On the top of Mount Zhen, under the ancient pavilion.
Two figures, an old man and a young man, sat opposite each other, each twisting a piece and looking attentively at the chessboard in front of them.
And as the two people kept making moves, they saw divine radiance shining on the chessboard, and visions rising.
There are divine swords and desolate halberds opening and closing vertically and horizontally, and ancient bells and great plumes blooming with their celestial splendor.
It encompasses the era and covers the blue sky.
The infinite Taoist rhyme covers the chess game, turning the black and white stones into illusions.
The colorful rays of light shone with divine brilliance, and the entire chessboard seemed to turn into a battlefield.
Axes, axes, knives and forks, swords, halberds, hooks and thorns appeared out of thin air, killing without mercy.
With Li Zhichu's cultivation level, everything in front of him felt like illusion and reality. Unknowingly, he felt his Taoist heart trembling, his breath weak, and he didn't dare to look at the chessboard again.
Compared to Li Zhichu, Zhong Tu was undoubtedly more shocked at this time.
His realm is already at the peak of the Holy Realm, and he is famous all over the world for his formation technique.
Although formations and chess techniques sound completely unrelated, they are all based on the heart, and the smallest details are opportunities for reversal.
On the other hand, Ling Xiao, a newly born young master of the ancient clan and a person of high status, how could he cultivate his mind to this level even if he was extremely talented?!
Although neither of them had exerted any spiritual power at this time, the discussion of Taoist derivation was even more laborious!
Time passed slowly, and at this time, countless disciples from the academy had already gathered under the formation mountain.
Even some elders from the Holy Realm had a look of shock and panic on their faces.
Especially Zhongtu's increasingly solemn expression and the sweat on his forehead gave people an extremely unreal feeling.
The dignified master of the four courtyards was forced into such embarrassment by a respectable young man?
"boom!!"
Until the Xia Rui dissipates above the blue dome, and an astonishing trend falls down.
All things are wiped out, and the precious light is completely silent.
The son Zhongtu raised never fell down.
At this moment, his eyes seemed to have waves, and even his arms were trembling slightly.
In my heart, there was even more turmoil.
If he loses, no matter where his piece lands, the situation is over, and no matter how much hesitation hesitates, it is just... a desperate struggle.
"Why…"
In the end, Zhongtu sighed softly, and his aura suddenly disappeared. Even the void phenomenon was quietly suffocated, collapsed and dissipated.
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared."
No matter how unwilling Zhongtu was, he still had to admit that Ling Xiao's mental strength was probably beyond the scope of contemporary times.
Of course, if he was just a young man, his character would be truly terrifying.
However, since he has the Holy Name of the Human Emperor, he must shoulder the mission and responsibility of the human race moving forward.
Impeccable.
It's ridiculous. I actually wanted to be a brother with him before, but now it seems that based on his character, Ling Xiao is at least a master...father level.
"Senior, accept."
Ling Xiao smiled calmly and looked at a figure in black standing on the mountain road in the distance.
The seventh level of the Zun Realm, seventeen thousand fortunes, ten thousand formations, and two kills are close to the body.
It was a young man with a pair of strange eyes, dark and deep, without a trace of white.
Seen from a distance, they look like a pair of ghost eyes, emotionless and without any ripples.
A slightly pale face, delicate and elegant, quiet and indifferent.
The black hair is in a bun, slightly messy.
He stood there, as quiet as the mountain breeze whispering.
"Chuan'er, come here."
Zhongtu waved his hand and called the young man from the mountain.
If he had never thought before that one day he would give away his most proud disciple to others in the form of gambling, then at this time, he was somewhat relieved.
Ling Xiao's talent needs no further elaboration.
Today, he proves his heart with chess, unparalleled in the world.
Although Ning Chuan is a wizard of formation and Taoism, he has a withdrawn temperament and evil Taoist intentions.
Once he falls into the devil's path one day, he is likely to become a great demon who brings disaster to the world!
By then, not only will his reputation as Zhong Tu be gone, but even Daotian Academy will be completely reduced to a laughing stock.
On the other hand, Ling Xiao is full of righteousness and character.
With Chuan'er's temperament, and being nurtured by his side day by day, maybe he can break free from his obsession with killing.
What's more important is that Ling Xiao's immortal beauty is unparalleled, and I'm afraid only he can make Ning Chuan truly agree with him.
"Master."
Ning Chuan's voice, just like his appearance, was clear and soft, without a trace of hostility.
From the outside, it is difficult to connect him with the lunatic described by Li Zhichu.
"This is Young Master Lingxiao."
Zhongtu sighed, and a trace of vicissitudes suddenly appeared on his face, "You have mastered all the seventy-two ancient formations in our formation courtyard. I have nothing to teach you as a teacher. From now on, you will follow the young master.
, let’s get into the world and experience it.”
Anyone who becomes a dragon will always have some dragon guards behind him.
Even if the Realm Lord dominates a realm and is invincible across the world, the one who ultimately controls Qing Cang is still the Realm Lord Palace and not him alone.
The masters of the seven palaces are each amazing.
It is because of their following that the Realm Lord has been able to rule over Qingcang for a hundred thousand years, and no one dares to have the slightest dissent.
Since Ling Xiao has the appearance of a human emperor and his imperial power is revealed, it may not be a way out for Ning Chuan to follow him in the conquest in troubled times.
"Join the world?"
Ning Chuan frowned slightly, and for the first time, a look appeared in his pair of pure and gloomy black eyes.
"I have made an agreement with the young master. From today on, you can leave the formation with him."
Zhongtu said calmly, turned around and walked down the mountain.
He knew that with Ning Chuan's temper, if he wanted him to surrender to someone, there would be a fight.
Even though he had great trust in this young disciple, and even in Zhong Tu's heart, he was the real number one in the Fourth Academy, but... facing Ling Xiao, he still had no chance of winning.
"Let's go."
But looking at the old man walking away, there was no trace of expression on Ling Xiao's face.
He naturally felt the fighting spirit in Ning Chuan's eyes. A lunatic like him would naturally not be willing to surrender to anyone.
And if you want him to surrender, the best way is to... fight!!
"Master agrees to ask me to follow you, but that doesn't mean I will agree."
really!!
At this time, Ning Chuan just said it calmly, without any intention of following Ling Xiao.
"Oh? You are wrong, I don't want you to follow me."
Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at the slender figure in black with a cold expression. The corner of his mouth suddenly raised a hint of seriousness, "What I want is your surrender."
"Don't even think about it."
In Ning Chuan's eyes, black and white energy suddenly circulated, and he saw him taking steps forward, revealing everything around him.
As the divine brilliance surged, the ancient mountain ground at its feet suddenly shattered into tens of thousands of cracks.
Then!!
He stretched out his finger, and wherever his eyes went, strange black lights roared out, transforming into thousands of prosperous flowers, each one different, and countless shackles of order snaked open, evolving layers of Taoism.
For a moment, the void was sealed, and the formations flickered and disappeared, instantly trapping Ling Xiao's figure.
"If you leave now, you might still have a chance."
Ning Chuan's figure stood among thousands of flowers, his eyes were cold and cruel, and there was a sinister and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, he finally showed the attitude that a madman who yearns for killing should have.
"No! It's the Ancient God-Slaying Formation, Ningchuan! Stop it!!"
Outside the ancient pavilion, Li Zhichu's pretty face turned pale, and a hint of sincere fear appeared in her eyes.