his heart. He raised the demon-suppressing knife in his hand again, like a small ant, to face the behemoth in front of him.
Now, since he is the most powerful person in the Eastern Spirit Realm, he should stand at the forefront of the torrent.
Even if it is not for those strange warriors, there are Lin Cangxue, Bai Xiaopang and Lu Han on the battlefield, and there are Qin Xuance and Lin Beichen in the Eastern Spirit Realm...
A holy king who can crush the Eastern Spirit Realm has arrived. He can't escape, so he can only fight for the one in ten thousand opportunity.
Although there are thousands of people, I will go!
In the void, Lin Huang held the embroidered god in his hand, the demon-suppressing double sword, and the black and white light reappeared.
In one hand, there are three knives of Abi Dao, and in the other hand, White Hair Cuts Chunqiu, and he pushes it towards the evil saint in front. The light shines on the nine heavens, and it seems that it can kill everything.
However, when the Evil Saint waved his wings, there was only a bang, and the Cross Yama that emerged like black and white light suddenly shattered and was annihilated invisible by the Evil Saint.
"What can a real dragon do in this world? As long as it has never opened its eyes and has never encountered the storm, it is still just a little reptile, not even a reptile!"
The evil saint's sharp voice sounded in the void, as loud as the sound of heaven falling from the avenue.
"Thousands of years ago, the Zuojia Ming Cult suppressed our clan. They were so arrogant and arrogant, but what happened in the end? They just became a clown who was skinned and boned by the people of the world, and they will be infamy forever. The sun and the moon have set for a thousand years, and now I want to
Are you making a comeback? Have you ever asked me about the extraterrestrial gods?"
Under the sky, the Evil Saint spoke coldly, as if he was speaking to Lin Huang, and he seemed to be speaking to the three thousand heroic spirits in Lin Huang's body, and he seemed to be questioning the chess players outside Dongling.
Before the Evil Saint could finish his words, he started to kill Lin Huang again. This time, his speed was several times faster than before...
Lin Huang's expression changed drastically, and he stepped out in the air.
Bang.
Lin Huang moved more than fifty miles in one step, but he was still swept away by the evil saint's wings. He fell like a meteor into the mountains and rivers, and was directly thrown into an abyss of a hundred feet. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
In the void, the Evil Saint snorted coldly, not bothering to talk to the group of ants in the Eastern Spirit Realm, but continued to move towards the abyss...
In the battlefield, Lin Cangxue threw down her drumsticks and ran towards the abyss. Before she could fly ten miles, she was blown hundreds of miles away by the strong wind set off by the wings of the Evil Saint.
In the military formation, Xuanyuan Tibing vomited blood and moved forward with his gun again, but suddenly he stumbled down. He had already run out of fuel and was unable to fight anymore.
If the evil king before was invincible.
Today's Evil Saint is truly invincible...
In just a moment, the Evil Saint had already rushed down, approaching the abyss of a hundred miles, and could completely crush the forest wilderness with just one wing across the ground.
Lin Huang will definitely die.
Not only because the Evil Saint is confident in his own strength, but also because in the world outside Dongling, there are still two old guys guarding him. No matter how bad they are, they can still hold on for a while.
A string of Buddhist scriptures.
A locust tree branch.
And killing a Linhuang is just a matter of raising the sword and falling with it. How can it take so long? It's ridiculous that the strategist under the willow tree thinks that his plan for thousands of years is unparalleled in the world.
It's a pity that the real dragon has to die before it wakes up...