A spider web fell on the eaves of the white tower, draped on the top of the old monk's head, almost completely covered, the old monk closed his eyes, his expression was still calm, two silver eyebrows fluttered lightly in the wind, and the spider silk in front of him touched lightly, as if it was two pieces of silk in the web, if you don't look carefully, you can't distinguish at all.

Although the old monk closed his eyes, he gave people a feeling that his gaze was still in the world, falling on the seemingly ordinary chessboard in front of him, and he had never left for a moment.

The old monk is naturally the first to preach in the Hanging Temple.

Since Ning Que and Sang Sang entered the chessboard, he has never left the chessboard, watching the changes of spring leaves, summer flowers, autumn fruits and winter snow in the mountains, listening to the morning bell and dusk drums in the temple, letting the wind and rain blow, and always being silent.

Jun Mo came to the cliff, glanced at the senior brother under the pear tree, did not have time to make noise, nor did he speak to the old monk, he walked directly to the old monk, raised the iron sword in his hand and slashed over.

The wide iron sword slashed heavily on the chessboard, making a deafening loud noise, and countless smoke and dust splashed on the cliff floor, and then when the smoke and dust cleared, the chessboard still lay quietly in front of the old monk's knees.

There were no traces left on the surface of the chessboard, not even a tremble.

With Jun Mo's powerful cultivation realm, this iron sword swung with all his strength is only afraid that it will be able to cut off a stone mountain, but it can't shake the chessboard in the slightest!

The chessboard withstood the power of the iron sword, but the cliff flat was a little unbearable, with a clear breaking sound, several cracks appeared on the cliff flat surface, the darkness in the crack did not know how deep, I was afraid that it would go deep into the mountain within hundreds of zhang, these cracks spread towards the cliff side, and finally broke the cliff wall under the pear tree.

Years ago, the chessboard splashed with water and turned into several large waterfalls. Although its water had no source and no roots, it continued to flow towards the bottom of the cliff, until at this time, it was finally cut off by Jun Mo's sword.

A sword can break a waterfall, but it can't break a chessboard.

Jun Mo looked at the first seat behind the chessboard and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

The first one still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't know the existence of this iron sword, but his hands didn't know when he landed on the chessboard, the King Kong of the previous chessboard was not bad, or was it his means?

Jun Mo couldn't be sure. He didn't need to be sure, he raised the iron sword in his hand and slashed in front of him again, only this time. He didn't cut the chessboard, but the first one.

The wind came before the sword fell, and the iron sword easily tore through the seemingly troublesome cobwebs, and then landed on top of the head, between the solemn scars.

The iron sword is very thick, and the top of the head of the first seat of the sermon is very round, so Jun Mo's behavior doesn't look like he is slashing people with a sword, but more like he is knocking with a stick, which is a stick.

Another extremely loud crash sounded. The cold wind was blowing on the cliff flat. The pear trees swayed, and a lot of rubble kept rolling down the cracks, but they didn't know when they would fill up.

The first seat closed his eyes, and his expression was still quiet, but his silver eyebrows fluttered a little wildly. Like a robe on a clothesline in the wind, it's hard to guess where the sleeves and hems will go.

The iron sword didn't leave any marks on the top of his head, let alone the wounds, and he didn't bleed.

The first one is cultivated to the flesh and becomes a Buddha. The body and mind are not bad, for him, Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows were like straws, and Jun Mo's iron sword was just a wooden stick.

It's just that he's suddenly shorter.

The reason why he was shorter was because his body sank into the surface of the cliff, and he still sat cross-legged, only a few inches down, but he was still smashed into it by the iron sword.

Jun Mo still didn't speak, raised the iron sword in his hand, and prepared to continue chopping.

At this moment, the cliff wind was slightly chaotic, and the senior brother came to his side.

It's side by side.

Jun Mo withdrew the iron sword, because the senior brother was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

The elder brother took the wooden stick, walked to the first seat, and knocked it down.

His movements were a little slow, and the stick seemed to hit very lightly, but when the stick landed on top of the head, there was a sound that was more terrifying than the previous slashing of Jun Mo's iron sword.

With a bang, countless cracks appeared on the white tower behind the first one, which looked like the previous cobweb, and the copper bells hanging on the eaves sounded crisply and chaotically, and then exploded to smithereens.

The first seat still had his eyes closed, his silver eyebrows fluttering more and more chaotic, his face became slightly pale, and his body sank into the cliff flat half a foot deep.

Although it fell, the first one was still not really injured, and the chessboard in his hand sank deeper into the cliff and became stronger, and the senior brother sighed: "I still can't smash it." ”

Jun Mo raised his iron sword and said, "Keep smashing." ”

At this moment, there was a fresh breeze between the cliffs, and the aroma of wine was slightly overflowing.

The drunkard came to the room and watched the elder brother remain silent.

Jun Mo glanced back at him and said, "You want to stop us?"

The drunkard said, "I don't want to fight hard. ”

The sophomore of the academy was present at the same time, even he had to fight hard, but the senior brother felt a little puzzled and asked, "Aren't you worried that we will snatch the chessboard?"

The drunkard said: "The first King Kong is not bad, even if I bring the butcher here, I may not be able to smash him open, and you can't do it, so what do I have to worry about?"

Jun Mo didn't say anything more, turned around and swung his iron sword, slashing at the top of Shouzao's head again.

Another bang!

The cracks on the white tower are deeper, the cracks between the cliffs are also deeper, and there are also many cracks on the stone walls in the cliff caves, and the whole world seems to be about to collapse.

But the first one remains the same.

"Senior brother, it's your turn. ”

Jun Mo retreated and gave up his position to Senior Brother.

Looking at the chessboard that had completely sunk into the cliff floor, the senior brother thought for a while and said, "Don't smash it." ”

The drunkard smiled.

Jun Mo frowned slightly.

The senior brother looked at him and smiled and said, "You pry it." ”

Jun Mo suddenly remembered a past incident in the mountain behind the academy many years ago.

At that time, he and his senior brother had just started, and they were still very young, and they were ordered by the master to renovate the mountain road in the back mountain, and encountered a rock that had collapsed from a cliff, which was very obstructive.

When he was a child, Jun Mo was more proud, more confident, and more stubborn than now, he held a mountain axe and kept smashing at the big rock, for three days and three nights.

In the end, he was bleeding from his mouth and his body was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift the axe, but only a very small part of the rock was smashed.

When he smashed the stone, the senior brother didn't do anything, just watched from the side, he knew that the senior brother was a little weak, but in the end, he was still a little angry because he was angry and helpless.

If he was angry again, Jun Mo would not accuse his senior brother, let alone speak ill of him, so he felt very wronged, and he didn't know why, so he cried like this.

The senior brother looked at the boulder for a long time, and when he found that Xiao Junmo was crying, he looked at him for a long time, and then he didn't say anything and left like this.

Senior brother left so ruthlessly and unjustly, Jun Mo naturally wouldn't cry anymore, who would he cry to? He washed his face with the cold stream water, recovered some of his spirits, picked up the axe again, and prepared to continue smashing.

At this time, the senior brother walked back again, holding a dozen tough big bamboos in his arms, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he dragged these bamboos down, which made him very hard.

The senior brother stuffed those bamboos into the gap between the rock and the cliff wall, calculated through guò, confirmed that it was accurate, and then called Jun Mo to his side and said, "You pry it." ”

Jun Mo has always listened to his senior brother's words, although at that time, he didn't understand what his senior brother was going to do and what was the use of those bamboos, but he still pry those bamboos according to his words.

The huge rock was smashed by the mountain axe for three days and three nights, but it was not smashed, and then when Jun Mo went to pry, he found that the rock was quickly loosened, and then rolled down the mountain road, becoming a scenery in the mountain stream.

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Many years have passed since that incident, Jun Mo still listens to his senior brother's words, since his senior brother asked him to pry, he will pry, he walked to the first seat and inserted the iron sword into it.

The iron sword was not between the body of the first seat and the cliff, but pierced into the edge of the chessboard.

The drunkard's face changed slightly.

Jun Mo swung the iron sword and pried it.

The vitality of heaven and earth on the cliff is in chaos, the wind is howling, and the stones on the surface of the white tower are peeling off, constantly smashing on the head of the first one, splashing countless smoke and dust.

The first one is still standing still, and the chessboard is still in the cliff.

The tip of the iron sword bears an unimaginable weight, and that is a real mountain.

Jun Mo wants to pry this mountain up.

A clear whistle burst out from his lips, as bright as a phoenix, and as bright as a landslide.

The flask on the drunkard's waist floated slightly.

The elder brother stood in front of him with his back to him.

In the clear whistle, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand bent slightly, and then straightened again.

His sword is always straight, and no mountain can bend it.

Between the bends, there is unimaginable power.

The chessboard was finally pried up and slowly rose towards the ground!

The first silver eyebrows fluttered, and his hands suddenly flipped and pressed on the chessboard.

The mountain fell again on the chessboard.

Jun Mo screamed suddenly, and shouted like thunder: "Get up!"

The cliffs are in turmoil, the pear trees are shaking, the green leaves are falling like rain, and the chessboard is up!

The first hand is on the chessboard, and then rises, still sitting cross-legged.

The iron sword was strong, but the chessboard and the first one were as heavy as a giant peak, and even if they were raised, they could only pry up a small gap, which was thinner than a hair, and no matter how small an ant could climb into.

But that's enough.

If there is a gap, it means that the chessboard and the mountain have been separated.

The chessboard is separated from the mountain peak, not from the hand of the first seat.

Next, it's the matter of the elder brother.

His hand, at some point, had fallen to the shoulders of the first seat.

Between the cliffs, the air flow dispersed, emitting a buzzing sound, like a bell and a chime.

Before the White Tower, only Jun Mo stood with an iron sword.

The elder brother and the first seat, as well as the chessboard, have all disappeared without a trace.

Where did they go?

They went to heaven.

Although the giant peak is majestic and tall, it can be called the first peak in the world, but because it is deep underground, if you look at it from the surface, the peak is only a short section higher than the wasteland.

The sky is much higher than the peak.

There were white clouds floating in the blue sky, and two people appeared in the white clouds.

The elder brother let go of his hand.

The first one broke through the clouds and fell towards the ground.

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(First update.) ）