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Continental agnostic.

The middle-aged man in white grinded the chess pieces at his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the chessboard in front of him, and he had never been so concentrated.

The chessboard is not small.

But for the middle-aged man in white, it is not too big, but it is only 1,800 vertical and horizontal, and a few slaps can still cover the chessboard.

At this moment, the black and white characters on the chessboard fall vertically and horizontally.

This game of chess is different from the previous game when Xiao Yishan was there. The middle-aged man in white has been down for thousands of years, and every time it seems to be a casual fall.

But the total number of millennium pieces has made a big dragon finally appear on the chessboard.

The dragon looked up, missing one eye.

Legend has it that in ancient times or those ancient times, there was a peerless power to paint heaven and earth and take the avenue as a pen. Between the pen, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas appear between heaven and earth. When the ink is swayed, there are millions of people. If one stroke falls, there will be a dragon lurking between heaven and earth, and only need to put the finishing touch, and there will be a real dragon in the world.

At this point, he Li Baiyi naturally couldn't do it.

At most, a son will be left behind, and the dragon will be the eye, cutting the shackles on the real dragon, and letting him open his eyes and know that it is just nine days of take-off.

The minister of the dragon, he likes this title quite a bit.

It's just that at this moment, the black chess piece in Li Baiyi's hand has not fallen for a long time. The latter's eyes were fixed on the real dragon on the chessboard, as if hesitating and waiting.

As soon as the son falls, it will really change the sky.

Without the protector of the way, he didn't know if he could help this true dragon on the chessboard up to the Nine Heavens Cloud. If you are not careful, I am afraid that this real dragon that has come back to life has not yet flown up, and it will be skinned and cramped, and the last trace of qi will be lost.

......

The black pieces on that side did not fall for a long time, and they failed to squeeze out the white pieces on the chessboard. In the torn canopy of the sky in the Yin Yang Valley, a behemoth appeared.

It's really big!

The body is more than thirty miles long, and it is three times larger than the previous evil king. The blood-colored wings covered the sky, and they swooped down for no reason, killing towards the forest wilderness.

In the long sky, the moment the canopy was torn open, Lin Huang's attack and killing technique was like a river bursting out of the embankment, heading towards that terrifying monster.

Sonorous and sonorous.

Between heaven and earth, but there were a few sonorous sounds. It's like the sound of a young man who has just stepped into the martial arts, pounding at an iron pillar.

Lin Huang's heart sank suddenly.

Stepping on the Abi Shura Dao, wearing three thousand heroic spirits, and eight times the anger of the Shura in his body, such a combat power comparable to the peak powerhouse of the Martial Saint struck a blow, and there were only a few crisp sounds, and even the latter's fur was not injured.

The realm of the Holy King!

The forest is like an ice cellar, it is really three times larger, and the realm is terrifyingly raised by two floors...... Even if there are three thousand Martial King Realm Heroic Spirits clothed, it is impossible to make up for the gap.

Martial artists enlighten the Tao and enter the realm of martial kings, only then can they be regarded as pushing open the door of martial arts.

And the warrior comprehends the rules and mysteries, and only then can he be regarded as stepping from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The gap and difficulty between them, the martial arts contest is too terrifying.

Therefore, the gap between the martial artists above and below the Holy Realm is also like a cloud.

When facing the evil king's clone, Lin Huang tried all his means to kill the martial king, but if he wanted to kill the holy king with the realm of the martial saint, it was tantamount to shaking the tree.

Bang.

After Lin Huang's previous move was blocked, the blood crow in the void that might be called an evil saint had already killed Lin Huang.

When a wing falls, it is a space that rolls for dozens of miles.

Lin Huang's body was shaky, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and it took a third of his vitality before he appeared twenty miles away at a terrifying speed, avoiding the attack of the evil saint.

The evil saint in the void turned around, like a god looking down on countless ants, as if he had been detained for thousands of years and was lonely, so the killing intent in his body was extremely strong.

It was so strong that all the Wuhou on the battlefield knelt on the ground, and all the people under the Wuhou seemed to have an evil Jiao in their bodies that made waves, and they could not be suppressed one by one and exploded to death.

Lin Huang turned around and forgot to glance at the battlefield below, and the murderous intent in his heart was monstrous. He raised the demon suppression knife in his hand again, like a small ant, to face the behemoth in front of him.

Now, since he is the strongest in the Eastern Spirit Realm, he should be at the forefront of the surging torrent.

Even if not for those strange warriors. But there are Lin Cangxue in the battlefield, Bai Xiaopang and Lu Han, Qin Xuance in the Eastern Spirit Realm, and Lin Beichen......

A holy king who can crush the Eastern Spirit Realm is coming, and he can't escape, so he can only fight for that one-in-ten-thousandth opportunity.

Although tens of millions of people have gone to me!

In the void, Lin Huang held the double knife of embroidered gods and demon suppression, and the black and white light reappeared.

With three swords in one hand and white hair in the other, he pushed out towards the evil saint in front of him, and the light shone on the nine heavens, as if he could kill everything.

However, the evil saint waved his wings, and only a bang was heard, and the cross Yama that came out like black and white light suddenly shattered, and was annihilated by the evil saint and invisible.

"What can a real dragon do in the world? As long as he hasn't opened his eyes and hasn't encountered the gathering of the wind and clouds, he is still just a small reptile, not even a reptile!"

The fierce voice of the evil saint resounded in the void, as mighty as the heavenly sound of the falling avenue.

"A thousand years ago, the Zuojia Ming Sect suppressed our people, how high-spirited and unbelievable it was, and what could it do in the end? The sun and the moon have sunk in the west for thousands of years, and now they want to make a comeback?

Under the firmament, the evil saint spoke coldly, as if he was speaking to Lin Huang, and it seemed to be speaking to the three thousand heroic spirits in Lin Huang's body, and it seemed to be questioning the chess players outside the Dongling Realm.

Before the evil saint's words fell, he went towards the forest wilderness again. This time, the speed is several times faster than before......

Lin Huang's complexion changed greatly, and he stepped out of the air with one foot.

Bang.

Lin Huang stepped for more than fifty miles, but he was still swept by the wings of the evil saint, and the whole person fell like a meteor to the mountains and rivers, directly smashing out an abyss, not knowing life and death.

In the void, the evil saint snorted coldly, too lazy to say much to the group of ants in the Eastern Spirit Realm, but continued to walk towards the abyss......

In the battlefield, Lin Cangxue threw down the drumstick and rushed towards the abyss, and before she could fly ten miles, she was fanned by the fierce wind set off by the wings of the evil saint for a hundred miles.

In the middle of the military formation, Xuanyuan raised his troops to spit blood and moved forward with his guns again, but he fell down suddenly. He had already run out of oil, and he had no power to fight again.

If the previous evil king is invincible.

Today's evil saints are truly invincible......

In just a moment, the evil saint has already rushed down, approaching the abyss of a hundred miles, and only needs one wing to cross the earth, and it can completely crush the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang will definitely die.

Not only because of the evil saint's confidence in his own strength, but also because in the heaven and earth outside Dongling, there are still two old guys, and no matter how bad they are, they can hold on for a moment and a half.

A string of sutras.

A locust branch.

And killing a forest famine, it's just a matter of getting up and down, where did it take so long. It's ridiculous that the Zongheng family under the willow tree thinks that they have a thousand-year-old layout, which is unparalleled in the world.

It's a pity that the real dragon has not yet woken up, and he has to die......

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