The towering Tianshan Mountains, the snow peaks are inserted into the clouds, and the height is not known to be many thousands.

The eternal frost wind blew, rolling up the snow and dust, and from time to time there were huge ice blocks from the ice cliff to crack, rumbling endlessly, bringing up frost all the way, and resting for a long time.

On the top of the peak, there is a stone platform, carved chessboard, two men sit opposite each other.

The bearer of the sunspot is a white-clothed scribe, with skin as clear as ice and snow, a clear face, and a lingering breath in his body. And the person holding the white son, on the contrary, is dressed in a black robe, and his body is like a bronze pouring, which is peerless, and there is a long branch hanging obliquely behind him, pointing directly to the sky.

After thinking for a while, the white-clothed scribe fell first to the sunspot and occupied Tianyuan, and actually started from the middle of the chessboard.

The sunspot fell, under the foot of the mountain, it exploded violently, and under the pressure of the snow layer, it was densely packed, all of them were huge corpses piled up, multi-headed dragon beasts, divine phoenixes with broken wings, and humanoid creatures that were more than 100 feet tall, some still had broken bodies, and some were only huge corpses.

Bright red blood poured out of the bones, and in an instant, a small sea of blood formed at the foot of the mountain.

The black-clothed warrior did not hesitate to follow up with the fall.

The north wind howled, and the roar of the mountains returned. Another snow-capped peak exploded, and under it was a towering palace, but it was already broken in the flames of war, and a huge battle flag dozens of feet high was torn off, stained with blood, frozen by the cold, and condensed into bright red icicles in a decadent manner.

The two fell like the wind, playing against each other, and the entire snow-capped mountain burst out endlessly.

If you look down from the sky, this snow-capped mountain area is also like a square chessboard, and the white son corresponds to the ruined walled palace, and the continuous corpse bones, and the sunspot corresponds to the sea of blood that still flows under the extreme cold!

However, as time passed, the two of them gradually slowed down, but let the ice sea below roar and the blood tide surged, they were as calm as a mountain, and their clothes did not move.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult!" the white-clothed scribe sighed and fell into a long exam.

"You and I are the last tribulation, nine thousand years later, the heavens are shrinking, and the vitality is exhausted, it is the calamity after the calamity, but the void of this world, but it involves the reality of all worlds, how to stop the calamity after the calamity?" The black-clothed warrior also sighed, but in the purple pupils, the divine light became more and more dazzling.

"That's it! How are you arranging the seal on the east side?" The white-clothed scribe fell with difficulty, and for a while, above the sky, the clouds were rolling, and the murderous aura was surging, as if hundreds of millions of years had passed in the snap of a finger!

"To use an old saying – the past has been lost in the torrent of history, and the future is still unclear. The black-clothed warrior said lightly, hesitated for a moment, and also fell into the white sky.

"In response to the mandate of heaven, do our best, you and I can only do this. The white-clothed scribe looked at the sky and said: "The middle plate is over, let's finish!"

The two of them fell into the official, the chessboard was full of chess pieces, and the entire snowy ridge that stretched for thousands of miles had also turned into a sea of corpses and blood, murderous!

"It's another draw. The black-clothed warrior shook his head and said, "After so many deductions, still can't you play any clues......

"No, let's do a round. The white-clothed scribe said, with a flick of his big sleeves, all the chess pieces were blown off, and the black and white fell into the two chess boxes respectively, all of which were not mixed, and in an instant, the sea of corpses and blood was completely eliminated, and the ice and snow re-overlaid this world.

The two of them repeated the previous process in the order in which they had played chess, staring at the chessboard with their eyes, trying to see the evolution of the Ten Thousand Worlds from it.

The black-clothed warrior suddenly had a gleam in his eyes.

He stood up suddenly, pulled up the long song on his back, and raised his head to the sky and roared!

Changge cracked the sky, countless phantoms, flashed behind him, I don't know how many demon kings and demon lords, the scene of the corpse under this Changge, instantly reversed in the sky, the battlefield soldiers, blood stained thousands of miles!

The warrior stabbed down, and the highest peak of the Tianshan Mountains shattered and collapsed with a bang, rolling down the valley, and turning into ten thousand thunders!

"Brother, it's here, it's useless to think about it, just go. The white-clothed scribe said.

The warrior nodded, stepping into the void.

In the firmament, the traces of the two were lost. Year after year, the snow has frozen and covered the sea of bones and blood under this snow-capped mountain again.

Time passes, and no one in later generations knows what happened here, but the operation of luck and the evolution of fixed numbers have long been merged into a new era with the flow of time!