"Heaven and earth are like a chess game, ten thousand sons fall and the big dragon becomes, everyone in the world has the ability of chess pieces, both big and small......" A long list of literary sayings appeared in his mind, and Jing Xian didn't even have time to taste it carefully before he was squeezed by the information that came next ~щww~~lā

The huge flow of information made people's heads swell, and when they arrived, Jing Xian had to squat on the ground with his head covered, his face pale. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 On the side, Su Ling stretched out his hand to help, but he didn't know where to start, so he had to stand beside Jing Xian with a frown and stomp his feet.

Suddenly, in Jing Xian's spiritual aperture, the balanced spirit ball suddenly flashed with a violent light, and in the next moment, the balanced spirit ball rushed out of Jing Xian's spiritual aperture uncontrollably, and its target seemed to be the chessboard that hung in the sky!

What made Jing Xian stunned was that the moment the Equilibrium Spirit Ball rushed out, the huge flow of information suddenly dissipated, the difference was that this time it seemed that the information had been completely absorbed by him, and as for the Heavenly Chessboard, Jing Xian also had a general understanding.

He felt that it was a coincidence, this Gaitian chessboard turned out to be something held by a guy named Fatian Lingzu, which used to be his big killer weapon against the Blood Demon Clan, just with this chessboard, I don't know how many Blood Demon Old Devils were killed on the spot, in the previous battle, it can be regarded as a great achievement, but because of this, there is a gap, so it has to be used to seal the Blood Demon.

And why it appeared in such a place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't, it is because this Heavenly Chessboard is suppressing a Blood Demon Giant here, and now the Blood Demon Giant seems to have completely disappeared, just now, this Heavenly Chessboard has naturally become an ownerless thing.

Fatian Lingzu has already returned to the sky, and this Gaitian chessboard will lose its role if it is placed here, Jing Xian has to think about it, but this Gaitian chessboard is really no different from an ordinary chessboard at this time, Jing Xian can't even sense the majestic spiritual power from it, and he doesn't feel that it has the slightest connection with himself.

Just when he was wondering, Su Ling woke up Jing Xian with an exclamation, and the latter looked up and didn't see anything, only feeling that there was blood red in front of him!

Roar!

Kill!

……

The huge shouting and killing sound shocked Jing Xian all of a sudden, and he woke up from his previous state of deafness, Jing Xian looked around, but he didn't find Su Ling's figure, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold: "Su Ling, where are you? Come out quickly, let's go back!"

Jing Xian shouted. But his voice didn't seem to be comparable to the huge sound of conquest, shouting and killing, and the sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly swallowed Jing Xian's voice to the slightest, and that's it, but Jing Xian's voice attracted the attention of a lot of blood demon aliens.

Those blood-red monsters with hideous appearances and bone spurs with red eyes rushed towards Jing Xian, Jing Xian was so frightened that he sweated, how dare he slack off, and he suddenly dodged away in three folded steps, but there was obviously more than one such alien, he had just turned around, and there was another huge flesh blurred skeleton on his side that smashed towards him.

Jing Xian couldn't dodge it, and was hit in the shoulder by this skeleton, and the inverted bone spur immediately pierced a bloody hole in his shoulder, and the broken bone residue left a blood mark on Jing Xian's side face. This is the first time that Jing Xian has hung up the lottery so quickly, and it is under the condition that he doesn't even have a chance to make a move.

However, now Jing Xian doesn't have the ability to take himself out, obviously what happened here is no different from the real thing, it is no longer those dream bubbles in Jing Xian's previous dream, he really feels the pain, the feeling of bleeding, both strange and familiar. But it is precisely because of this that it seems to hook the recklessness in his blood.

In the abdominal cavity, the faintly crazy breath continued to surge, making people only feel that the blood in their bodies was burning, and within the spiritual aperture, the spiritual power rolled violently, filling the limbs and bones of the person in an instant.

Roar!

Jing Xian let out a roar in his throat, and then a pair of eyes unconsciously turned blood-red, looking the same as those blood demon aliens, but now he was standing on the opposite side of the blood demon aliens, the dark sword in his hand stood upright, and the one-handed end sword was cut vertically towards the previous alien.

Laugh at!

It was as if paper met fire, and when Jing Xianbing cut it with his sword, the alien suddenly exploded, and bursts of blood mist dispersed all over the sky, and for a while it seemed that the entire sky was raining blood, and the scene was miserable and weird.

Jing Xian didn't have the intention of stopping, and in a few flashes, he came to the feet of a blood demon again, and the height difference between the two was so large that Jing Xian's sword could only swing to its calf. But that's not a problem, to kill people, he has a lot of methods, and these methods will be tried and tested again and again on these disgusting guys.

But seeing that he trembled the tip of the sword and hit the alien leg bone, and then his body flashed to the other side, and he broke the leg bone again, the latter roared and fell to the ground, Jing Xian was unforgiving, his feet stepped on the ground, and his body suddenly rose into the air for a short time, and the head was slashed down with a sword, and the blood demon suddenly turned into a slam of blood mist and burst open, staining Jing Xian's clothes completely.

Now, if he weren't still a person, I'm afraid he would be jointly killed, because he was covered in blood red, and he was really the same as the blood demon alien.

It is said that there are more than 10,000 people, and there are no boundaries, and there are more than 100,000 people, and the sky is torn apart. Now Jing Xian had already turned over and stood on top of the head of a blood demon alien, holding the dark sword in his hand, and his bow leg was stabbed fiercely. When it burst out, Jing Xian saw that the boundless battlefield seemed to have extended to the other side of the sky, and he really seemed to be a flat boat, this one was riding the wind and waves, and the next moment he might be overturned by the waves.

Not many people paid attention to Jing Xian's situation, because there were many people like him, even stronger than him, although his current spiritual power cultivation was only one in the entire chaotic battlefield.

How many people have fought bloodily, how many lives have been lost, how many wives will lose their husbands, and how many children will lose their fathers. War has always been cruel, it never distinguishes where you have whose concerns, the machine of war, all it can do is to become a meat grinder that pushes and grinds vertically, and when the ground is covered with layers of blood, water and flesh, making it inconvenient to walk, it will stop its terrible behavior.

Regardless of the violent fluctuations in the abdominal cavity, Jing Xian could no longer raise his strength, and after fighting for several hours, he seemed to have been immersed here, although it only took less than a quarter of an hour to kill each time, and the spiritual power consumed was incalculable, which is why Jing Xian had the blessing of a balanced spirit ball, otherwise he would not know how many times he would have died now.

There was already a city wall surrounded by corpses, and the blood soaked the soil, and then it came out under Jing Xian's trampling, and even lifting his feet became a difficulty.

Kill!

The hoarse roar continued, and a wave of people rushed to this huge meat grinder battlefield, although they did not regret their deaths.

Jing Xian's eyes became cold again, and under the huge crowd, he also appeared again, but now he didn't even have the strength to hold a sword, the wet and sticky soil made it difficult for people to walk, Jing Xian tripped over the dead body under his feet, and his body fell crookedly in a pool of blood.

Jing Xian knows that in battle, once you fall, it means that you will never be able to stand up, whether it is a comrade or an enemy, their footsteps will crush you into flesh. He raised his head with all his might, and his eyes were blood-red, but before he could see anything, a huge force, a feeling as hard as iron, appeared on his brain.

Bang!

Jing Xian was hit by this, and the whole person immediately felt that his ears were buzzing, and his spirit suddenly became trance.