The wilderness was cold and empty, and the white light of the cold moon poured down, gilding everything in the wilderness with a layer of silver. A cool breeze blew from nowhere, carrying the pollen of fluffy grass and the faint scent of unknown flowers, blowing across the only altar in the wilderness.

The people of the Witch sat cross-legged under the altar, silent as a sculpture. They were silent, waiting, their eyes fixed on the slowly swirling array on the altar, numb and deadly, as if even the last shred of hope had been extinguished.

There is a table next to the altar, on which rests a chessboard, black and white, and black and white chess pieces carved into figures.

The last two great wizards of the Wilderness Witch Clan sat on this side of the chessboard, holding the sunspot; On the other side of the chessboard, there is no one on the other side, but the white is moving slowly under the impetus of the invisible force, and it is natural that he has always had the advantage.

On the chessboard, there are only a few remnants left in the sunspots, and the whites are sitting on most of the country, and the victory seems to have been decided.

In the eyes of the Great Wizard, the chessboard is not actually a chessboard.

The nineteen vertical and horizontal chessboards are divided into countless void spaces, far exceeding the total number of squares on the chessboard, and among the thousands of void spaces, only one is real, and the rest are either illusory, or somewhere between the real and the unreal.

The chess pieces are not chess pieces, but cultivators who have strayed into the chess game for countless years - this game of chess, starting from the day the Wu Clan was cursed by the Heavenly Dao, starting from thousands of reincarnations ago, has continued to this day, and maybe it will continue.

On the chessboard, the white chess pieces flickered slightly and disappeared from the chessboard.

The handsome male wizard watched Bai Zi walk through the empty space on the chessboard, and finally escaped from the chess game, the corners of his lips curled. Some disdain, some ridicule.

The beautiful wizard stretched out her jade-white palm, wanting to block the white piece in the chessboard. But as soon as her hand reached in, she retracted it suddenly. A drop of blood flowed from his finger and dripped on the pitch black ground.

The handsome wizard glanced at the bloody mouth on her finger, shook his head, and said, "Our strength is not enough, it is not worth using here." ”

The beautiful great wizard took her finger into her mouth for a moment, and the blood on her finger disappeared, leaving only a faint white trace, and her face was also a little pale, and she defended: "He shouldn't have left the chessboard." ”

The handsome wizard looked up at the dark night sky and said in a deep voice, "Under the rules. It doesn't matter if he wants to leave. ”

The beautiful wizard was silent, she stared at the grids crisscrossing the chessboard, her pale face was so white that there was no trace of blood.

The moment Zhao Yi stepped into the palace, a pitch-black chess piece was born on the chessboard, which landed on a certain space on the chessboard, this chess piece was only the size of a finger, and the lifelike statue of Zhao Yi.

Not far from this sunspot, the sunspot representing Li Mi has just met a white son of a divine armor knight, and the white child is murderous. Kuroko is weak, and this is a battle with a huge disparity in strength.

The chessboard is a battlefield where black and white have fought for countless years, and only the winner will always exist.

In the ancient road where the oil lamps were burned, Gu Liang stared at the lamps on the dilapidated walls. I blinked my eyes and couldn't tell what was going on. Just when Gu Xian was trying to unravel the formation in the palace, her eyes went dark. From the brightly lit hall to the dimly lit ancient road, Gu Xian didn't know where to go. The walls block the senses, making it impossible to find out where this place is.

The sky was dark, and there were no stars, moons, and suns. The breath in the wide ancient path is long and ancient, and the high and low walls are endless, stretching into the distance that even the divine consciousness cannot see.

The misty white mist wandered in the ancient road, weakening Gu Liang's vast divine sense a lot, and the oil lamp on the wall was the lighthouse in the sea of fog, pointing the way for the lost travelers.

Holding the alien fire lantern in her hand, Gu Liang randomly chose a direction and walked forward, her right hand was clenched into a fist under her sleeve robe, and the hilt of the Fire Phoenix Sword was not far from her right hand, and she could enter the state of battle at any time.

The strong sense of crisis made her give up the idea of flying with a flying sword, and the sky was depressed, and when she saw it, her heart was also heavy.

"Quack—" An old crow chirped from nowhere, hoarse and miserable, making the hairs stand on end.

The ancient road gradually widens, and from time to time there are forked intersections, occasionally one or two broken and deserted graves, the stone monument at the head of the grave is broken, the dead vines and old trees have lost their leaves, and the yin qi belonging to the dead is pervasive.

Judging from the constant forks in the road, Gu Liang entered a labyrinth, she sometimes walked quickly and sometimes stopped, carefully feeling the existence of the "potential" in the ancient road, and passed by the danger several times.

The labyrinth is like a wilderness, without the guidance of the eyes, Gu Liang spent a little effort to perceive the place where the "potential" is condensed, but he was also in danger several times.

In addition to the interference of "potential", there are also various unfriendly indigenous creatures in the labyrinth that are condensed by yin qi, such as skeletons, yin spirits, resentful ghosts, etc., whose cultivation is high or low, and their intelligence is generally low, and the number is not very large.

It is not easy to get out of the maze, Gu Liang doesn't know the map of the maze, but she won't walk when she sees the road, she chooses to keep walking to the left, this is a stupid method.

After finishing the battle with the two resentful spirits, Gu Liang walked forward with the strange fire lamp, and heard the movement of the monk's fighting method and the fluctuation of the Dao method from not far away, she raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, her figure flickered, and one step had already stepped three zhang away, and another step, she had disappeared into the white mist.

In the labyrinth of yin qi and spiritual energy, the senior sister of the outer sect of the Qiankun Sect stood in front of the junior brothers and sisters with the Emei thorn in her hand, and coldly watched the fight between the two monks in the field. Opposite them was the ** Sword Sect disciple led by Lin Konglan and wearing a unified sword robe, and his strength was up and down in the foundation building period, and the strongest was no more than a half-step Jindan, and the strength of the two sides was equal.

Coincidentally, although there were many people missing, the personnel configuration of the two teams was almost the same as in the small valley, and they met on a narrow road, and the spirit grass at the grave was used as a catalyst, but in a few words, the two sides fought.

It is said that it is a fight, but in fact, one disciple from each side fights, and the loser gives way, and he also has to give up the spiritual grass at the head of the grave. Originally, this was nothing, but just when the disciples of the Qiankun Sect had just finished fighting with a team of Yin Spirit Yin Horses here and were about to put the loot into the jade box, the disciples of the ** Sword Sect appeared and killed the remaining Yin Spirits like wolves and tigers.

"You're going to lose." Lin Konglan looked at the two warring sides in the field. Shaking his head, he said, "It's still the strength of our sect's disciples who overwhelm you." Hand over the Heart-Burning Orchid, and I'll spare your lives. ”

The senior sister snorted and laughed. Disdainfully said: "The winner has not yet been decided, how can I lose?" ”

Lin Konglan laughed twice, her voice was cold, her chin raised slightly, and ordered: "Sun Tian, win, kill him." ”

Sun Tian, a disciple of the ** Sword Sect who was fighting, looked at his opponent, and the black sword swept over mercilessly, and said coldly: "Senior Sister Qian died at your hands." You deserve her life! The hypocrite of the Qiankun faction, if you hadn't killed Senior Sister Qian, why wouldn't you dare to face it head-on? Look at the moves! ”

The criminal junior brother was silent, and the shame and guilt on his face gradually rose, and in the face of the black sword that was killed, he couldn't dodge, and he was almost pierced by a sword.

All the disciples of the Qiankun Sect couldn't help but hold their breath, and silently cheered for the senior brother in their hearts.

Sun Tian said coldly: "I didn't kill you that day, and today I will cut off your head." Commemorate the sister Qian who died in vain! ”

A female disciple of the Qiankun Sect saw that there were more and more sword wounds on the senior brother's body, and she was anxious, and hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense! Your junior sister was killed by the White Snake, what does it have to do with us. Senior Brother Xing didn't almost die at your hands! ”

"That's right! Senior Brother, you don't need to feel guilty at all! ”

"Senior Brother, defeat him!"

The disciples of the Qiankun faction cheered for the criminal junior disciples. Not to be outdone, the Sword Sect spoke out one after another, to the end. Instead, the two sides forgot to cheer up the two warring disciples, and instead scolded each other.

Under Sun Tian's earth-shattering sword light, the cyan robe on his body was stained with blood. He stepped on the unique steps of the Qiankun Sect to avoid the killing sword, and with a flick of the sword in his hand, he blocked the attacking black sword.

From the beginning to the present, he has not made a move on Sun Tian, just blindly dodging and blocking. However, the clay man still has three points of mud, Sun Tian is aggressive, and he has repeatedly insulted the disciples of the Qiankun faction and the door style, and the criminal brother is only a hot-blooded young man in his twenties, and he is also annoyed, but he seriously fights against Sun Tian.

However, after all, he had a fight with Yin Ling Yin Horse first, and he was not as good as Sun Tian, who was full of mental strength, and gradually fell behind, even if he fought back temporarily, it was hard to support, and the chance of winning was not great.

On the small mound, the yin qi was slowly leaking out, floating in the air, coupled with the agitation of the monk's battle aura, the yin spirits and ghosts wandering in the labyrinth smelled the fresh smell of human flesh, and the existence of the "potential" between heaven and earth was also faintly disturbed.

In the thick white mist of the labyrinth, Gu Liang's footsteps carrying a different fire lamp suddenly stopped, she looked at the dim light of the oil lamp in the churning white mist, pinched the magic trick in her right hand, and her face tended to be solemn.

"Boom, boom—" The dull sound seemed to come from a deep, deep underground, and the rolling sound shook the high and low walls of the labyrinth to shake off fragments of dust and mud, and the ground seemed to be shaken by giants.

The disciples of the two sects who were fighting not far away were not aware of this tremor, and in the labyrinth, the monks with keen perception couldn't help frowning, and they were more vigilant and cautious as they walked.

Gu Liang also heard the sound waves coming from the depths of the ground, her perception could be compared to that of the Yuanying Monk, not only did she hear the sound, but she could also feel the wisps of yin qi overflowing from the surface after the sound waves. They creep in like a small cold snap, and the temperature in the maze gradually drops, so slowly that the change is almost imperceptible.

The labyrinth is a huge formation, and the formation uses the "potential" to strangle outsiders.

Feeling the change of "potential" in the thick white mist, the yin qi condensed, and a resentful spirit crawled out of the ground, Gu Liang took out the Fire Phoenix Sword expressionlessly and slashed forward. Without any skill moves, a simple sword with a strange fire can easily purify the resentful spirit into small pieces of soul crystals.

The yin qi that condensed the resentful spirits was also split by this sword, and the temperature in the dense fog dropped a little faster.

In the mist, more resentful spirits and yin spirits crawled out of the walls of the ground, and slashed towards Gu Liang with red eyes, and the ghost cried and whined, which made people's scalps tingle, and the two trembled.

Gu Liang strode forward, the Fire Phoenix Sword and the Alien Fire opened the way, and the soul crystals fell one after another, and she picked them up and put them in a small box. In the labyrinth ancient path shrouded in dense fog, resentful spirits and yin spirits emerge in an endless stream, their strength is below the foundation, and when the sword light is swept away, it is often a large area.

The temperature in the ancient road is getting lower and lower, dropping from room temperature to zero, and it continues to fall, and the ground and walls are covered with a thin layer of ice. The rumbling sound of the underground did not sound anymore, but the escape speed of the underground yin qi became faster and faster, as if some great evil thing was sleeping underground, which was terrifying and terrifying.

The monks in the labyrinth noticed that the number of wandering ghosts was gradually increasing. The road ahead is also becoming more and more dangerous.

Zhen Juese, Lu Xiaoyuan, Liu Rumei and Qin Yu were also in the labyrinth, and they were teleported by the pillar of light together. Step into the labyrinth together and experience dozens of battles, large and small.

Lu Xiaoyuan himself is a member of the Tiantu clan. Possess a sharper intuition than a beast; Zhen Jue Sei inherits the high priest family, and he is familiar with the way of deduction and calculation, and walking in the maze is like being in his own yard.

After the four of them entered the labyrinth, they didn't encounter much battle with the Yin Spirit Resentful Ghosts, and they were much luckier than Gu Liang, who was unlucky enough to be trapped by the Yin Spirit Resentful Ghosts; The four of them encountered a lot of conflicts with other monks and teams, but there was aura to replenish in the labyrinth, and it was not too difficult.

"Is my sister really in the maze? Where is she? Lu Xiaoyuan was full of interest in Gu Liang, and knew that Gu Liang was also in the labyrinth, so he pestered Zhen Juese and kept asking.

Qin Yu looked at Zhen Juese, whose forehead was bruised, and silently gave him a piece of wax in his heart for the nth time. The four of them have been in a team for more than a month, and they are familiar with each other's temperament, and he completely respects Lu Xiaoyuan.

Zhen Juese was still dressed in complex and gorgeous women's clothes, and her makeup was meticulous, he frowned and said, "I will meet soon, can you not ask again?" ”

Lu Xiaoyuan said: "I miss my sister so much, I haven't seen my sister for a day, I haven't seen my sister for hundreds of years!" ”

Qin Yu and Liu Rumei and Zhen Juese: "..."

Sister paper, aren't you really a lily?

"Boom—"

The roar of the ground began. The rolling waves hit like a tsunami, and the earth was shaken, and it shook three times.

Lu Xiaoyuan was startled, and his vigilance was raised. grabbed Zhen Jue's shoulders and almost jumped up.

Not only her, but the three of them heard it too.

Right in front of them, a pitch-black yin qi suddenly sprang up. Soar into the sky. In the black air, the illusory armored knight holding a spear gradually became clear. He rode on a black-gray brute beast and looked at the four of them coldly. With a swing of the spear, it swept towards the four.

"Run!" Lu Xiaoyuan hid behind Zhen Juese, and was the first to react at the last moment, dragging Zhen Juese and running back, so fast that he even brought up the afterimage.

But she shouted too late, and the invisible barrier suddenly rose, enveloping a small piece of heaven and earth, this is the realm of the armored knight, unless you defeat him, you can't leave, this is also the rule of the labyrinth, the winner survives, and the loser dies.

The armored knight was majestic, and the yin wind gusted all over his body, and the coercion was unceremoniously crushed, and it was actually the strength of the middle stage of Jindan, and if he was replaced by an ordinary foundation building team, he couldn't even take a spear from him.

The four of them were not ordinary warriors, and Lu Xiaoyuan saw that there was no hope of escaping, so he turned around and rushed to meet the spear that was killing. She snorted, suddenly burst out, and her delicate fist hit the spear hard, not retreating or evading, but with a hard and sharp end, the style of a strong female man was clear at a glance.

Xiu fist and spear collided, as if two boulders collided together, and the fluctuation of invisible power dispersed the pitch-black yin qi that rose to the sky, and the fog and clouds in the field suddenly dispersed, and it was clear.

The supple black hair under Liu Ru's eyebrows was swayed, and the clothes on Qin Yu and Zhen Juese's bodies were also blown up by the strong wind, and invisible pressure permeated the enchantment.

The collision of forces and forces often produces interactive forces, and Lu Xiaoyuan flew out upside down without any sense of disobedience, smashing half of the low wall, causing a burst of smoke and dust and the sound of her eating dirt.

The armored knight was also uncomfortable, the hideous brute beast retreated six or seven steps under the action of great force, the spear was shattered inch by inch, and the knight's body, which was completely composed of yin qi, was like a lake ripple one by one, and his condensed body also became a little illusory.

"It's so strong! It is worthy of being a Yin Spirit Knight in the middle of Jindan, and the strength of this spear is amazing! Liu Rumei sighed sincerely, she rolled up her sleeves with a solemn face, and her body rushed towards the knight like electricity.

Zhen Juese didn't speak, he glanced at the dusty low wall, confirmed that Lu Xiaoyuan was fine, pulled out the double dagger, and inadvertently disappeared into the air.

"Everyone be careful, don't be injured by his weapon, otherwise the yin qi will enter the body, and there will be no special elixir to force out the yin qi by yourself!" Qin Yu said with a calm expression, he hurriedly retreated, took out the array plate and threw it at the sky, and had already laid out a formation that was beneficial to his side.

Lu Xiaoyuan got up from the smoke and dust in embarrassment, the clothes on her body were even more torn, she rubbed her eyes into the dust, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and rudely wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said: "Sister, be careful, this stinky guy is not easy to deal with!" The strength is so great, I almost can't bear it! ”

On the other side of the labyrinth, Gu Liang had already walked out of the thick white mist, she was holding a lamp in one hand and a fire phoenix sword in the other, her expression was leisurely, obviously not injured, and she didn't spend anything.

The divine sense sensed the movement in front of her, and the leisurely expression on her face suddenly turned into annoyance, and she cursed in her mouth, and without hesitation, she threw the Fire Phoenix Sword in her hand into the depths of the sea of fog.

The red light flashed slightly, and the Fire Phoenix Sword was already hidden in the layers of mist, and I could only hear the ghosts crying and howling, and I didn't know how many Yin Spirit Ghosts had been injured by mistake.

The most popular magic weapon of the monks is still the sword, such as Min Chunxiao and Qiu Luozhen, who are invincible in the world with a sword in their hands, and there are also flying sword parties like Lin Konglan and Yan Xiao who can control the flying sword to take people's lives thousands of miles away.

Gu Liang belongs to the former, but this does not mean that her sword control skills will be worse than Lin Konglan and others.

In the open space where the Qiankun faction and the ** Sword faction confronted each other, the battle between Sun Tian and Senior Brother Xing was nearing the end, and the winner was about to be decided.

Both of them are tired, Sun Tian still has the strength to spare, but the younger brother is about to fall.

Sun Tian's blood-stained sword robe, the speed of the sword was much later than before, and it was not as aggressive as before, he gasped slightly, the black sword pulled up the sword flower, and attacked the junior brother.

Until now, his mouth, which had not stopped, was closed, and the stagnation in his chest was much soothed. The Qiankun faction and the ** Sword faction are both part of the Daomen Alliance, Senior Sister Qian is dead, and killing the junior brother is just a matter of killing and causing discord between the two factions.

There is no doubt that Senior Brother Xing is an opponent worthy of respect, whether it is blocking or making moves, it can be called a gentleman's sword, and he even thought about opening his mouth to persuade Senior Brother Xing to admit defeat.

Although Lin Konglan is the only beloved daughter of the Avatar Patriarch of the Sword Sect, she is of noble birth and has peerless talents, but they are all excellent disciples in the sect, and Lin Konglan is not qualified to order him.

The criminal junior brother is not much better than Sun Tian, the Taoist robe on his body and the magic robe he wears inside have been cut by the sword qi, the blood in the mouth is oozing out, and only part of the spiritual energy in the dantian is left. He represented the Qiankun faction, naturally he didn't want to be defeated by Sun Tian's sword, with a breath in his heart, he fought for a long time, and the aura in the dantian tendons was almost exhausted, but he saw clearly the trend and omissions of the sword in Sun Tian's hand.

Just hold on a little longer and he will win.

Lin Konglan rubbed the gem on the hilt of the flying sword at her waist, her face was a little more gloomy in the shadows, she was the person with the highest kendo cultivation and the highest vision on the ** Sword Sect, and she saw the duel between the two in the field the most thoroughly.

Sun Tian will be defeated. (To be continued.) )

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