In the fantasy realm of life and death, under the fallen sword lay a gray-clad corpse. To kill this gray-clothed armor, he still used a thousand and twenty-four sword moves, which was already the twentieth corpse.

The tip of Sword Twenty-Four dripped with crystal beads of blood, dripping on the snow-covered snowfield.

The left-handed sword is dressed in a light blue coarse cloth coat, with a torn green bamboo hat, and under the hat is a resolute and tired face covered with stubble, which looks like a lonely swordsman in this snowy wasteland.

He looked up.

In addition to the sharpness of sword light, there was a touch of loneliness in those eyes.

He didn't know how long it had been in the outside world, he only knew that he had entered the illusion realm twice.

He's been stuck in chess for two years!

In two years, there were twenty corpses in gray armor under the twenty-four strokes of the sword. He killed twenty gray-clothed armor, but he still did not see the armor-breaking sword of a thousand armies hidden by Li Taibai in chess.

He wondered if it was what he expected.

He needs to confirm it himself.

Therefore, after killing this roadblocker, who was not the same as the first nineteen gray armors, he did not linger for half a moment on the snowfield, and he couldn't wait to spread his body and run towards the endless distance.

He ran wild for more than a month.

As the sun rises and sets, the shadows swirl from the west to the north, and finally disappear into the night as the sun sets.

Along the way, the snow melted, the glaciers turned into rivers, the dead branches sprouted, and then he heard the long-lost birds.

There were thin dark clouds in the sky, and the air was damp.

The spring breeze has blown several times, and it is another year of spring rain.

Liluo stopped, and raised his eyes to look at the gray-clothed figure that seemed to have been waiting for a long time, the twenty-first figure.

……

Heavy snow overturned Tiandong, and naturally also overturned Luoqiu Pass.

Like the game of life and death outside Jiangdu City, there are also two people playing against each other in the quiet courtyard thatched hut behind Luoqiu Village, two invincible big players in the world, and two white-haired old men.

Bai Zhiqiu, a gentleman dressed in white and full of silver hair, and the old man of Tianji who embroidered the three thousand gray hairs of the Tianji totem robe.

They were playing chess.

Play idle chess.

Bai Zhiqiu, a gentleman who has taught Li Xingyun to be a student like Li Xingyun, who is familiar with hundreds of schools, is a son in one hand and a book in the other.

If the scholar is here, he must be curious, because he has the impression that the omniscient and omniscient gentleman has read millions of books in the world, and he really can't think of any other collection that he has not read in the past.

Indeed, although Bai Zhiqiu, who was once known as a person who could reach the academy library, was the devil of the Demon Gate, he was also the number one Confucian throughout the ages, which even the old man of Tianji had to admit.

If Bai Zhiqiu had been born thousands of years earlier, no one in the world would have heard of Mo Tianji's name.

Of course, there is no such thing as a truly omniscient person.

For example, Bai Zhiqiu has a recipe in his hand that his neighbors in the village bought from the market.

At the age of 1,000, he plans to learn how to cook.

Cooking is naturally to entertain guests, and the old man Mo Tianji is a guest of this thatched hut.

The gray-haired old Taoist sighed: "The first master of the dignified Demon Sect, the supreme saint who almost ruled the world five hundred years ago, was actually stumped by the practice of braised fish. I have been reading this recipe for more than a month? ”

The oldest surviving old man in the world also has a book in his hand.

That's the Yellow Calendar.

Everyone in the world knows that the intelligence of Tianjilou is widely spread all over the world, and Mo Dao Mo Tianji often peeks into the will of heaven. But few people know that the people who are closest to the Heavenly Dao are usually the people who know the most about the Heavenly Dao.

Because what he sees is always just the tip of the iceberg.

Bai Zhiqiu closed the recipe and rubbed his eyebrows: "Let's steam it, a lighter taste is always good for the body." ”

The old man of Tianji took the pen and circled a certain date recorded in the yellow calendar.

Bai Zhiqiu glanced at it: "The date is set?"

"It's not the time of the day, and it can't take advantage of the location, so I can find you as a person. ”

"Two against two, it sounds like a balance of strength. But I didn't seem to agree to help. ”

"You will. ”

"How so?"

The old man of Tianji changed his words: "Since the troubled times thousands of years ago, there have been saints all over the world. But for countless years, no one can break through Zhoutian. ”

Bai Zhiqiu's face did not change: "After the troubled times, there is a deficiency in the way of heaven, and only those who have the Jun Tiantu can understand Zhou Tian, and there is no other way." ”

Mo Tianji stroked his beard and smiled meaningfully: "Five hundred years ago, the Jun Tiantu was in your hands. ”

Bai Zhiqiu, a white-clothed and silver-haired Confucian, sneered: "Everyone knows that the Jun Tiantu is in my hands, but a few people know that the Tiantian Map is incomplete. ”

The understatement Bai Zhiqiu actually said the secret hidden for five hundred years!

It turned out that the heavenly map he obtained five hundred years ago was also incomplete!

But the old man didn't seem to be surprised by this, but took it for granted. He was too calm, calmly as if he knew the whereabouts of the missing part of the true celestial map.

"Therefore, even if the Heavenly Atlas is in hand, you will not be able to take the last step after all, and instead cause the Demon Gate to bring a catastrophe. ”

Thinking of the destruction of the mountains of the Two Realms five hundred years ago, Bai Zhiqiu sighed: "Blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and misfortunes and blessings lurk." ”

The eyes of the old man of Tianji who had spied on the will of heaven stared at Bai Zhiqiu: "Although the heavenly map is missing, it records another method that is led from God to Zhou Tian. ”

Bai Zhiqiu glanced at the old man in the robe in slight surprise.

Everyone in the world respects the name of heaven.

It was only at this moment that Bai Zhiqiu seemed to have a new understanding of this veteran who had lived all over the world for nearly 10,000 years.

The old man of Tianji continued: "Five hundred years for demons, five hundred years for people, five hundred years for saints, and another five hundred years for Zhou Tian. If Lao Dao is not bad, you will command the Two Realms Mountain as a demon for 500 years, disappear as a human for 500 years, and in the next 500 years, you will be a saint for the benefit of the common people. ”

Bai Zhiqiu was stunned.

In the past, Jun Tiantu was in hand, and he could see the second method of stepping into Zhou Tian.

It records that there are five hundred years of demons, five hundred years of people, five hundred years of saints, and another five hundred years to enter the realm of Zhou Tian.

In order to prove the avenue, Bai Zhiqiu resolutely embarked on this unprecedented road.

So when the Emperor League destroyed the Two Realms Mountain in the name of eliminating the Demon Guardian Dao and the righteous path of the world, the Demon Gate Master simply used the hell rock fire to get rid of the demonic nature, and since then he has been incognito in the world for 500 years.

In another half a month, the 500-year period will expire.

At that time, Bai Zhiqiu would take off the mortal womb and achieve the holy body, and from then on he would be the saint of the world for 500 years.

……

Mo Tianji spread out the yellow calendar.

The date of the red ink circle is the day when Bai Zhiqiu became holy.

He may not want to meddle in what the old man is planning. But how can a true saint ignore the safety of the people in the world?

Bai Zhiqiu pondered for a long time, and finally fell into the son of the finale: "Shocking and slaying demons, there will be no saints in the world from now on." I can do it, but I need a reason. ”