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The old man of Tianji and the Heavenly Nine Blades Master went out of the same door.

Because the teacher came out of the same family, this little junior brother Mo Dao, who should have died in the troubled world ten thousand years ago, bargained with Ruthless Heaven and borrowed 10,000 years.

Borrow another 10,000 years from the sky!

So in the next ten thousand years, there was an omniscient old man in the world.

No one knows what price Mo Tianji, who traded with Ruthless Heaven, will pay for thousands of years. As everyone knows, for him, no matter what the price, Mo Tianji has no regrets.

Senior brother's lifelong wish, not to establish a heart for heaven and earth, not to establish a life for the people, not to continue to learn for the saints, but to open peace for all generations, and to open a peaceful and prosperous era for thousands of years!

This is the last wish of the Heavenly Nine Blades, and it is also the lifelong desire of the old man of Tianji!

He has waited for thousands of years, and finally waited for the person who is destined to open the destiny of the great world!

He knew that Luo Changfeng at this moment was in the game of life and death.

He knew the world was coming!

He also knew that his limit was near!

Before his soul returned to the Nine Heavens and died, he needed to finish one last thing.

The so-called decline must flourish.

The luck of the world was originally in the hands of a very small number of Divine Channeling Realm saints, and what the old man of Tianji had to do was to make the world free of saints. Leave the luck and luck of the saints to the destined future of the world who are about to shine in the great world.

The true world will be holy!

At that time, he will be smiling at Jiuquan!

......

The key to winning or losing is between the discs, taking the discards or taking the momentum, discarding the discarding or losing the momentum. This is a simple truth that every scholar and student who learns to play chess knows.

However, many masters who have achieved great things in the way of chess are often easy to forget the original intention of playing chess, and they cannot extricate themselves from winning or losing. These people are obsessed with winning and losing, and even on the basis of winning, they have to pursue the unattainable flawless victory.

The extremely heavy sense of gain and loss made them forget to compromise, unwilling to abandon their children and unwilling to lose their position, and went further and further on the road of deviating from the chess game, until finally they ran counter to the real pinnacle of chess.

It can be said that this is a habit that most masters and even national players will unconsciously form in their hearts, a habit that has been high for a long time and is often proud.

Luo Changfeng, who knew a little about chess but could not be called a master, could see that Shen Tianxin, who was in a stalemate with Li Taibai, a chess and sword double-armor, was also deeply involved for a while.

Unwilling to abandon his son, unwilling to lose power, seeking gain rather than loss.

Therefore, Shen Tianxin has been trapped in his own state of mind and has no way out.

Luo Changfeng, who has been studying chess for a long time, smiled bitterly in his heart: it is another road to death.

......

The wind blows the dust and the sand disperses.

The traces accumulated by the years on the weathered stone statue are scattered like sand as the breeze gradually blows.

The figure on the other side is getting thinner and thinner.

From strong middle age, to emaciated old age, to scrawny body bracket...... Luo Changfeng knew that when the figure on the opposite side turned into wind and sand and dispersed, it would be too late.

He was ready to fall.

The wind tightened suddenly.

A green leaf on the evergreen tree broke away from the branch, fluttered in the pavilion, and then gently fell on the delicate piece in front of it.

Fall in the childless emptiness.

Luo Changfeng glanced at the green leaf.

He saw a large area of sunspots fall, and then ...... The chess game is wide open!

Luo Changfeng's eyes hid a look of surprise. Living to die turns out to be this truth.

The act of self-destructive tactics that do not understand the chess game seems to be ignorant, but in fact, it crashes into the chess game, making the situation of black and white stalemate for a long time suddenly clear.

There are gains in losses, gains and losses, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other!

Luo Changfeng raised his hand and held the black.

Shen Tianxin, who was inside the wind and snow wall outside Jiangdu City, also raised his hand to hold the black at this time, I don't know if it was caused by the spirit rhino or the ghost envoy.

Luo Changfeng fell, falling on the green leaves.

Shen Tianxin, who had a blank face, also fell.

I saw that on the exquisite remnants of chess, a piece of sunspots disappeared, and the chess game of 10,000 years finally saw the sky.

"Congratulations. ”

The voice of the Nine Blades of Heaven came to his ears.

Luo Changfeng looked up with joy on his face, and the weathered humanoid stone statue had the last wisp of smoke and dust, which eventually dispersed with the wind and sand.

Luo Changfeng stood up and looked in the direction where the wisps of dust and smoke dissipated.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor in his primordial spirit. An indescribable tearing sensation ran through his nerves as he clenched his fists and stiffened.

The heavenly spirits burst out with divine light. A wisp of mist swam out leisurely, and then spread out like a picture scroll.

Luo Changfeng was out of his body.

The picture of the mountains and rivers of Sheji, which depicts the nine layers of mountains and rivers like a fairyland, left the Yuan Shen, flew from the top of Luo Changfeng's head, and flew above the Nine Heavens, and the picture scroll began to expand and enlarge without limit.

Over the past few years, Luo Changfeng has dreamed of climbing mountains and rivers countless times, just because he is in this mountain, but he has never really seen the panorama of Sheji's mountains and rivers.

This time, he stood outside the picture and looked at the mountains and rivers for the rest of his life.

The immortal glow above the nine clouds dissipated, and the picture of the mountains and rivers that spread out to the boundlessness was incomparably clear, like an upright and enchanting flower blooming in front of you.

......

The wind blew the green leaves on the stone table, and the green leaves flew up to the nine heavens.

Luo Changfeng's gaze was drawn by the green leaf. The green leaves drifted into the magnificent ring city painted in the map of mountains and rivers, so Luo Changfeng, who was suddenly shocked in his heart, saw the thirteen royal cities of the Imperial League!

The green leaves flutter and fall again. Falling on the extremely high mountain peak outside the city in the picture of mountains and rivers spread over the nine clouds, Luo Changfeng saw the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion filled with sword qi.

The green leaves kept flying and falling without stopping.

This demonic aura is permeated by the Tiannan Jueyun Ridge.

The undulating waves are the untouched North Sea.

To the north of the North Sea is a cemetery where the legend says the sun never sets.

This messy and broken world is the Western mirror in the edge.

This Zhong Lingyu is a beautiful one of the eight hundred sects in Tiandong.

This snow is cold and gloomy is the Great Yan Empire.

This exotic style is the Seven States Domain.

This ancient tree is the Bodhi Mountain...... This picture of the mountains and rivers of the society is actually the real appearance of the world!

Luo Changfeng's state of mind at this moment cannot be described in words.

After the mountain and river diagram was completely unfolded, it began to be illusory.

At the same time, the scenery under Luo Changfeng's feet and around him gradually became real.

When the Sheji catalogue completely overlapped with the mountains and rivers of the world, Luo Changfeng, who was in a trance like a dream, saw the wind and snow in the sky.

He was in the middle of a wall of wind and snow.

In front of him is the grinding table of Shen Tianxin and Li Taibai, who is a chess and sword double-armor, and the victory and defeat have been divided.

Looking up is the vast Jiangdu City.

Behind him, the sound of steady footsteps came to my ears.

Luo Changfeng suddenly looked back and saw a one-armed old man with white hair and a stiff figure walking slowly with a sword.

It was a suddenness.

Luo Changfeng recognized the sword.

That's the sword that has fallen!

......

The chess game fantasy took a full hundred years to kill the thousands of armors in the spring, summer, autumn and winter reciprocating cycle.

He finally found the armor-piercing sword, which was in the hands of the last gray-clad man.

When he slashed off the first gray armor, it took a thousand and twenty-four moves.

When he slashed off the last gray armor, he only used two moves.

One horizontal, one vertical, two sword moves.

In a hundred years, he broke through thousands of armors, and he realized the cross sword.

When he walked out of the wind and snow from the illusion and saw his head full of white hair, he suddenly realized that the grinding of life and death was not a sword, nor was it time to cook a sword heart.

It grinds the years of life and death.

In the game set up by the Nine Blades of Heaven, except for the people of the Mandate of Heaven, anyone who breaks into the chess game will be worn out until they die of old age!

Pity fell into a chess game, and it has been a hundred years since he returned!

(PS: This chapter, alas, doesn't say anything.) ）