In a quaint and simple wooden house, an old man in a cloth coat is drinking tea, a chessboard is placed on the table, and a child of six or seven years old is playing not far away.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" the boy asked innocently as he ran up to the old man with a grin.

"Hehe, grandpa is gambling. The old man looked at the child kindly and said with a smile.

"Oh, who are you playing with, grandpa?"

"Cang"

"Cang, that man's name is Cang, why didn't I see it, where is he?" the child scratched his head, his face puzzled.

"He, he is the firmament above this, everywhere. ”

"Oh," the child nodded incomprehensibly.

"And what's black and white on it?" the child asked, pointing to the pieces on the board.

"In your eyes they are pawns, and in my eyes they are called Cangsheng. The old man sighed, his deep eyes looking into the distance.

"Which of you will win?"

"I don't know ......"

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Under the sky, the sun and the moon are broken, the wolf smoke is everywhere, and there are fights everywhere, and none of the creatures in Kyushu have been spared, and millions of corpses have already been floated, and the blood is flowing like a river.

Both gods and demons have abandoned their hostility and joined hands to fight the enemy.

With red eyes, the beast fiercely rushed towards the enemy, fearless of death.

The Buddha, who was originally compassionate and compassionate, was fighting a bloody battle, and he had already killed his eyes.

The catastrophe descended into the world, wanting to destroy the world and reorganize the world.

For the sake of their relatives, for their friends, and for the sake of the common people of Kyushu, the monks resolutely chose to resist, even if it was the catastrophe they feared the most, it could not wipe out people's desire to survive.

On the ground, endless creatures are praying, the heavenly calamity has descended into the world, life seems so small, like grass mustard, they are powerless to resist, only pray for the gods and Buddhas in their hearts, how sad is this?

Above the nine heavens, the war is still spreading, the gods are roaring, the demons have gone crazy, the body of the Buddha has been shattered, the eyes of the ferocious demon beasts are red, the sharp blades in the hands of the monks have long been broken, and the yuan power in the body has been exhausted.

The battle continues, and they have no strength to fight anymore, so they can only choose to blow themselves up, use their last life to burst out their colors, and block the pace of destruction with flesh and blood, just because they are gods, the last hope in the hearts of all beings.

Grief ignited the anger of the monks, who had long since regarded death as their home, and after paying a huge number of casualties, the monks finally had the upper hand, and victory seemed to be at hand.

Is it that simple?

Heaven is "sacred", as the so-called "heaven is mighty", it does not allow the small beings to offend its majesty.

A sharp claw stretched out from the black qi, and the sharp claw was pitch black and cautious, turning into a huge claw and grabbing at the army of gods and demons.

The giant claw was like the hand of the heavens, and the faces of the hundreds of millions of monks who were pressed were pale, seeing that they were getting closer and closer, and once they fell, countless gods and demons would die.

"Hmph"

Just as the giant claw was about to fall, a cold snort came from behind the hundreds of millions of gods and demons, and then a golden fist of the same size suddenly appeared and smashed the giant claw.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, it swept through the heavens and the earth, shaking hundreds of millions of monks and countless living beings.

After the loud bang, a 100,000-foot golden giant appeared above the hundreds of millions of monks.

The giant is burly and upright, full of majesty, domineering, and is clearly a god of the world, with the power to destroy the world in his gestures.

When hundreds of millions of monks saw the giant on their heads appear, their faces all showed ecstasy, and their fighting spirit was immediately high, and they were not afraid.

The black qi on the opposite side surged wildly, let out a terrible scream, and a hoarse voice came out.

"Who am I? It turns out that he is the king of six generations, I haven't seen him for many years, and his strength has increased a lot. ”

"Noise, this king will destroy you today. The sixth-generation king said indifferently.

"The gods and demons of Kyushu, listen to my orders, use the sharp blades in your hands to protect my rivers and mountains, and fight with me for nine days!"

"Battle ......"

"Battle ......"

"Battle ......"

The gods are roaring, the demons are roaring, and the fighting spirit of hundreds of millions of monks is soaring, and they want to follow in the footsteps of the king of men, pave the way for all beings with blood, and forge the gate of all beings with their stump bodies.

The sixth-generation king strode forward, and the majestic figure led the Kyushu monks to sweep the nine heavens step by step.

"The catastrophe has descended into the world, and we want to turn the world upside down, what should we do?"

"Fight! Fight until the sky falls apart. ”

"Strange spirits are rampant and want to destroy my great rivers and mountains, what should we do?"

"Fight! Fight to the point where the alien spirit is terrified. ”

"Nine shadows appear at the same time, if you want to destroy my Kyushu people, what should we do?"

"Fight! Fight until the sky is stained with blood. ”

The question of the king of people and the answer of hundreds of millions of monks roared, shaking the nine heavens and asking the nine shadows, like an immortal oath resounding through the sky.

The beings who prayed silently had already burst into tears, and the oaths were the hearts of hundreds of millions of gods and demons, the hope of the people in Kyushu, and the fighting spirit ignited by the monks of the world with their lives.

The six generations of human kings fought with the creatures in the black qi above the nine heavens, killing the black sky and the dark sky, and the sky shattered.

"A group of lowly creatures dare to rebel against my Nine Heavens Firmament, I really don't know what to do. ”

After a while, an indifferent voice suppressed the roar above the nine heavens and spread throughout the sky.

I saw a colorful light appear above the battlefield in the blink of an eye, and six light clusters flickered above the alien spirit.

The light cluster disappeared, and in its place were the six figures.

The person who spoke was an old man standing on his sword, looking down on the hundreds of millions of monks with majesty and indifference.

The old man's face was sarcastic, his mind moved, the long sword flew, and a thousand-foot-long sword whistled and slashed downward, and the wind and clouds rolled upside down where he passed, like a blade that opened the sky, and the momentum was huge.

"Why bother them, let the poor Dao know the magical powers of the immortal friends for a while. A bland word bathed the tired bodies of hundreds of millions of monks like a spring equinox.

Just when the earth-shattering sword slashed, a purple spell tore through the sky, domineering towards the sword, and received a shocking blow.

Then, an old man in a Taoist robe stepped into the air, smiling and wiping his beard, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

There were also five people walking out beside the old man, all of whom were the pinnacle of existence between heaven and earth, and they were also the spiritual pillars of the hundreds of millions of monks below.

Above the common people in Kyushu, there are hundreds of millions of monks, and above hundreds of millions of monks, it is the king of people and the six figures, who lead hundreds of millions of monks to fight in all directions, and swear to protect the common people in the world until they fall.

The old man who stepped on the sword snorted coldly, "Wudao, you really came, today is your death." ”

"Is it? Then the poor Dao will seek justice for the common people in this world, what can the sky do to me?" said in a domineering manner, the Dao robe was windless and automatic, and the other five figures moved forward to kill.

Twelve figures flew up at the same time, coming to the nine heavens, like the king of men and the black qi, the sky and the earth were shattered, and the yin and yang were reversed.

Who knows the way of heaven and the way of heaven? When the sky is angry, who can stop it?

Just when the battle was hot, the clouds and clouds above the nine heavens suddenly changed, the stars fell, the sun and the moon appeared together, the sky was mighty, and the chests of the monks were stuffy and their bodies were stiff.

Not long after, a black hole the size of a million zhang appeared, and a pale tentacle stretched out, driving the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and smashing it fiercely towards the hundreds of millions of monks below.

The tentacles fell instantly, and tens of thousands of monks didn't have time to dodge, all of them were smashed into a blur of flesh and blood, and they died, making the Nine Heavens as miserable as the Shura Field.

The pale tentacle reaped the lives of tens of thousands of monks with a single blow, mercilessly slashing at everyone like the scythe of death.

The king of the six generations shouted violently, and with a punch he flew away the black qi on the opposite side, and instantly came to the tentacle and cut off the tentacle with one palm.

Before the people had time to cheer, they saw that the severed tentacle was instantly reborn, and it violently pumped towards the human king, entangled with it.

The catastrophe did not stop, hundreds of black holes appeared again above the nine heavens, and a tentacle stretched out from each hole, mercilessly sweeping towards hundreds of millions of monks.

In the blink of an eye, the corpses were all over the ground, the flesh was all over the sky, the army of monks was defeated, and countless gods and demons were strangled, this is the real catastrophe descending into the world, the lives under the sky were devastated, hundreds of millions of monks were defeated, and even the king of people and the six masters were attacked, and they were too busy to take care of themselves for a while.

The tentacles are still increasing, the mountains and rivers have been broken, if it continues, the common people will soon be extinct, hundreds of millions of monks will be wiped out, even the human king and others can't do it, they have already been seriously injured, and their lives are in danger, this is the real catastrophe.

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In the distant land of Kyushu, a secluded place that is rarely populated, there is a simple hut and a half-human-high pitch-black stone monument.

Inside the hut sat an old man with gray hair, and opposite the old man lay an unfinished chess game.

The old man looked a little weak, with a thin body and a wrinkled face, which looked very ordinary, only the old man's eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes, as if he had experienced eternal years.

After tidying up the shabby clothes, the old man looked at the chess game in front of him, then pushed the door and walked out of the hut, stretched out his hand and touched the quaint stone tablet in front of the door, looked around nostalgically, his body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared, leaving behind a simple hut and a quaint stone tablet, as well as an unfinished chessboard.

Above the nine heavens, the gods and demons were roaring unwillingly, facing the hand of the sky, they were powerless to resist, only to take a nostalgic look at the broken mountains and rivers at the end, and leave with regret.

Most of the hundreds of millions of monks were killed and injured, their vitality was greatly injured, the king of men was bleeding, and they were seriously injured, and the seven strong men were severely injured one after another, facing the danger of falling.

An old figure appeared silently above the Nine Heavens, and no one noticed his arrival except for the seven powerhouses.

"Hey......! just let me, an old bone, finally do something for the common people. The old man said lightly as he looked at the sky. There is no great joy or sorrow, as if he has already seen through everything in this world.

The old man glanced at the king and the others, and smiled, like a kind elder caring for the junior.

In the end, the old man looked at the sky, stepped on the air with his right foot, and saw that the thousands of tentacles that were originally chasing and killing the Kyushu monks exploded in an instant, and the black hole where they were located collapsed together.

Lowering his head, the old man glanced at the endless strange spirits.

"Extinguish"

With just one word, the billions of alien spirits under his feet instantly turned into ashes.

The old man finished doing this calmly, no longer nostalgic, turned into a billions of red lights, and went straight to the sky.

Wudao and the others looked at the old man's departing figure, all of them showed sadness, the seven of them were the peak powerhouses under the sky, but at this time, they all bowed respectfully to the old man's figure.

After a while, I saw the sky collapse, and the old man tore open a crack hundreds of millions of miles long, and countless stars fell, turned into bright meteors, and flew to the land of Kyushu.

In this group of raging meteors, there was a thumb-sized blue light flashing, mixed in with hundreds of millions of meteor showers, and no one would notice it.

People looked at Tianyu in shock, they didn't expect that the thin old man to be so terrifying, what is the identity of the old man? I'm afraid that only the seven powerhouses know a little bit about it.

The sky was shattering, the sun and the moon were trembling, and people were in a trance, as if they saw an incomparably huge beast face, imprinted on the sky, roaring at the old man fiercely.

After a long time, the broken Tianyu returned to its original appearance, but the old man was no longer seen, and people were surprised to feel that the Heavenly Tribulation was no longer there, and the heaven and earth had returned to their original order.

When everyone was surprised, they were also surprised by the horror of the old man, who actually fought against the world-destroying catastrophe with his own strength, and slaughtered hundreds of millions of alien spirits in one eye, what kind of anti-heaven cultivation is this?

The old man turned the tide, single-handedly dissipated the catastrophe of destroying the world, protected the world with his life, and disappeared into the world like this.

Except for the Seven Powers, no one knew his name, but vaguely, an old word came into the ears of the Seven Powers, and he vaguely heard these words:

"The time has not yet ............ ，...... Layout...... ，...... Gambling......

The Stars ............ ，... Rate... Warlords...... ，...... ............ of the Battle"