Master Wu Nian was bewitched by the portrait of a beautiful woman, and Grandma Butterfly was also mired in an illusion and couldn't extricate herself.

Just when the two of them were confused by the illusion, in the middle behind the two of them, the black sand in the house gradually condensed, gathering more and more, like mushrooms after a rain, slowly rising upwards and turning into a human form.

It was a demon covered in black sand and dark iron filings, and the demonic energy was surging all over its body, and it was about to gradually take shape, and there was a sharp black black sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed, accompanied by Xiao Bai's angry bark, Xiao Bai's cry was particularly loud and deafening in the room, waking up Master Wunian and Grandma Butterfly, who were fascinated by the illusion.

Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue went upstairs and left Xiao Bai in the yard to play, it smelled a strong demonic aura and found that Master Wunian and Grandma Butterfly were fascinated by the illusion, and a demon that grew out of black sand and dark iron filings was about to attack the two of them.

Xiao Bai hurriedly rushed over, its body grew rapidly as it ran, the hair on its body instantly turned golden, and its sharp claws slashed across the demon's body, grabbing a large cloud of black sand and black iron filings.

The devil's trick was ruined by Xiaobai, who gritted his teeth with hatred and roared, "Nasty puppy." ”

The sharp Xuanjian sword stabbed at Xiao Bai's body, and Xiao Bai's whole body was golden and the sword was invulnerable, but the Xuantie Sword contained a powerful power, stabbing at his body, shocking Xiao Bai in pain, whimpering, and rolling on the ground a few times.

"Demons. ”

Master Wunian was full of shame, Ah Lian, who was once the favorite in his life, had long passed away with the wind, thinking that he had forgotten it for hundreds of years, and he was a Buddha, but he didn't expect that today he moved his mortal heart in an illusion, and his merit was almost ruined.

The Buddha beads in his hand were blazing, booming, with the sound of wind and thunder, and hit the black sand demon that had just formed.

Grandma Butterfly also woke up from her dream, and she was still wrinkled in the bronze mirror, looking ugly and old, and then she understood the illusion of the devil.

She was annoyed, not understanding why.

Was it because the demon immersed himself in the illusion, or because he had not been in the illusion for himself for long, after she woke up, her first thought was disappointment and loss.

With a flick of her toes, she picked up her crutches from the ground, screamed angrily, and swept through the army with a single blow, hitting the black sand demon behind her.

Under the combined attack of the Buddha's beads and the cold iron crutches, the black sand demon was beaten to pieces, and the black sand all over his body was torn apart, flying with the wind, and after a while, it turned into black sand and fell to the ground.

Master Wunian regretted his face, and kept chanting the Buddha and repenting himself.

"Amitabha, the little monk moved his heart, hoping that the Buddha would forgive his sins and forgive his sins. ”

Grandma Butterfly was still angry, and glanced at Master Wunian with disdain and said, "Monk Wunian, what are your crimes?"

Master Wunian sighed lightly, and a trace of bitterness appeared on his face: "Alas, it's hard to say, this demon hall is really worthy of its name, not only are there demons everywhere, but also the demons in our hearts are revealed." ”

Grandma Butterfly giggled, like beating a broken gong: "Could it be that your old monk has come to the Demon Hall for a few hundred years, and you are going to return to the vulgar?"

"Absurd, absurd, Amitabha, sin, sin. ”

Lao Qin Tou and Mo Yun came to the deepest third courtyard, the garden stream, the scenery was beautiful, and the clear stream was still glowing with a faint heat.

There are only two rooms in the third courtyard, a triangular flower viewing pavilion.

The doors and windows of the room were in tatters, Mo Yun stood at the door and looked inside, the room was empty, full of black sand and iron filings, there was nothing to check.

In the middle of the Triangle Flower Pavilion, a round marble table is placed.

The pattern of the stone table is simple and solemn, the workmanship is delicate and exquisite, and there are three oval stone benches around, which are made of the same stone as the stone table, which is crystal clear and jade, and the color is bright, and it looks very valuable.

What intrigued Mo Yun was that there was a mahogany chessboard on the small round table, which was full of black and white chess pieces.

Mo Yun's heartstrings moved, there were still people playing chess in this place, he walked over curiously and glanced at the chessboard.

At this glance, this game of chess actually has a familiar feeling.

The black and white chess pieces, like two armies killing, rushing left and right, evenly matched, this chess game is very similar to a game of chess that he once played with the old man of Tianshan.

He held the white son by himself, surrounded the center Tianyuan with two wings, and the old man of Tianshan held the sunspot, from the center Tianyuan, divided the troops into two ways, blocked left and right, and was inseparable from himself.

It was a chess game that Mo Yun usually remembered, because it was a chess game that was generally not finished.

Thinking about it now, I still feel a little regretful and ashamed.

At that time, he agreed with the old man of Tianshan that whoever won would get the immortal iron coupon and enter the immortal realm.

In fact, in that game of chess, I should have lost, but when I was playing chess, when the old man of Tianshan was not paying attention, I moved a chess piece with wind and thunder, and won the game with the disgraceful means of cheating.

At that time, halfway down, I heard that the Immortal Realm was about to open, and after calculating, I Mo Yun won a glance from the old man of Tianshan.

Although his old friend Tianshan Old Man regretted his face, he still took the immortal iron coupon and rushed to the immortal realm.

Hundreds of years have passed, and when I see this chess game, I still remember the scene at that time, this chess game is exactly the same as the chess game before I didn't cheat.

As long as Bai Zi deflects a chess piece with wind and thunder, he can win.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, ashamed and helpless in his heart.

I thought that if I cheated and won the chess, I would enter the immortal realm, and I could cross the tribulation and ascend early, but I didn't expect that this was a place forgotten by time, and I couldn't cross the tribulation at all.

It's really good and evil will be rewarded in the end, he cheated and won the chess game, and since then he has been trapped in the immortal realm, and his old friend Tianshan Old Man is afraid that he has already crossed the catastrophe and ascended to the immortal realm.

Looking at the chess game, suddenly, a flower in front of his eyes, the stars shifted, and he returned to the scene at that time again.

On the stone bench opposite was sitting the old man of Tianshan, he was holding his long beard and looking at himself with a smile, while he was holding a white child in his hand and playing against him.

What's going on, how can I travel back in time and space to the past? No way, the surrounding environment is still in the courtyard of the Demon Palace, and Old Qin Tou is still admiring the flowers in the garden.

He wanted to get up from the stone bench, wanted to turn his head to see what Old Qin Tou was doing, but he felt as if there were tens of millions of tons of pressure, pressing him, not letting him get up from the stone bench, not letting him move, he could only watch the chess game.

The white seed between his fingers also became heavier and heavier, and he had to drop this white seed, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Come on, whoever wins the immortal iron coupon is whoever's, we have agreed, you can't go back. Haha, you can't go back. ”

The voice of the old man of Tianshan was like a jammed record, constantly ringing in his head, making him almost crazy.

(End of chapter)