Emperor Qianji knew very little about the Nightmare Killer, and now that the seal was broken, the Nightmare Killer Blood in his body suddenly awakened, even if he was as powerful as him, he could only suppress it temporarily.

"Hehehe--" Suddenly, a few sneers came, only to see that it was the Saint Venerable King who was covered in blood and stood up with a sneer, a pair of evil obsidian eyes, cold fell on Emperor Qianji's body, "Back then, it was Emperor Wuxian who personally sealed half of the Nightmare Killer in your body, Your Highness the Prince of the World, the taste of being controlled by the Nightmare, is it okay?" Do you hate? The person who harmed your life is the emperor innocent, hurry, now is a good time for you to take revenge, kill him, kill this person who has harmed your life! ”

"You're pretty noisy!" Emperor Qian didn't speak, but Huang Qing was angry, what kind of Saint Venerable King, in her opinion, was like a madman with a split personality!

Those obsidian eyes are really a little similar to when she was looking for a killing!

"What kind of thing are you, a human race, and you dare to speak to the deity like this!" The Holy Venerable King stared at Huang lightly indifferently, "The deity wants to see how he will kill you when the nightmare killing blood in his body awakens again!" ”

In the palace of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, the Heavenly Wolf King also raised his head and stared at the scene in the void.

What he feared most was that the seal on the Shizi's body would be broken and the blood of the Nightmare would awaken.

Is all this a ploy of the Holy One?

He hated him to this point--

First Lian Che, and then Shizi, he really has to suffer for a lifetime.

Everything is just the evil cause he planted back then, which led to today's evil results.

I can't help but think back to years ago.

Under the peach blossom tree, the petals were flying, and at that time, he was still a teenager.

Dressed in a black robe, sitting at the stone table, the black and white chess pieces were lying quietly on the chessboard on the stone table, and he had not moved a single child for three days.

Back then, Mo Chen was also such a handsome young man--

"This game of chess is already a dead end, why do you still meditate?" He was dressed in white and picturesque, and his eyes were as bright and clean as obsidian, which was reflected in his eyes.

The emperor never thought that there would be such a clean boy in the world, who was not stained with a single piece of dust, his black hair was slightly curly, and he only curled up with a ribbon at will.

Under the peach blossoms, Mo Chen smiled slightly, and the corners of his lips were a hint of evil amplitude, just this glance, but it almost made the emperor fall unconsciously.

The emperor looked at him for a long time before he said, "The chess game is not dead, but it is not yet a way to survive-"

Mo Chen walked slowly towards him, standing under the peach blossom tree, his obsidian-like eyes falling on his chessboard.

The fragrant breeze floated slightly, the peach blossoms were flying, and a few pink peach blossoms gently landed on his slightly thin shoulders, but the slender fingers gently moved a sunspot on the chessboard.

The pitch-black chess pieces and the slender fingers are together, but the picture looks so beautiful!

On the chessboard, in an instant, it is a way to live!

The emperor was shocked, he couldn't help but look at him twice, he meditated hard for three days about the death, but was unraveled by this young man, a son--

"Didn't you say it's a dead end?" He chuckled, and his purple eyes fell on the boy.

"You are the authority, so you naturally see the dead end, but I am a bystander, but I see a glimmer of life." Mo Chen smiled lightly, his delicate face revealed a few traces of evil charm.

The emperor stretched out his hand, and a white son fell again, "I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't understand this chess game, but you broke the mortal game with one son-"