Finally, he glanced at the coffin, that glance, looked at it for a long time, and after a long time, it was closed, and the moment he closed his eyes, the coffin, at that moment, slowly closed the coffin lid.

Stretched out his hand and pushed out a palm, and this palm fell, as if it had infinite power, directly slapping the coffin of the silkworm wood that day directly into the bottom of the majestic peak.

Then, in Xiang Yao's hand, a sword appeared, and that sword was the Lonely Sword, and when this sword was taken out, there was a sense of sorrow bursting out from the sword.

"This sword, your name is lonely love, which means that I have been lonely all my life, but but, people go to the sword to stay..."Xiang Yao slowly raised his hand and gently slashed forward, this slash directly cut the side of the majestic mountain peak into a cliff.

Hengqiu Ancient Sword is lonely, cutting down the immortal heart...

Xiang Yao carved a line of this plan on the cliff, and after a long time, he stepped on the top of the mountain, and with a wave of his hand, a small pavilion appeared.

Since you can be lonely for me all your life, why will I not fall for you for a lifetime.

"Yes, there is still hope..."Xiang Yao was entrenched in the small pavilion, her hair was flying, and with that beautiful face, she couldn't help but make people feel a thrilling beauty.

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, making her face extremely pale, and in this paleness, there was determination.

"With the luck of Xiangyao's land, condensed in the chessboard, with the law of time, this place will become your tomb..."

With a wave of her hand, countless fogs appeared, and in this fog, there was an endless method of time, and then, wrapped here, making this place like a different world.

"This sword, go to find someone who is destined, go to you, leave a glimmer of hope..."Xiang Yao stared blankly at the lonely sword in his hand, and after a long time, he sighed, even if he was reluctant, he still drove this sword into the endless void.

She didn't do it, but slowly condensed the luck of the land of Xiangyao in this chessboard at a slow speed.

If someone who is destined can play this game of chess, the more it is played, then the more luck in it will be transmitted to the bottom of the vitality.

Then, she left behind a picture scroll, in which she was herself, leaving behind a divine consciousness, in which only when she was playing chess, would she manifest in order to complete her plan.

After doing all this, blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and the fire of her life swayed, but there was determination in her eyes, revealing a faint smile.

"Your soul is not broken, but it is close to dissipation, and only by condensing your luck can you have a chance to open your eyes..."

"You have sheltered that city for many years, and now, it is time for them to get a glimmer of hope for you, besides, I did not directly condense the luck in that Xiangyao City here, but gave them a hope..."

After Xiang Yao finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and waved, and those chess pieces were directly arranged into a chess game, just like that, in this small pavilion, waiting for someone who was destined.

She also needs to leave, although she doesn't know if she can save the man in the state of the remnant soul by doing so, but after all, there is a glimmer of hope.

In this small pavilion, she stayed for a long time, and then, she slowly flew towards the outside world, she was reluctant, but she did not cry, but there was a tear, floating out of the corner of her eye, turned into a pool.

"Between you and me, there is an unforgettable hundred years, no matter what, you have to wake up..." Xiang Yao left, her gaze was not sad, but turned into a fierce one, and galloped towards her family's land.

The picture was finally shattered, Mu Hao, too, came back to his senses, looked at the full game of chess pieces, and looked at the painting scroll on the side, and couldn't help but think deeply.

Mu Hao originally had a lot of doubts in his heart, and these doubts had felt the difference in this place since he entered the Mu family, but the picture just now made all his doubts unravel.

It turned out that this Xiangyao City was one of the original ten, but it was forcibly erased by that Xiangyao.

It turned out that Xiang Yao's spiritual power was depleted because of the disappearance of luck, and all the luck was slowly moving closer to this chessboard, making it possible for the man to open his eyes.

It turned out that in the fog, the law of time was condensed, isolating this place.

Mu Hao looked at the scroll and couldn't help but sigh for a lifetime, that Xiangyao is also an infatuated person, and he has prepared a lot of backhands at any cost, and all this is just for the person in his mind to reopen his eyes.

The lonely sword, waiting for someone who is destined, but the painting shaft is designed for playing chess, Mu Hao has to sigh that Xiangyao's means are really a bit heavenly.

It's not just cultivation, it's the mind and means that have laid out a thousand-year-old bureau.

"It turns out that this is actually the treasure of the sage..."Mu Hao looked at the lonely sword in his hand, he originally belonged to that man, and with Mu Hao's cultivation, it was difficult to play its role, not to mention, the spirit in this sword already had a sense of sorrow, and it reduced the spirituality of this lonely sword to the minimum.

But in any case, it is always a treasure of sages, and its sharpness is unimaginable, but Mu Hao has a heavenly pen, a Bodhi staff, and a spear, and he doesn't need a magic weapon.

Mu Hao put the lonely sword next to the chess game, and let it, along with the tomb of its former owner, be regarded as the end of the land.

Mu Hao suddenly remembered that when Xiang Yao left, there was a tear that turned into a pool, Mu Hao was short of breath, in his opinion, that pool, most likely, was the legendary Nianjun Pool.

"Every next step, the luck condensed into the silkworm coffin will add one more point, and I, it's a draw, the chess piece, it's full..."Mu Hao muttered, looking at it, trying to see through this majestic peak, but he couldn't see through it.

At this moment, at the bottom of the peak, the corpse that had been silent for thousands of years already had the power, constantly condensed in those eyes, but it was still difficult to open those eyes.

Mu Hao left the small pavilion, did not take the picture scroll with him, nor did he bring the chess game, but walked towards a place, that place, he remembered, was a tear that fell when Xiang Yao left, and turned into a pool.

With his memory, Mu Hao came there, and what he saw was just a big pit, and in that big pit, there was no pool of water.

Mu Hao's eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of disappointment, after all, if he could find Nian Junchi and make his physical body grow, his combat power would increase greatly.

Mu Hao sighed, and was just about to leave, but suddenly, he remembered what Na Mu Shan had said to him before, and he needed to resonate with Nian Jun Chi before he could see Nian Jun Chi.

"It resonates, but it resonates... How to cause..."Mu Hao looked around, his eyes fixed on the small pavilion, his figure flickered, and after a while, he appeared in the small pavilion.

Mu Hao picked up the lonely sword, put away the scroll again, and bowed to the mountain peak before disappearing, and when it appeared, it was on top of the big pit.

Mu Hao sacrificed the lonely sword, fell into the heavenly pit, and stuck it vertically, after a long time, there was still no movement.

Then, the scroll was sacrificed, and when it was unfolded, the portrait of Xiang Yao was revealed, but even after a long time, there was still no reaction.

Mu Hao sighed, these two items did not resonate with Nian Junchi at all, and even the fluctuations did not come out.

Even Mu Hao was a little skeptical that the legendary Nianjun Pond still existed.

He took those two items back and forth, and kept walking back and forth in this sinkhole, but he didn't have the slightest thought.

Three days later, Mu Hao gave up Nianjun Pond and returned to the Mo Xiao Pavilion, thinking about how to leave, with his potential strength, he definitely couldn't forcibly break through the fog.

Otherwise, the power of time in it can erase his longevity, Mu Hao believes that even if that Xiangyao is not proficient in the method of time, he is still much stronger than himself.

Time, ten days have passed, and within these ten days, he has explored almost all of this place, this place is not big, with his cultivation, it is easy, but he did not find the slightest abnormality.

"I don't know, what's wrong with Mu Hua..."Mu Hao muttered, sitting in the small pavilion with a blank expression.

This is the midwinter season, on this day, it also snowed, snowflakes fell, in this small space, this world, in the eyes, slowly, became white.

"I don't know, what's wrong with my father, I don't know if I've broken through my cultivation, and I don't know how much older I've been..." Mu Hao looked at the snow, stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell into his hand, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into tiny droplets.

This snow is plain, but the people in this dry world make people think of it when they look at it, and their thoughts fly out, which makes people think of it.

Mu Hao thought of Meng Qi, thought of Yin Ting, now that the years have passed, I don't know how long it has been since the time of separation, so many years have passed, I don't know if the other party is also worried at this moment.

Mu Hao sat cross-legged on the tile of the small pavilion, and the snow kept falling on his body, looking at the snow, he had a lot of thoughts, and slowly took out the sky control flute and played it slowly.

There are constantly pictures, floating from Mu Hao's sea of knowledge, and the scenes of the past are floating in front of me, shaking like yesterday.

The rhythm flew out, with Mu Hao's thoughts, with Mu Hao's thoughts, slowly floated out, echoing in this space.

When this rhythm floated out, the flowers and trees burst out of the snow at this moment, like retrograde growth.

Mu Hao can say that he can't play a complete tune, but at this moment, he turned what he thought in his heart into a song.

The rhythm of music continued to float out, and finally, it continued to reverberate in this world, and with that rhythm, the lonely sword within Mu Hao's space ring slowly flashed at this moment.

In the big pit, under the reverberation of this rhythm, there was some water, out of nowhere, and the sound of the water, echoing the sound of the flute, seemed to resonate.

Mu Hao was still playing, and in the big pit, there was also silver-white water in half of the place, and there was a strong qi and blood power, condensing in the pool.

In the end, the big pit was filled with this silver-white water, and the rhythm of the music was still wafting.

This book was first published in Book King