The bright moon hangs high, and the stars move.

Under the starry sky, on the top of the unknown mountain peak at the junction of Daqian and Dajin, there were two old men, one was dressed in a spotless black old Taoist robe, fairy wind bones, and full of gorgeous hair seemed to be a bit of Taoism, while the other was an old scholar wearing a washed white academy entry white shirt, and his face was full of wrinkles over the years.

They sat opposite each other, one south and one north, with an unfinished chessboard between them. The endgame chessboard hangs in the air, and black and white chess pieces are dotted around the board.

If there are others watching chess at this moment, they will definitely find that this chess game seems to encompass the meaning of this world between horizontal and vertical, and the chess pieces that fall contain the general trend of the world.

"Old Taoist, you and I have been in this endgame for nearly ten years, and this is almost over, it seems that I am still slightly better!" The wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes suddenly deepened a little.

"Hmph! Tell you the stinky scholar, before the last moment, it is not certain who will kill the deer!" The old Taoist's fiery temper suddenly rose, and he was angry.

The old Taoist priest said, and with a flick of his finger to the void, the Dao Law turned into a black spot and fell into the chessboard.

Don't look at their young and cynical mentality, in fact, they can do nothing, create things out of thin air, and the world is only a palm.

Suddenly, the chessboard shook violently! The faces of the old Taoist priest and the old scholar changed suddenly, and at the same time they looked up at a reddish star in the depths of the starry sky, and it was dim around the Ziwei Emperor Star beside them.

Disaster is coming, and the stars are unknown!

I don't know how long it took, the chessboard gradually calmed down, and when the old Taoist priest and the old scholar looked into it again, they found that the chess game that was originally going to close seemed to have not changed on the surface, but the situation became erratic.

In the chess game in the West, there is an unfamiliar force that has entered the chessboard strongly, and the demonic spirit is pervasive, but it has also revitalized the chess game. The old Taoist priest raised his hand and pinched it, wanting to mess up, but the rules of heaven that were given on the chessboard were forcibly bounced away!

"Old Daoist, don't work in vain, the power of the Heavenly Dao is not something you and I can touch!" the old scholar frowned and said calmly.

"Alas, stinky scholar, now that the stars are unpredictable, the demon clan has a tendency to fight over the world, if the demon clan really makes a comeback, how can this make my human race good!" the old Taoist priest said worriedly.

The old scholar touched his white beard, thought about it, sighed and said, "Now I can only wait and see how it changes, and fight for its glimmer of life!"

"Alas, that's the only way!" said the old Taoist priest gloomily.

......

The abandoned wasteland in the far west of heaven and earth.

This is the main battlefield of the battle between the two clans of the demons, the twilight battle, the cracks that can be seen everywhere on the earth, and the bones of weapons everywhere. As if the war drums of the Great War were still playing, the fractured mountains full of holes and devastation were still clearly visible.

There is the skeleton of a strong man of the human race who kneels on one knee and supports his long sword, and an obsession keeps him from falling. There is a hundred-zhang peak, and there is a bottomless fist mark on the belly of the mountain, which is pitch black and deep inside, but it is filled with a trace of scarlet demonic aura outside. Not to mention, the corpses of people and demons can be seen everywhere, and the military armor system of unknown dynasties and generations everywhere.

Death and loneliness are the eternal themes of the Forsaken Wasteland, silently telling the tragedy of the Great War. In the battle at dusk that year, hundreds of Terran powerful blood sacrifices drew a formation map with their own essence and blood, and dozens of top array masters used themselves as the nodes of the earth-shattering array, locking a large number of demon clans in the Heavenly Abandoned Wasteland, and finally ended in a tragic victory for the Terrans. But it also beat the Terran population to the point of not one in ten, which was very tragic.

The Heavenly Forsaken Wasteland is shrouded in a large array all year round, and although there is an alternation of day and night, its sun, moon and stars are not visible.

But deep in this star-obscured barren land, there is a so-called wasteland oasis—the Hanging Mountains. The lush and shady trees of the mountains are at odds with the barren land.

There is a hanging temple on the top of the hanging mountain, and the ancient temple in the deep mountain has a bit of charm. But anyone who has a little bit of cultivation can see the monstrous demonic aura of this temple, which marks the unusualness of this temple.

It is silent, and the ancient temple is becoming more and more secluded and quiet.

In the main pavilion of the temple, there are four "people" sitting around, they sit with their eyes closed, and the faint candle flame stretches the shadow slender, but the strange thing is that their shadow does not resemble a human form, but the shape of an unknown monster!

Suddenly, a ray of moonlight penetrated into the ancient temple, and the four "people" who had been on the plate suddenly opened their eyes. Scarlet eyes, looking thoughtfully at this ray of moonlight.

"Heh! The array is indeed a good array, but it can't trap our demon clan! Yingfu Shouxin is an opportunity to break the formation, and it is a sign of our clan's great prosperity!" A hoarse and dry voice sounded, as if in front of him and as if in the distance out of reach.

"It's been too long since the last great war, and the Terrans have been at ease!

"My Demon Cloud Ten Saints have lost a full six! This time I will definitely let the human race become blood food!"

"Wait a little longer! The human race is still prosperous, and it has not yet reached the opportunity for the demon race to become the master! ”

"Good!"

Then the Hanging Temple fell silent again, and the deep ancient temple was once again engulfed by darkness.

......

In the southeast of the Great Jin Dynasty, deep in the 100,000 mountains.

The Great Jin Dynasty is known as having a pavilion and a view, and it has a balance between the north and the south of the Great Qian, which has the academy and the White Horse Temple. And these forces were the foundation of the founding of the Northern and Southern Jin Dynasty.

The depths of the 100,000 Great Mountains are where the Great Jin Yi Sword Pavilion is located. At this time, Yijian Pavilion ushered in an uninvited guest!

In the main attic of Yijian Pavilion, a red-clothed man who was not over the crown and looked very handsome and beautiful was grinding on the desk, and then wrote with a pen:

"A pride runs through the sun and the moon, and the three-foot green edge swings the sky!"

The tip of the pen is like a sword, and the sword intent of the rice paper stays, as if it is about to come out of the paper!

Suddenly, the candle flame next to the desk moved slightly, a figure flashed outside the window, and the handsome man's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyebrows, which were more slender than the woman's, were full of doubts.

"Who's pretending to be a ghost outside the door!"

Before he could think about it, the door suddenly opened, and a letter shot at him.

I saw that his hands, which were more beautiful and slender than a woman, were raised slightly, and his two fingers were holding the envelope.

But he couldn't take a closer look, and he saw another sharp air current, and the handsome man looked calm, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed a sandalwood pill box in the air.

The handsome man was really angry and opened the medicine box, and found a nine-pattern Dao Seal pill quietly placed in the box. Then he opened the envelope and opened the letter. Under the light, his face kept changing, and his brows could not be soothed for a long time.

Suddenly, a deep male voice came from outside the door.

"Regardless of success or failure, after this incident, you and we will be gracious!" After speaking, the figure outside the door disappeared.

After a long time, his face was calm, his eyes cleared, and he lit the letter by candlelight until it was reduced to ashes, and then it was gone.

......

In the western part of Daqian, outside the city of Bian Qiu, which borders the Tianqi Wasteland and borders the Great Jin Dynasty.

In the endless wasteland, there are often small groups of demon army infested. Although the vitality of the demon clan was greatly injured and the wasteland was trapped by the large array, there were still a large number of monsters that slipped through the net to slaughter the village, and there was constant friction with the defenders.

The bright moonlight shone brightly, and this dark and barren land.

In the darkness, a bonfire was lit, and next to it, there were more than a dozen busy figures, they were dressed in the armor of the Great Cadre Army, but they were scarred and stained with blood, and they knew that there was a fierce battle not long ago, and at a glance they knew that they were patrols from Bian Qiu City.

"Gu Fan, thanks to you today, otherwise I would have really planted here. A heroic voice resounded in the empty wasteland.

"Yes, the ghost knows that these demon clans are so cunning, and they actually set up an ambush, but fortunately, Gu Fan found out in time and saw through their ambush."

"That's right! Fortunately, Gu Fan is here."

The surrounding patrols chimed in, their eyes filled with adoration.

And Gu Fan, who was at the center of the discussion, was a handsome young man who was estimated to be seventeen or eighteen years old, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were clear and bright, and the reflection of the stars in the sky looked so mysterious in his eyes.

And it was this young man, who led the patrol to kill the trap of the demon clan, at this time he was holding his head with both hands, holding a weed in his mouth, lying down and looking up at the starry sky, as if he was thinking about something, and casually catered to him.

"Good luck!"

"Gu Fan, you have been in the patrol for five years, and the accumulated military merits should be enough, when do you plan to go to Qiandu to take the academy entrance examination?" The owner of the heroic voice was the captain of the patrol, and his resolute face and stout figure made him look powerful.

He said again: "Lord Chengshou told me, your military merit receipt and the recommendation of the military department, the military department has approved it, and it will probably come down in the next few days, you have to prepare as soon as possible." ”

Hearing this, Gu Fan spit out the weeds in his mouth, put away the appearance of hanging his son, and got up and saluted.

"Captain Xie!"

The patrol captain waved his hand. "This is all in exchange for your life, thank you!"

Gu Fan looked up at the bright moon, sighed, and thought in his heart that the moon was still round in his hometown! After five years of struggle in the patrol, he climbed out of the pile of dead people with difficulty countless times, just to return to the original place!

Gu Fan's gaze at the direction of Qiandu at this moment, his eyes were deep and terrifying, as if he had penetrated thousands of miles and seen the prosperity of Qiandu.

"Are you ready, I'm here!" he muttered in his heart.