"Om!"
On the top of the mountain, under the ancient pavilion.
Two figures, one old and one young, were sitting opposite each other, each twisting a son, looking at the chessboard in front of them intently.
And as the two kept dropping their pieces, they saw the divine glory shining on the chessboard, and the vision rose.
There are divine swords and wild halberds open and close, and the ancient clock and Dalu are blooming with fairy glory.
Contains the era and envelopes the blue sky.
The endless Dao Yun concealed the chess game, turning the black and white pieces into illusions.
The colorful Xia light shines, and the entire chessboard seems to be transformed into a battlefield.
Axe, knife and fork, sword and halberd barb appear out of thin air, killing two.
With Li Zhichu's cultivation base, at this moment, he only felt that everything in front of him seemed illusory and true. Before he knew it, he felt Dao Xin trembled and his breath languished, and he didn't dare to look at the chessboard again.
Compared to Li Zhichu, Zhong Tu at this time was undoubtedly more shocked.
His realm is at the peak of the holy realm, and he is famous all over the world for his formation.
Although the tactics and chess roads sounded irrelevant, they all enter the road with the heart, and the slightest points are the opportunities for reversal.
On the other hand, Ling Xiao, a young master of the ancient clan who was just born, and a person of respect, how could he cultivate his heart so far, even if he was talented? !
Even though the two of them didn't show a trace of spiritual power cultivation at this time, it was even more troublesome to learn from the Dao Fa!
Time passed slowly, at this moment, under the mountain, countless students from the school had already gathered.
Even some of the elders of the holy realm had shock and horror on their faces.
Especially Zhong Tu's gradually dignified face and the sweat oozing from his forehead made people feel extremely unreal.
How embarrassed the master of the dignified four houses was persecuted by a respectable youth?
"boom!"
Until Xia Rui dissipated above the blue sky, an astonishing general trend fell down.
Thousands of ways are obliterated, and the precious light is utterly silent.
The one that Zhongtu raised did not fall.
At this moment, his eyes seemed to waver, and even his arms were trembling slightly.
In my heart, there was even more turbulent waves.
If he loses, no matter where he falls, the general situation is gone, and no amount of hesitation is just... a dying struggle.
"Hey…"
In the end, Zhong Tu lightly sighed, and his aura suddenly lifted off. Even the void vision was silently choked and collapsed.
"The younger generation is terrible, the younger generation is terrible."
No matter how unwilling Zhongtu is, he still has to admit that Ling Xiao's psychic strength has already surpassed the contemporary category.
Of course, if he is just a teenager, this character is really daunting.
However, since there is someone with the emperor's holy name, he must assume the mission and responsibility of the human race.
Impeccable.
It's ridiculous that I actually wanted to worship a brother with him before, but now it seems that Ling Xiao is at least at the level of a master...father with this character alone.
"Senior, accept."
Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, looking at a black figure standing on the mountain road far away.
Seven grades of respect, 17,000 air luck, ten thousand formations and two killings.
It was a young boy with a pair of weird eyes, dark and deep, without a strand of white.
From a distance, it looks like a pair of ghost pupils, with no emotions and no waves.
A slightly pale face, delicate and elegant, quiet and indifferent.
The black hair was in a bun, and it was a little messy.
He stood there, whispering like a mountain breeze, silently.
"Chuan'er, come here."
Zhong Tu waved his hand and called the young man from the mountains.
If he had never thought before, that one day he would send this most proud disciple into the hands of others in the form of gambling, then at this time, he was a little relieved.
Ling Xiao's talents need not be repeated for a long time.
Today, he proves his heart with chess and is unparalleled in the world.
Although Ning Chuan is a genius of Dao, he can be withdrawn in disposition and evil in Dao.
Once one day, he falls into the devil's way, it is very likely that he will become a great demon who is doing harm to the world!
At that time, not only is his reputation as Zhongtu absent, he is afraid that even Daotian Academy will be completely reduced to a laughing stock.
On the other hand, Ling Xiao is full of righteousness and vigor.
With Chuan'er's temperament, following him day by day, he might be able to break free from the obsession of killing.
More importantly, Ling Xiao's immortal posture is incomparable, and I am afraid that only he can make Ning Chuan truly agree.
"Master."
Ning Chuan's voice was as clear and soft as his appearance, without a trace of hostility.
From the outside, it was difficult to connect him with the madman Li Zhichu said.
"This is Young Master Ling Xiao."
Zhongtu sighed, and a ray of vicissitudes suddenly appeared on his face, "You have mastered all of the seventy-two ancient dynasties in our array, and there is nothing to teach you as a teacher. In the future, you will follow the young master's side. , Join the WTO to experience it."
Anyone who becomes a dragon will always have some guardians behind him.
Even if the realm master swayed a realm, and the world was invincible, the realm master's hall was still in control of the blue sky, not him alone.
The seven hall masters, each shocking the world.
It is because of their following that the realm master can arbitrarily judge Qing Cang for one hundred thousand years, and no one dared to give birth to the slightest strange heart.
Since Lingxiao has the appearance of an emperor, and the emperor's power is revealed, Ning Chuan follows him in the chaos, which may not be a way out.
"Entry into WTO?"
Ning Chuan frowned slightly, and for the first time a trace of expression appeared in a pair of pure gloomy black eyes.
"I have made an agreement with the young master. From today on, you can leave the formation with him."
Zhongtu said indifferently, and turned and went down the mountain.
He knew that with Ning Chuan's temperament, if he wanted him to surrender someone, there was bound to be a contest.
Even if he trusts this little disciple extremely, even in Zhongtu's heart, he is the real No. 1 in the fourth academy, but... facing Ling Xiao, he still has no chance of winning.
"Let's go."
Looking at the figure of the old man walking away, Ling Xiao didn't see a trace of expression on his face.
He naturally felt the war intent in Ning Chuan's eyes. A madman like him was naturally unwilling to surrender anyone.
And if he wants him to surrender, the best way is...War!
"Master's promise to ask me to follow you does not mean that I will agree."
really!
At this time, Ning Chuan just said indifferently, and had no intention of following Ling Xiao at all.
"Oh? You are wrong, I don't want you to follow."
Ling Xiao turned his head, looked at the slender figure in black clothes with a cold expression, and suddenly raised a touch of sorrow at the corner of his mouth, "I want you to surrender."
"Don't think about it."
In Ning Chuan's eyes, there was a sudden turbulence of black and white, and he saw his steps stepping forward, revealing his entire body.
During the rush of Shenhui, the ancient mountain ground at its feet directly shattered into ten thousand zhang cracks.
Then!
He pointed out a finger, and as his eyes came, a series of weird black lights whizzed away, turning thousands of prosperous flowers, different flowers, countless chains of order winding open, deriving layers of Taoism.
Suddenly, the void was sealed, and Ling Xiao's figure was instantly imprisoned while the formation pattern was extinguished.
"You go now, maybe there is still a chance."
Ning Chuan's figure stood among the thousands of flowers, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth was actually a ghastly bloodthirsty smile.
At this moment, he finally showed the posture of a madman who yearned for killing.
"No! It's the Ancient Slaughter God Formation, Ning Chuan! Stop it!"
Outside the ancient pavilion, Li Zhichu's pretty face paled, and a touch of sincere fear appeared in his eyes.