The real battle has just begun.

The vast abyss, under the huge black and white chessboard.

Xu Yanting looked up at the black and white points of light, and his eyes were also reflected with changing light and shadow.

He was still dressed as usual in a simple gray-white robe, his expression was calm and calm, and he did not see the slightest impatience or restlessness, but his hair was completely white.

The abyss was windless, so no one could see that his legs, which were hidden under the hem of his clothes, were turning into black and white points of light.

At this moment, half of Xu Yanting's calves have turned into nothingness, and they are still spreading upward.

But he didn't seem to perceive the slightest pain, just looked at the black and white battlefield without sorrow or joy.

Everything comes at a price.

The Dao Array is divided into five grades, but the second grade is already rare in the world, and the first-grade Dao Array only exists in the Tianyuan Star and the Holy Dao Star, which can be described as the only two in the world.

But today, the third Yipindao Array appeared in this world.

It may be like a flash in the pan, but the brilliance and splendor of this moment are enough to leave an indelible trace in the world.

With the lives of tens of thousands of cultivators, this trace was left.

In order to...... His own life, to leave this trace.

It's like a lit incense, when the incense burns out, it is extinguished.

And such extinction is irreversible, because ...... It is the obliteration of the Tao at the level of the Tao.

While erasing Baizi, he is also erasing himself.

Because he is not a strong person who has deviated from the Dao after all, even if he is at the peak of the True Dao, even if he is extremely talented in the Formation Dao, even if he borrows external forces, he is too far from that level after all.

It's just that he didn't tell anyone.

Here he will die quietly, alone.

Still, there's nothing to regret.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

He had already laid out the pinnacle formation in the world, and he had seen the infinite vastness of the world.

Although there are thousands of array masters in the world, he is also worthy of the name of "Array Emperor" after all.

For him, this is the most happy ending.

......

The blood flowed through the cracks in the lines of the chessboard, and soon seeped into it and disappeared.

Shang Yuyu barely supported his body with his long sword, feeling that his vision was blurry, and the passage of blood was making him weak a little.

He had killed his opponent for the third time, but the process was only repeating his despair.

Because there are three deadly rules in this chess game:

First, the sunspot moves first, so that the white can defend and counterattack.

Second, Kuroko can be reborn after death, and Shiroko's death is erasure in the true sense.

Third, Kuroko can form a battle formation with others, but Shiroko can only act in pairs at most, and the third will be excluded from afar.

The second article alone is enough to decide that the royal family is invincible, and they are only dying.

It is true that Shang Yuyu, who was once a genius on the first day of the Southern Realm, and later obtained the rich resources of the Dao Spirit Clan, can be described as a smooth road, and he had already advanced to the Hedao Realm before the war, while Fu Jirui was still at the peak of enlightenment, and he could not be compared to him at all.

Therefore, Shang Yuyu easily killed Fu Jirui for the first time, and the latter's only success was a wound on his left arm.

The second time, Shang Yuyu also suppressed the other party very easily, but Fu Jirui's final self-explosion caused him to suffer a lot of injuries.

For the third time, Shang Yuyu watched the intact Fu Jirui rush out of the void again, and there was no fighting spirit in his heart, only bitterness and despair.

He didn't know if such a rebirth was infinite, so he could only deceive himself and kill the other party again, maybe it would be over.

However, every time Fu Jirui died, he would become stronger when he reappeared, which made Shang Yuyu have an extremely bad premonition.

Perhaps, what he killed was just the projection of the other party, and all of them were not here by the body, so no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to hurt Fu Jirui's roots, and once he himself died, he would be wiped out by the chessboard array along with the body.

This time, he tried his best and used a lot of hole cards to finally survive, but he clearly knew that there would be a next time, and he would probably be the one who died.

However, the sound of life-threatening footsteps sounded again.

Shang Yuyu barely raised his head, his left eye was covered with blood, and he could only see through his right eye, Fu Jirui's figure was little by little solid, and he walked towards him unhurriedly.

The other party's aura was infinitely close to the Hedao realm, but Shang Yuyu's state fell to the bottom.

If you want to survive, you can only run away and join up with the master of your own camp.

But the other princes and cultivators, I'm afraid they want him to die, and how can the people of the Dao Spirit Clan care about an insignificant cannon fodder?

Rather than die in embarrassment, it is better to retain the last dignity.

"Fu Jirui. He spoke suddenly.

Fu Jirui stopped five meters opposite Shang Yuyu and watched him staggering with his long sword.

"Heh, actually, I can understand you. ”

Shang Yuyu said hoarsely: "Fu Jirui is dead, and now he is alive...... It's a good Yagong, and it can only be a good Yagong. ”

"Similarly, Shang Yuyu has long since died, and what is alive now is just a lackey of the Dao Spirit Clan, a lackey who can't even talk about the Avengers. ”

His voice was soaked with self-deprecation and bitterness: "You and I are no longer ourselves. ”

Fu Jirui pointed his sword to the ground, and confronted him in silence.

He could vaguely recall that the gentle and delicate first-day genius of the southern realm seemed calm and confident no matter what situation he was in.

Compared with him, it is like the stars competing with the bright moon, except for the formation, everything else is beyond reach.

And the young man in front of him was as embarrassed as a lost dog, with a disheveled hair and blood-stained robes, and he couldn't find a trace of nobility and elegance.

It stands to reason that he can laugh at the other party and humiliate this former sworn enemy with the attitude of a victor.

But he didn't.

He just felt, a little ridiculous, a little sad.

Because Shang Yuyu is right, in just five or six years, they are no longer themselves.

If he is still the prince of Rhea, I am afraid that he will take revenge on the royal family at all costs, just like Lan Zhi.

However, he is the son of Ya Gong and the master of the Fu family, and must be considered for the inheritance of the family.

Whether it is the Western Union or the two major spirit clans, it is not something he can afford to provoke.

But the situation is like this, he and Shang Bingyu can only be caught in the torrent of war, and they can't help themselves.

"You're done?" said Fu Jirui after a long silence.

Ben didn't have anything to say, just suddenly felt a little emotional. Shang Bingyu said softly.

With difficulty, little by little, he raised his long sword, straightened his back, and exhaled deeply: "It's okay, at least before I die, it's better to have someone who is willing to listen to my nonsense...... Quietly dying in the corner, as if it had never existed. ”

Shang Bingyu raised his hand, wiped the blood stains on his face with spiritual power, and raised a free smile: "Come on." ”

Fu Jirui clenched the hilt of his sword, but his heart suddenly tightened, and he sensed great danger, and stepped back without hesitation.

However, his body slowed down a little after all.

A dark purple glow appeared out of nowhere, directly through his chest.

Wisps of wriggling purple thread drilled into his body, spreading all over his body in an instant, so that he couldn't even bend his fingers and couldn't turn his eyes.

He could only watch as a man with a gloomy face appeared in front of him, pointing at his eyebrows.

When the difference in strength is too great, even a game of black and white cannot reverse the gap in the realm.

The True Dao Elder of the Dao Spirit Clan in front of him had obviously figured out the rules of this place, so he acted alone and could cooperate with any Baizi, and at the same time, he did not choose to kill Fu Jirui, but controlled him.

As for why he could strike at Fu Jirui first, I am afraid that he deliberately suffered an extra blow when he fought with others before, and did not fight back, so that he had the initiative when facing other baizi.

Where there are rules, there are inevitably loopholes. I believe that those who have understood the rules are probably not the only one.

Especially when Fu Jirui sensed that his spiritual power was flowing rapidly, and all of them were swallowed by the other party, his heart couldn't help but sink to the bottom.

The enemy is even smarter than he imagined, in this chessboard world, the enemy Baizi cannot absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and can only rely on his own elixir to recover.

But this True Dao Elder has obviously found a way, that is, to pick a soft persimmon to attack, suck away the spiritual power and kill the other party, and then repeat this process after he is reborn, so that he can continuously recover the spiritual power.

However, even if he figured out the other party's intentions, Fu Jirui was completely unable to resist, and could only be cut off by those purple threads after his spiritual power was exhausted.

His body disappeared little by little, and the True Dao Elder withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Shang Bingyu.

Shang Bingyu opened his mouth, not knowing whether to thank him, but the other party's cold gaze made him suddenly creepy.

"Anyway, you can't play a role, so you might as well contribute the last of your strength to me. ”

The True Elder smiled cruelly and walked towards him step by step, like a jackal staring at its prey, sticking out its hideous fangs.