"Smack!"

On the old shogi chessboard, the flying car chess pieces were placed next to the opponent's Guima chess pieces, and a witch wearing a fox mask asked in an ethereal voice: "Just release Fu Lu Shou, what if it is used by the female venerable to summon the next difficulty?" ”

Opposite her, there was a saggy-skinned, senile nun, who slowly moved her chess pieces and said, "Qifu will die, this is fate." ”

The fox mask showed a weird smile and said, "Also, the female venerable made the Seven Blessings for the sake of the Seven Tribulations of this day. ”

"Smack!"

Another son fell.

It was a wooden shrine with nothing but two people playing chess.

However, if one looks down from a higher place, they will find that the next door to this shrine, whether it is east, west, north and south, or the four corners, is all exactly the same shrine, and the same chess player.

This whole area, countless shrines, countless chess players, like a lattice tablecloth, spread out the entire space.

Each board is different, but the nuns on these boards move their pieces at the same time.

"Smack!"

Countless shrine maidens raised their hands at the same time, and smashed the chess pieces again.

……

"Smack!"

The sound of metal hitting came, and Lu Li and Old Man Shou had already exchanged a few moves.

Sure enough, as Lu Li thought, the old man didn't want to fight hard at all.

Baimeng used spiritual attacks, but was cracked by Lu Li again and again.

Obviously, Baimeng will not die for the Seven Lucky Gods.

Baimeng knew that his brother had just died several times in Dongsheng Divine Continent, but he didn't know that Lu Li did it, and thought that it was the hand of Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, so for Lu Li, he thought more about capturing alive than killing him.

Baimeng kept pointing his finger at Lu Li and said, "Female Venerable, make a quick move!" ”

The old man also chimed in: "Yes! Lady Venerable, if you catch this kid, you can threaten Xuanyuan Sword Immortal with him! ”

But the young lady stood motionless in front of the throne, as if petrified and lost in memory.

When Lu Li saw the appearance of the young woman, he knew that this god who had survived from ancient times must be in a bad state, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

He blocked the old man's crutches with a sword, and then shouted: "Shoot!" ”

With a "whoosh", a feathered arrow came from the window, penetrated through the left temple of the old man, pierced his head, pierced through the right side, and finally left sideways on his head.

The body of the arrow stopped, the tail feathers were still trembling, and the old man with white eyebrows and white beard screamed and fell to the ground.

However, in the next second, his body disappeared, and more than ten meters away, the figure of the old man reappeared.

His white eyebrows and beard were shorter, and he obviously had a way to immortalize, but he still had an arrow stuck horizontally in his head, which looked extremely funny.

Seeing that the old man was not dead, Lu Li pointed his sword at Baimeng again and said, "Shoot!" ”

Bymon took a step back, but no arrow came.

Lu Li practiced with Qing Shui Liuli every day, and he knew the interval between Qing Shui Liuli's archery, although now Qing Shui Liuli was already a fourth grade, it was impossible to shoot another arrow again in a short time.

So the second shot was just a pretense to make Baimon retreat.

It was this retreat, and Lu Li had already reached him with a sword.

Whether it is the 72 Pillar Demon God or the Seven Blessing Gods, they all have a mortal enmity with Lu Li, and it is impossible to unravel them, so if he can't kill the old man in the short term, he will decisively turn his head to deal with Baimeng.

Baimon's palm immediately sealed, and it was clear that there was no wind in the hall, but his black trench coat swelled, and then two huge black wings quickly stretched out from behind him.

The feathers on the back of the wings are also black, and only the joints that are not covered by feathers are flesh-colored.

On the entire wings, there are countless red eyes densely packed, and when Lu Li approaches, all the eyes open at the same time, and the gray pupils protrude outward, and the whites of the eyes are covered with blood.

These eyes were staring in one direction at the same time, Lu Li's sword.

Lu Li had seen a similar scene, in Ninghai City, the 49th seat of Crossel had also turned into a monster with wings and eyes, but it was an angel in disguise.

But Bai Meng is different, he is the supreme four pillars, and at his peak, his strength is no different from that of a genuine angel, but in the wear and tear of time, he has exhausted his aura.

Lu Li didn't hold it up, and when his eyes looked at him at the same time, Xuanyuan Er's sword intent had already been stimulated.

Three feet in front of him, gods and demons of the same level cannot enter.

Sure enough, just like the last time Crosel turned into an angel, Baimeng's eyes also came with a grand voice.

"Messiah, Messiah."

"Our Almighty is king, and all the kingdoms of this world are the kingdoms of my lord."

These voices are not attacking with sound waves, but some kind of spiritual pollution, which can make the person who hears this passage unconsciously become a believer in the Almighty in the mouth of Bemon, and even a person with a strong mind will have the idea that he is a pathetic infidel and thus veto everything about himself.

This kind of spiritual pollution cannot be avoided with ordinary spiritual power, and it will have an effect when it is contaminated, and it can only be resisted with perseverance.

But Xuanyuan's sword intent is obviously not in the realm of ordinary spiritual power, Lu Li has pushed Xuanyuan Er's sword intent to the limit, even if these spiritual pollution are substantial, when he encounters Lu Li's three-foot Qingfeng's sword intent, he can't enter it at all.

His figure was like being shrouded in a round ball, and on every inch of the ball, sword intent and language were colliding fiercely.

Bymun's wings flapped, the man floated in mid-air, and the sound continued.

"He is all-knowing and all-powerful, eternal and immortal. He travels through the universe and is the God of God. ”

"When He reigned, all beings were believers, and when He reigned, the gods were heretics."

The voice was loud, and the spiritual pollution was distorted, but it still couldn't get three feet in front of Lu Li.

Lu Li moved forward against his attack like this, Bai Meng should be close to the fifth grade, he is the fourth grade, his strength is not comparable to the other party, but he has Xuanyuan sword intent in his hands, and he has the strongest combat power of Blue Star to teach him personally, the two fight, Lu Li has the upper hand instead, and he has been moving forward.

The young woman still didn't move, and the old man had an arrow stuck in his head, watching from the side, but he didn't make a move.

Lu Li said loudly as he walked: "Your master, I don't know how many years I have been dead, you are a fallen angel, and you are still reporting his name!" ”

Baimeng's beautiful woman's face showed hideousness, and he looked at Lu Li angrily, the eyes on his wings, and the eyeballs were about to burst out.

"He will be King of kings, and let believers be immortal with Him."

"He will be King of kings, and heretics will go to hell forever."

"He is the Lord of all, He is—the King of kings!"

As the last sound fell, the main hall seemed to be shaking, and when it was difficult to get up at the first time, there were earthquakes everywhere in Jingdong City, but the Martial Arts Hall and the Imperial Palace did not shake, and now the Imperial Palace shook under Baimeng's recitation.

Lu Li was finally forced to stop by him, the sword in his hand pointed straight to the sky, and his feet firmly stepped on the ground.

Old Man Shou still didn't make a move, and Lu Li sneered: "Baimeng, look at your teammates, what kind of goods are they!" ”

"Don't sow discord!"

The old man couldn't hang his face, so he came over symbolically, but after taking a few steps, he stopped.

Because, the young woman spoke again.

She said, "Bishamonti is dying. ”

……

On the peach mountain sea, the original god continued to empty the qi, Xuanyuan remembered the past across the sea, her speed has surpassed all human flying instruments, a sonic boom cloud appeared behind her, and when her figure left for a long time, the sound of "boom" came out.

Da Heitian is dead, Bishamen Tian is dying, and on the road ahead of Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, the blocker is invincible.

But Xuanyuan remembered that he did not kill Bishamentian, but beat him to the point where he lost his ability to fight and took him with him.

The strange situation after Da Heitian's death just now alerted her that she would not make wedding dresses for others.

Behind the white primordial god was the pagoda of Bishamentian, who was forced to follow with his eyes wide open.

Suddenly, his eyes closed.

He heard the words of the young woman.

"It's your turn."

Bishamentian nodded, and then, along with the pagoda, the surface began to crack, and countless black points of light reappeared.