The warm sun in early spring is blowing, the north is far from warming up as fast as the south, the temperature difference between morning and evening is large, the morning breeze is slightly cold in Chenzhuang Town, dozens of miles away from Qingzhou in the northeast of Qingguo, and the people of the rivers and lakes from all over the world gather in the fog of the Egret Temple, even if they are as strong as the great master, they are also weak, the more eager they are, the easier it is to be confused by the illusion and troubled by the fog.

From time to time, there are fights in the depths of the thick white mist, and the people of the rivers and lakes who can come here have proved that their strength is not bad.

"Po~"

When there were black and white ripples like water waves in the depths, more than ten great masters almost simultaneously raised their heads and stopped, looking into the depths through the vast white mist, each showing a different expression.

Yelu Xiao, the great master of the Khitan, stroked his silver-bearded goatee, his unold face flashed a trace of melancholy, and muttered: "It's really fate!" ”

He looked up at the black and white ripples spreading in the mist, and remembered the scene of himself wearing a beast jacket to climb the steps sixty years ago when he was still a shepherd boy, at that time he was ignorant and ignorant, and thought that he had found a fairy fate and could ascend to the heavenly realm along the stone steps, so he patronized and accelerated his pace, but he did not understand the three hundred and sixty steps under his feet, and the three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces imply three hundred and sixty-one dragon veins.

He was annoyed for half his life, so he decided to come to Qingguo to grab an opportunity, but in the end, this opportunity was ultimately lost.

He was unwilling, and after a brief pause, he quickly stepped deeper, his eyes flashing with a hint of forcible determination.

On the other side of the fog, the scarety and bald Emperor Li Dezong of the Western Xia did not say a word, and in the depths of the fog, he shook his gorgeous sleeve robe and turned his head back, he has rarely gone out of the rivers and lakes, this time it is with the mentality of trying, to see if he can find the opportunity of the land fairy realm through the Egret Temple, and he has not had a high expectation, and now he has no chance with it, and the gap in his heart is not big.

His steps were quick, and in almost three or two steps came out of the fog that had plagued him for hours.

Several great masters have come out outside, among which the two great masters of Confucianism and Buddha in Qingguo Temple are the first to come out, and the young man who is similar to Song Maoling, the sixth prince, stands between the two, and the two great masters of the temple sometimes talk respectfully to him, and the sharp-eyed people naturally see that the young man's identity is extraordinary.

The old heavenly master is still in the depths of the thick fog, he is guarding the Tianjiao of the younger generation of Qingguo, in order to prevent being strangled by others, the Confucian master outside responds to the loser of the Yuanyi National Teacher, and greets the rest of the great masters by the way.

The three of them can be said to have a clear division of labor, and after a while, the old lady of Jiangnan who was dressed in a Confucian shirt also came out of the fog, and he shook his wide Confucian sleeves and sighed faintly: "I'm old, and even I have a chance to take a fancy to this old bone!" Either way, no matter what. ”

He walked very naturally to the two Confucian and Buddhist masters in the Qingguo temple, and the Confucian master Mu Deqing greeted him, both of them were Confucian and Taoist sages, and they had their own common topics.

However, Mu Deqing and the three of them were chatting about the current situation, if the three of them shot at the same time, they were ninety percent sure that they would leave this two-surnamed slave Li Dezong, provided that no other Jianghu people intervened, so the three eyes were testing back and forth between the remaining great masters, and Li Dezong was aware of it, so he retreated cautiously.

In the depths of the mist, there were several great masters who wanted to make a last fight, and rushed towards the direction of the Egret Temple with all their frenzies, but they didn't know who climbed the steps.

However, the environment here is not what people want, the more chaotic the heart, the easier it is to lose their way, including the great master is no exception, in the fog for a few hours, you can't move an inch, and even gradually drift away, but fortunately, you can correct the direction through the wave-like black and white ripples, so as not to deviate to the outrageous extent.

At the same time, Zhao Zhengli and "Gao Meimei" have stepped on more than 100 stone steps, and finally figured out the magic of each chess piece, which contains the dragon vein aura comparable to a big chance, as long as a little operation of the true qi traction, so that the dragon veins in the chess pieces are coherently washed between the acupuncture points, the points are connected into a line, and the line covers the surface, this method is better than the panacea of washing tendons and cutting the marrow.

You must know that every chess piece is changed by the dragon vein, which means that there are three hundred and sixty-one dragon veins, when Zhao Zheng stood in the Emei Cave of Mount Emei in Shudi, he also realized an Emei dragon vein, and barely realized the spirit of Lingxiu, although the Emei Cave is a blessed land, there is a fairy rhyme born, but there are three hundred and sixty-one dragon veins here, and it can't compare to that wisp of fairy energy?

Such a big opportunity, the two of them almost wasted, the remaining more than 200 steps of the two walked extremely dignified, very calm, very light, all the way without any language communication, each closed their eyes and carefully comprehended the dragon vein chess pieces on the acupoints, with their own true qi to pull them to communicate with each other, hundreds of acupoints for the chessboard, the dragon qi through, the Tao rhyme.

The in-depth and meticulous Zhao Zhengli paused, he found that the chess pieces that met in black and white could not go, similar to the chessboard of the nineteenth road, one fell and gave birth to four qi, the same color was connected into qi, and the different color was cut off, and now there were more than 100 black and white chess pieces on the body in chaos, the dragon veins were intermittent, and there was a faint desire to be connected into a potential suction.

Zhao Zhengli tried to move the chess piece, but found that he couldn't move a single bit, so he took a step up, and a chess piece flew at the end.

"Poof"

A son fell, the white son of the three acupuncture points was connected, and the three dragon veins in his body grew strong in an instant, and the powerful fluctuations disturbed the "Gao Beauty" of Dali opened his eyes and looked sideways, and looked at the handsome Taoist priest in a daze.

"Whew"

The next moment, an uncontrollable manipulation of a black seed landed on the front end of the three white seeds, cutting off the remaining connection direction of the white seeds.

Zhao Zhengli took another step forward decisively, forcibly endured the invisible force to hit his heart, and followed the flying white seeds to steadily pinch the sunspots left and right, budgeting to prepare for the eye grapes, and the sunspots were not surprised to be side by side, extending the survival of "qi".

Is this an air game?

Use the dragon vein as a chess piece, and the body acupuncture points as a chessboard game? It's a big deal, and who are you playing against?

Zhao Zhengli looked up at the end of the stone steps and felt a trace of worry, after all, he was playing chess on himself, and he was somewhat afraid of the unknown.

What happens if you win? What will be the consequences of losing?

After a little thought, "Gao Meimei" understood the law and played the game in a similar way.

At this time, the two have stepped on more than 260 stone steps, and the black and white chess pieces on their bodies have also been pasted with more than 260 pieces, and the two-color chess pieces have gradually formed a strangulation trend.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

Big opportunities often come with big risks.

The two of them are like immortals who are stunned every day, constantly climbing, the ripples of black and white qi are getting thicker and thicker, and the spread is getting farther and farther, leaving two mysterious backs for hundreds of people in the fog, and many people begin to choose to give up and leave the misty place in frustration.

At this point, the fog is a little lighter, and you can faintly see the blurred scenery around the cliff, a messy mountain road, a meandering stream, and bloodstained corpses, adding a bit of solemnity to the mysterious heron temple.

Due to the light fog, the great masters found the bottom of the cliff in an instant, but the original temple on the cliff has risen to mid-air at this moment, covered by the morning mist, and under the light of the early sun, it is like a solemn black Genting Immortal Palace, and the steps that Zhao Zhengli and "Gao Meili" walked have also disappeared, and the two of them have not yet reached a height of hundreds of meters.

Khitan Great Master Yelu Xiao waved his palm and shouted: "Stay!" ”

"Boom"

The Great Grandmaster slapped angrily, shaking the heavens and the earth, resonating with the surrounding avenues, and the palm power was even more terrifying under the blessing of the avenues, this palm directly caused the air to explode and twist, reaching hundreds of meters in the air in an instant.

However, such a terrifying palm force was like hitting cotton, and there was no expected destruction and decay to break the steps, let alone disturb the two figures that were constantly climbing on the steps.

The abbot of Northern Shaolin Huicong and other great grandmasters thought that the strength of one person alone was not good, so they didn't care who was from which country and who had enmity with whom, the black heron temple in front of them was the common goal of everyone, without any discussion, the three or five great grandmasters of various countries understood in their eyes, and they stepped up the stairs in mid-air together, and the two of them hit a devastating blow.

"Boom!"

Several great grandmasters struck together, like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder going up against the sky, and the terrifying Dao rhyme resonated deafeningly.

"Stop!"

At the same time, the three saints of Qingguo Temple and the old master of Jiangnan shouted together to stop it, because several people counted the number of people and found that Zhao Zhengli was nowhere to be seen, and the corpses everywhere were also without him, and then looked up at the two figures blurred in the air, one was a woman in a white dress, and the other was a tall man, according to Zhao Zhengli's eight-foot physique, assuming that it was most possible......

Therefore, several great masters stopped it at the first time, but it was still one step too late, and the world-destroying blow was already going against the sky.

"Buzz"

The devastating blow of destruction disappeared visibly like a mud cow entering the sea, as if it was swallowed by something invisible, just when everyone thought it had completely disappeared, the next second, a shocking thunder suddenly appeared out of thin air, and it was just a few great grandmasters who had just joined forces to strike that palm towards the Egret Temple.

The sudden change made the great masters below panic and quickly retreat.

"Boom"

The original anti-air and upward world-destroying blow was rebounded back, and landed in the position of several great grandmasters, directly the mountains and rocks exploded, and the grass and trees turned into ashes in an instant, even if the great grandmaster flashed back in time, he was still shocked by the powerful shock wave and flew upside down, if it was a few seconds slower, it would turn into ashes and be a few great grandmasters.

There are a few people in the rivers and lakes who are the most innocent, they are not as high as the realm of the great grandmaster, and they are not as fast as the other party, they were bombed and shattered on the spot, and they didn't even have time to shout.

"Ahh You can't live if you do your own evil! ”

"Run for your life!"

The people in the rivers and lakes in the distance were dumbfounded, and they also retreated quickly, this is a joint blow of several great grandmasters, usually one person's strength can open mountains and rivers, and match thousands of armies, who dares to joke with their lives?

Hundreds of zhang away, the people of the rivers and lakes of various countries were embarrassed to stabilize their figures, looking back at the barren mountains under the cliffs, hundreds of meters of huge craters appeared, and the cracks extended dozens of zhang, like a crater.

Hundreds of faces are the aftermath of the catastrophe, and the great masters who were originally high above were also terrified, and the abbot of Northern Shaolin Huicong did not retreat in time, and he was even shocked to bleed from his mouth and nose, and the expensive and gorgeous exquisite robe on his body was torn in half by the shock wave.

The Khitan master Yelu Xiao ran fast and barely escaped this catastrophe, and the rest were more embarrassed than him and more decent than the abbot of Huicong.

The culprit of the great grandmaster caused public outrage, was questioned by the rest, the situation between the two sides became more and more tense, plus Qingguo and Khitan, Tubo has always been at odds, before the great grandmaster made a move, the people of the rivers and lakes below began to fight.

"Amitabha! After all, all the laws are extinguished, and I cannot obtain all the laws; Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

The chaotic people of various countries were washed by the impact of the Buddha sound, and their hearts were inexplicably pure and calm, even the great grandmaster was shocked, it was difficult for them to be disturbed by the outside world at this level, and at this moment they were obviously affected by the Buddha sound.

All of them looked towards the end, and an old monk in a robe slowly walked into the air, seemingly extremely slow, but in fact as fast as lightning, a few feet in one step, in an instant.

The loose monk's robe wrapped more than six feet of his body, the old monk is very thin, but very energetic.

The few remaining Jianghu people in Dali hurriedly greeted and saluted: "Great Abbot!" ”

"Dali Chong'en Law Temple, the abbot of the Eight Great Protectors, the old Zen master of Jueyu?"

The great masters also recognized people, and they were all shocked why this old abbot who was guarding the Dali Kingdom arrived so late?

Abbot Jueyu calmly performed the Buddha salute with one hand and said: "It is the old man, all thoughts are born from the heart, and all evil arises from the heart, bothering you!" ”

Then he lifted his old face and looked up at the black heron temple that was about to step into the black temple.

His arrival made the people of the rivers and lakes who were originally fighting, as well as the great masters who were swords-rattling, temporarily stop their hands and follow the gaze of the abbot of Jueyu to concentrate on the half-empty Egret Temple.