Mu Hao played chess with the woman, which could be seen from a distance, but it was not a chess game, but a chess game to preach.

Every time a son falls, there are ripples scattered, but after scattering, invisibly, it will be transmitted into the coffin at the bottom of the majestic peak, the man in the coffin, the body trembled slightly from time to time, the tremor is not visible to the naked eye, as if it is just a small fish swimming in the sea, it is difficult to see.

The man's corpse, with that trembling, seemed to have some power brewing in his body, and he wanted to open the eyes that had been silent for a thousand years.

This game of chess, played for three days, did not distinguish the winner or loser, it can even be said that it has just begun, the woman's face is calm, there is no patience, and there is no joy or anger, she is still playing chess calmly, but the speed at which she plays chess is much slower than before.

Even in the end, one day, Mu Hao will only fall behind, there is a deep exhaustion in his eyes, this chess game, fortunately, he has practiced with the monkey for a long time before, but now playing this game of chess, it is like deciding life and death.

Every step is extremely difficult, Mu Hao has to calculate the only vitality in the chessboard, that woman, can also be said to be Xiang Yao, at this moment, she also has a method of calculation in her eyes, but after all, this game of chess, she, I don't know how long, faintly, fell behind.

The two of them, just like that, were playing chess in the small pavilion, although it took a long time before one son fell, but each time the son fell, the stronger the ripples that could be transmitted into the coffin at the bottom.

The man, although he was a corpse, for some reason, was always condensing the power to open his eyes, and this power was constantly brewing, and when it was condensed at a point, it broke out.

The more Mu Hao played, the more frightened he became, because with the beginning of this game of chess to the present, there was a constant fog in the sky that began to cage towards this small pavilion.

"I, I can't lose..."Mu Hao's divine sense surged to the extreme, and now, in a game of chess, the chess pieces have covered two-thirds of this chess game, but the time has passed a month.

Mu Hao's eyes were deeply tired, but the obsession in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he believed that if he won this game of chess, it was very likely that there would be a creation.

Time passed slowly, and Mu Hao and the woman always sat there cross-legged, not moving at all, but the deduction in their eyes was intense to the extreme.

This game of chess seems to contain the Tao of the two, every step falls, it is a Tao, and every step seems to have a mysterious meaning.

This game of chess, gradually, in Mu Hao's eyes, has changed, he seems to be in the midst of a war, and the two sides of the war are gods and demons.

Every time, there is only one place of vitality, if you make a mistake, you will face the trampling of thousands of troops, Mu Hao thinks carefully every step he takes.

He didn't dare to rush, he could only calculate in the sea of knowledge, Mu Hao's sea of knowledge, within the endless sea of knowledge, there seemed to be countless chessboards, all playing at the same time, and within each chessboard, it was the same chess game, the difference was that the next chess piece to go.

Spring has quietly passed, ushering in the scorching summer, until seven months later, ushering in, autumn.

This majestic mountain, full of trees, have withered yellow, continuously, there are fallen leaves, falling in the small pavilion, but when it falls, there is an invisible force, the fallen leaves, into nothingness.

At this time, the chess game, on the chessboard, was densely packed with chess pieces, but still, it was not finished, and Mu Hao's eyes gradually had a look of enlightenment.

This game of chess, at this moment, looks like an endless mystery, faintly, as if it contains a kind of Tao, indescribable, unclear.

And the man at the bottom of the mountain peak, also in this autumn, his eyelids jumped, with countless rhymes, condensed in his eyes, but still, he couldn't open his eyes.

The leaves have not fallen, because the tree has withered, this year, for the first time, there is winter snow falling, this snow falls, bringing a chill, when it roars, enveloping the entire land of ruins.

In Mu Hao's eyes, the color of enlightenment was deeper, but he didn't speak, this game of chess, already, to the end, the entire chessboard, there are only a few chess pieces to play.

Finally, at the end of this winter, Mu Hao fell the last son, and when the white son fell, there was a ripple, which continued to ripple invisibly, and then it entered the coffin at the bottom.

The man inside the coffin, his heart, suddenly, in the thousand-year period, sounded the first heartbeat.

Knock knock, knock knock.

Every heartbeat can cause chaos in the endless void, as if with the sound of that heartbeat, the void, with that heartbeat, vibrates with that heartbeat.

This game of chess has been played for a whole year, experienced the four seasons, seen the spring rain, avoided the summer, drifted past the autumn leaves, and enjoyed the winter snow.

Mu Hao didn't win this game of chess.

However, I didn't lose this game of chess, this game was a draw.

After this game of chess, there was an indescribable tiredness in Mu Hao's eyes, and even his spirit was a little tired.

Mu Hao closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened them, and there was a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

"It turns out that the Three Thousand Dao, the Chess Dao, is also a kind, if I win this game of chess, my cultivation, I'm afraid, will improve a lot, but, it's a pity..."Mu Hao muttered, although his cultivation has not yet reached the middle stage of the Three Tribulation Heaven Realm, but he has improved a lot, and he has already stepped into the middle stage of the Three Tribulation Heaven Realm with half a foot.

This game of chess is extremely difficult, especially in the end, every move that falls, you need to deduce an endless number of times in the sea of knowledge before you can fall.

"Unexpectedly, I didn't lose, I didn't win, it seems that I can't see that it's right, and I can't see that it's wrong, but there are variables..."Xiangyao muttered, she didn't go to Mu Hao as the tomb keeper, and she didn't let Mu Hao leave, there was a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Well, there is no right or wrong, that is, the will of heaven..."Xiang Yao muttered, there was hope in her eyes, but soon, she regained her calm.

"Since it's a draw, then, give you a chance..."Xiang Yao sighed and pointed out a finger, and at the same time as this point, Mu Hao's eyes shrank and he held the cross-border talisman tightly.

But what came was not the imaginary restraints, Mu Hao, and did not crush the magic talisman, but let that Xiang Yao point at his eyebrows.

There are pictures one after another, pouring into Mu Hao's sea of knowledge, and those pictures are constantly flashing, and gradually, a memory is formed.

In my memory, the first thing I saw was a woman, and that woman was Xiang Yao, who looked the same as the woman who walked out of the picture scroll, with a peerless face.

Originally, it was not a city, but because of a great war, the city was built.

Xiang Yao, who had transcended the cultivation of the virtuous realm, came here, but only stopped slightly and watched a war, but because of this war, it directly changed Xiang Yao's life.

She would not participate in this war, but in this war, she saw a figure, which rushed ahead, ready to protect the monks in this city, that was his home.

The indomitable momentum, the determination to see death as home, deeply touched Xiang Yao's heart, there has never been a man who can make her heart move, even those Tianjiao, can't, but she was attracted by the man who rushed forward to perform magical spells.

She has arrogance, she is beyond the virtuous realm, that man is also a sage cultivator, she doesn't care, she took action, helped the man, and saved this inevitable situation with one hand.

Even, just cast the same simple spell, but her cultivation is beyond the virtuous realm, even if this spell is simple, but when she shoots, the eight directions vibrate, with endless spiritual power, condensed in that spell, and directly with one palm, the enemy army was scattered.

The man, the same, fell in love with Xiang Yao, and the two walked together.

The calamity has finally come, she, after all, does not belong here, and her family, the same, will not agree.

The man promised to break through the cultivation of the sages and follow in the footsteps of the gods in the fastest possible time.

He, desperately, entered the forbidden area, this slim life, was found by him, in the forbidden area, he did not die, and obtained the creation, but, because of this, he was seriously injured, on the way back, but met the enemy.

He was already seriously injured, he couldn't beat the other party, and even, just for a moment, his life was in danger, he didn't want to fall, because he already had hope to break through the cultivation of the sages, and once he broke through, he could be with Xiang Yao.

He didn't want to fall away like this, but at the moment of danger, he burned his essence blood, burned Shouyuan, and the fire of life swayed, even if he died, he had to fight.

He, who won, killed the other party, but because of the other party's dying counterattack, his longevity has burned out, and he shed two lines of tears.

Xiang Yao came, but it was too late, and when he saw him, although he kept using his means, and even passed his own vitality into the other party's body, he still couldn't stop it.

"A monk's life, life and death, you, there is still a glimmer of life..."Xiang Yao smiled, hugged him and walked out, and when he appeared, he fell in the land of Xiang Yao.

With a wave of his hand, ninety percent of that city was wiped out with one hand and turned into desolation, leaving only the city that Mu Hao could see now.

"This place, because of the king, is called Xiang Yao..."Xiang Yao sighed, took another step, and when he appeared, he came to a group of mountains.

"Your vitality is not there, but it is not hopeless..."Xiang Yao glanced around at the mountains, and when he raised his hand, there were continuous mountain peaks collapsing, and finally, in the midst of that collapse, there were countless soils, condensing a majestic peak.

"The Heavenly Silkworm Wood has turned into a coffin, but you can be immortal in your physical body..."Xiang Yao waved his sleeves, and a huge tree appeared, and immediately, countless spiritual power blades burst out in the air, constantly chopping the Heavenly Silkworm Wood.

In just a moment, a coffin was carved, and Xiang Yao put his body into it, with a strange power, wrapping his body as if it was not eroded by time.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com