Ying Xuan followed behind Zhao Jundao, and set off a monstrous wave in his heart, but he didn't expect to alarm the existence of the main peak, according to Ying Xuan's idea, he just wanted to engrave the Qinggu Monument in order to obtain credits and exchange it for the treasure of the Yuan Ling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Previously, when he was cultivating the spirit realm, Ying Xuan engraved the top of the Qinggu Monument, which caused a commotion that alarmed the existence of the main peak, and only the peak masters of the nine major peaks knew about it, and the disciples below did not hear about it.

Now that the mysterious main peak of Bailu Academy exists, summoning Ying Xuan, his heart naturally cannot be calm, and he has the power to melt the spirit, which is only in Ying Xuan's impression, and it is only the deceased Heaven Capture Ancestor.

"Hall Master, I don't know who the predecessor of the main peak summons the disciple...?"

I have to blame Ying Xuan for being a little cautious, just because there are too many secrets hidden in his body, such as the turtle shell rune, the liquid of nothingness, the cave world, and the nine layers of evolution, which can be said to be intolerable to the existence of the world.

If he accidentally slipped in front of the power of the Soul Melting and was discovered of these existences, then it would be okay, Ying Xuan himself felt that he would be dragged by someone to do experiments to see the origin of the nine layers of evolution.

To tell the truth, being able to engrave the top of the Qinggu Monument is shocking in the eyes of all the peak lords, and in the eyes of many disciples, it is also envy, jealousy and hatred, but only Ying Xuan's own family knows his own affairs, how can there be no ghosts in his heart.

"I don't know. ”

Zhao Jundao was concise and to the point as always, the expression on his face could not see joy, anger and sorrow, and he looked like an ancient well, in Zhao Jundao's mind, he didn't know the purpose of the courtyard master's summons to win Xuan, but his thoughts could also be vaguely guessed.

"Don't worry, immortal cultivators have their own strange fate, as long as it doesn't damage the academy, it won't hurt. ”

As if he had seen through Ying Xuan's careful thoughts, Zhao Jundao smiled rarely, the cultivators of the immortal cultivation realm, who does not have their own little secrets, not to mention the talented demons, naturally there are more secrets hidden in their bodies.

The sect naturally disdains to take away the opportunity from the disciple, as long as the disciple does not do anything harmful to the sect, the more strange the disciple, the stronger the strength, and the stronger the sect will naturally be.

Seeing Ying Xuan's somewhat relieved appearance, Zhao Jundao was also a little emotional, he didn't expect this son to progress so quickly, and he still intended to accept him as a disciple at the beginning, but it was cheaper and good.

Following Zhao Jundao all the way, Ying Xuan came to the middle of the Three Thousand Peaks, which was a towering peak, and when he looked up, he could only see the mountainside of the peak.

Because, from the mountainside, the whole mountain peak is hidden in the clouds, and only a white cloud can be seen, and the scenery above the mountainside is completely invisible.

The people of the mountain peaks are like living in the clouds, in the clouds and mist, full of immortal energy.

Ying Xuan looked up at the mountain peak in front of him, his heart was full of yearning, the main peak was undoubtedly the most mysterious place in the entire White Deer Academy, and among the three thousand peaks, the most core existence.

In the past, every time I looked up at the main peak, I would have infinite emotion in my heart, but I didn't expect that today, I was summoned by the main peak and had the opportunity to step into the main peak.

Following Zhao Jundao to the main peak, what greeted him was the extremely rich aura, and between a few breaths, the pure aura was rolling like a tide, which made people instantly refreshed and relaxed.

There are scarce elixirs and treasure medicines planted on the main peak cultivation, and even more, even Ying Xuan can't be named, which is even more extraordinary than the treasure medicine.

It can be seen that the spirit deer, Luan bird, thunder roar, Danhe running around, full of vitality, not afraid of people, seeing Ying Xuan approaching, he didn't care, and he frolicked by himself.

The frolic of the spirit beast and the fragrance of the treasure medicine make De Yingxuan move his tongue, if it is stewed in a pot, it is a rare flesh medicine, a great supplement!

Zhao Jundao was extremely familiar with the curves and bends of the main peak, and led Ying Xuan to walk towards the main peak, his expression became more and more solemn, and he did not dare to gallop between the peaks to show his respect for the power of the Melting Spirit.

Ying Xuan also put away his appetite, and was cautious all the way, following behind Zhao Jundao, but his eyes couldn't help but drip, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

"How wonderful it would be if we could collect all these spirit beast treasures into the Cave Heaven World!"

Ying Xuan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in his heart, thinking about the current Dongtian world, which was poor and sour, in addition to the stolen spiritual liquid in the spirit pool, there was also the medicine field looted in the place where the sword was hidden, compared to the scenery in front of him, it was really poor and sour.

Secretly slandered in his heart, but Ying Xuan's expression did not dare to reveal it, there were a lot of secrets on his body, if he was known by the power of the main peak again, it would be strange if he was not cut off.

"When I meet with the master of the hospital, don't make a mistake. ”

When the two approached the mountainside, Zhao Jundao said lightly to Ying Xuan, in his impression, it is not an exaggeration to describe this son as bold, and he also has a heart of love, for fear that he will make a mistake in front of the power of melting spirits.

"The younger generation obeys the bishop of the temple. ”

Ying Xuan, who was in the fugue, was a little stunned when he suddenly heard Zhao Jundao's words, and then replied respectfully, he could feel a look of concern from Zhao Jundao's words, and Ying Xuan's heart was also a little warm.

After the two stepped halfway up the mountain, Ying Xuan only felt that the oncoming aura was more pure and rich, it could be said that it would drown people, and the limbs and pores around him were all dilated, as if they could breathe, greedily inhaling the aura between heaven and earth.

Even Ying Xuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, only to feel that the rolling aura turned into spiritual power, reaching the dantian, and there was a burst of warmth all over his body.

"This aura..."

Ying Xuan's heart was a little shocked, he originally thought that the aura at the foot of the main peak was already extremely rich, and compared to the previous Array Dao Peak, it was already many times better.

But after stepping halfway up the mountain, the aura here is even crazier than at the foot of the mountain, which makes De Ying Xuan can't help but sigh in his heart, even if a mortal cultivates here, even if his qualifications are mediocre and rubbish, he can easily step into a cultivator.

Because of living here all the year round, the limbs and bones of the body must have undergone the baptism of aura, and it has become a luxury to become mediocre.

It is worthy of being the residence of the great power of the soul, and the aura of this place alone makes Ying Xuan a little shocked.

Ying Xuan finally understood why, halfway up the mountain, the entire mountain peak seemed to be hidden in the clouds, full of ethereal feelings.

Because, this is not a cloud, but an extremely dense aura, which leads to the illusion of being hidden in the clouds.

The scenery behind the mountainside made De Yingxuan a little puzzled, because this place was too ordinary, there were no treasure medicines, no spirit beasts, and no groups of palaces and pavilions.

The place where Zhao Jundao took himself turned out to be grass reeds, a simple thatched hut made of thatch, no matter how ordinary, just like an ordinary cropper, there was a stone platform in front of the thatched house, and at this time there was a bald old man, who was sitting in front of the stone platform.

Although the old man is bald, he is kind and kind, with a fierce evil, these two temperaments are concentrated in one person, but there is no contradiction in the slightest.

Between good and evil, good thoughts, Ke Ze was born, evil thoughts, can ambush millions of corpses, in front of Ying Xuan, it seems that such a scene has appeared, and his heart is shocked.

At this time, the old man didn't seem to notice that someone was approaching, and when Ying Xuan and Zhao Jundao approached, Ying Xuan looked up and found that there were vertical and horizontal ravines running through the stone platform.

The ravines and ravines are vertical and horizontal, seemingly chaotic, dizzying, and the mind can't help but sink into it, and it seems to be row upon row, as if there is some kind of law, and a certain Tao rhyme is hidden in it.

It looks like a chessboard.

At this time, the old man held the white piece in his left hand and the black son in his right hand, his face seemed to fall into a deep contemplative color, sometimes the chess pieces fell and fell, the speed was fast, the chess pieces were pressed, sometimes he meditated hard, he couldn't help frowning and thinking, only slowly and slightly melancholy, lightly repeating the chess pieces.

Ying Xuan watched interestingly, the old man was actually playing chess with himself, and he couldn't help but look at the chess pieces on the chessboard and follow the old man's thinking.

Zhao Jundao saw that the old man was playing chess, and he didn't speak, he stood quietly beside him, without any distractions, and when he found that Ying Xuan straightened his neck and stared at the old man's chessboard, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a little sadistic.

Ying Xuan's mind quietly, unconsciously, was already attracted by the chessboard, and his whole mind fell into it.

In Ying Xuan's mind, that Baizi seemed to be a kind and weak scholar, while Heizi was a vicious mountain bandit.

The sunspot is aggressive, fierce and vicious, pressing towards Baizi step by step, intending to crush his bones and scatter ashes, without giving in, while Baizi is carefully persuaded to lead Kuroko into the right path, with the intention of sacrificing the ego and fulfilling the great thousand.

The constant collision between the white and the black is constantly confronting, and at this time it is obvious that the black son has the upper hand, and the white child is a little stubborn.

Ying Xuan was already fascinated by it, and pictures flashed in his mind, he had gone all the way, experienced more than ten years, and scenes of good and evil appeared in his mind.

When he was young, he made a living by chopping firewood in Fushou Mountain, and when he encountered an injured rabbit, he would help him bandage it and let it go.

But when you meet a live rabbit, you will hunt it and wrap it in your belly for the sake of appetite, I have to say that people are complicated, and when you meet a poor weakling, you can always inspire good thoughts in your heart.

When I grew up, I wandered into the market, and although my life was hard, I didn't do anything evil, and of course, I didn't do any good things.

When he was practicing, he was always persecuted by others, and Ying Xuan couldn't help but make a move, and he never bullied the weak.

It can be said that for more than ten years, Ying Xuan is neither good nor evil, although he has never bullied the weak, but he is the master of flaws.

Ying Xuan looked at the chessboard with an obsessive expression, but his thoughts were constantly in a fugue, thinking back to all kinds of good and evil for more than ten years, and the thoughts of good and evil in his heart seemed to come one after another, disturbing his thoughts.

Good thoughts are constantly persuading Ying Xuan to be good, with a bitter heart and a compassionate appearance, which makes people feel compassionate.

Evil thoughts reveal an evil and ghostly smile, believing that between heaven and earth, everything is respected by me, and everything in the world needs to obey its orders, no matter good or evil, strong or weak, they can be determined by one thought, life and death.

The good thoughts in the heart are like the white son in the hands of the old man, constantly resisting, and the evil thoughts in the heart are like the black in the hands of the old man.

On the chessboard, the white sons have been surrounded by patches of sunspots, and some have been eaten, and the sunspots have already gained the upper hand and are further surrounded by the whites.

It didn't take long for Ying Xuan's eyes to begin to have an evil color, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which looked a little bloodthirsty and oozing.

This has never had such an expression on Ying Xuan's face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth is full of evil meaning.

Zhao Jundao saw the look on Ying Xuan's face on the side, and immediately sighed in his heart, and there was a sense of loss on the surface, he knew that the old man next to the chessboard would never look at Ying Xuan again.

Although Ying Xuan's face was a little struggling at the beginning, the two thoughts of good and evil were equal, but he was deliberately teased by the chessboard, good and evil were only between one thought, and the evil thoughts in Ying Xuan's heart had already gained the upper hand, and the corners of his mouth would reveal such a look.

Perhaps, it is also related to the anger in this son's heart, too many strong enemies, too many enemies, so that Ying Xuan is a little overwhelmed in his heart, and he can only kill to stop killing.

The chess pieces in the old man's hand are changing faster and faster, and every time the white son has to think for a long time before he hesitates to fall, but when the white piece falls, the black son is forced to come up without thinking, making the evil smile on the corner of Ying Xuan's mouth more and more bloodthirsty.

The corners of Zhao Jundao's mouth couldn't help but have a wry smile, looking at Ying Xuan, he seemed to be a little unbearable, and wanted to interrupt, but he didn't know where to start.

He knew in his heart that the old man in front of him not only had the intention of testing, but perhaps, there was also a hint of lesson.

When Ying Xuan's gaze began to become sluggish, he began to become confused, and his mind seemed to be immersed in the chessboard, only the evil arc at the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

In Ying Xuan's heart, there was a sudden powerful beat, and a burst of enlightenment suddenly poured into his mind, which shocked Ying Xuan's heart, with a look of shock in his eyes.

The chessboard in front of him is not a chessboard, but a formation, and it is not an immutable formation.

As long as the eyes touch the chessboard, you will be attracted involuntarily, falling into the struggle between good and evil thoughts, even if the good thoughts in someone's heart overpower the evil thoughts, they will also be induced by the old man's black and white sons, and gradually step by step towards the dark abyss.

The beating in Ying Xuan's heart and the realization in his mind were nothing else, it was the heart of the formation path that he comprehended, which made him know the mystery of the chessboard in front of him at a critical moment.

When Ying Xuan regained his clarity, he suddenly looked at his nose and nose, his nose and his heart, and his heart was distracted.

"Ling Feng doesn't complain about losing!"

The old man put down the chess pieces in his hand, sighed softly, and said slowly, his voice was ethereal, as delicate as rain and dew moistening the earth, and as powerful as thunder.