Before he finished speaking, the "Liluo" had already said coldly: "It is sinful for immortals to fight against mortals!" ”

Bang!

The red gold flame rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it drowned the dark green robed immortal, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving only a pile of white powder, which turned into flying ash before it landed, leaving not even a trace behind!

"Liluo" Immortal Venerable's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened just now, he looked at the Golden Pupil Immortal Monarch and said, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

The golden-eyed immortal was silent.

He never expected that this Venerable would be so decisive, even if Fang Yuan had followed him for tens of thousands of years, but once he violated the Heavenly Dao, he would definitely die!

Seeing that the golden pupil immortal was silent, "Liluo" immediately spoke: "Leak the immortal machine, be punished!" ”

Bang!

A ball of flames exploded, and the Golden Pupil Immortal was directly burned to ashes!

In the moist and hazy mountains and rivers, there is a lone pine, standing straight on the edge of the cliff, pine needles falling like raindrops on the chessboard.

A cool and relaxing air permeates the air, which is refreshing, but the air on the cliff has become solemn and solid.

The "old" holds a black chess piece, suspended in the air, not moving.

And around him, there are dense figures.

A group of Mahayana powerhouses dressed in various costumes had solemn faces, without any intention of communication, and everyone looked at the chessboard in front of them attentively.

One after another, the glowing chess pieces are quietly arranged between black and white.

At this moment, the "boat" of Jiuzhi Mountain suddenly spoke: "The overall situation has been decided. ”

"Jianshu" also nodded and said approvingly: "So far, there have been no accidents. ”

Chongming Sect's "Fu Poor" said calmly: "It was in this tomb that Zhan Wuji got an immortal path. ”

"This battle has a lot to do with the 'robbery'."

"Perhaps, it was because he met Zhan Wuji, so he didn't die."

"Zhendu" glanced around, his white clothes fluttering, the jewels on his forehead and his eyes flashed with brilliant light at the same time, looking particularly bewitching, and he said loudly: "Now, there are no other races here. ”

"Some things don't have to be hidden."

"In just three days, so many Mahayana powerhouses have died in this game of chess!"

"This is still Zhan Wuji's use of the Eighty-One Heavenly Tribulations as a guide to do this."

"If it was an ordinary chess piece, I am afraid that this game of chess would have been lost a long time ago!"

"The danger of this game of chess is probably not as simple as the big one!"

Hearing this, all the Mahayana ancestors were silent.

There is obviously something wrong with this game of chess in front of you!

With the power of this channel, how could there not be so many Mahayana powerhouses falling!

However, there is also a reason, that is, this immortal path introduction is too cruel.

Zhan Wuji killed so many Mahayana realm powerhouses alone, if Zhan Wuji moved, then what about how many Mahayana people who entered them later?

So, the biggest problem is this game of chess!

The "boat" of Jiuzhi Mountain frowned and said: "In ancient times, there were some terrible games. ”

"However, after eighty-one tribulations, you can fight with the immortals!"

"Even if something happens, it is impossible to die so many Mahayana so quickly."

"This game of chess may be the beginning of a great war in the wilderness!"

As soon as these words came out, on the top of the mountain, the fallen leaves flew, and the Mahayana ancestors fell into silence again.

"Fu Poor" paused, and then said: "Our nine major sects all have some information about the ancient era. ”

"Regarding the events after the Great War of the Ancients, there are more detailed records in the secret library of the sect."

"Only that one, among the nine sects, there is no record of that battle."

"Even our ancestors have only been passed down from generation to generation, and there is no record."

"If this game of chess is really a big battle."

"Even if it is the Nine Great Ancestors, they must unite."

"In that era of crisis, even as the eighty-one heavens, Zhan Wuji, may not be able to retreat in his entirety!"

"Frugal" Guanzhu trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Our Nine Great Divine Sects, there is indeed no record of the beginning of the Ancient War. ”

"However, among the Nine Sects, there are still records of the situation at the beginning of the Ancient War."

"Every time, starting with the War of the Ancients, someone falls."

"So far, no immortal has been able to get transcendence from this game of chess!"

"Of course, apart from the founding patriarch of our nine major sects, no one has ever reached the eighty-one Thunder Tribulation!"

Fu Poor nodded, this is a new chessboard, and with every game of chess, a new chessboard will appear.

Unless this is the case all three times, there is a good chance that the game will change.

In the past, if the Battle of the Flood had begun, everyone would have spent it like this.

Fortunately, this time the Immortal Dao Primer is extremely powerful.

Now, he has the hope of ascending, but this game of chess is too dangerous, and it is very likely to lose!

Just as the nine Ancestors were deliberating, the "old" one was holding a sunspot in his hand and suddenly returned to the chessboard.

Those Mahayana powerhouses were all looking at the chessboard with their eyes shining.

Da!

A crisp voice sounded, and a white chess piece was instantly sucked away from the aura and disappeared from the chessboard.

The Mahayana ancestors of the nine major sects, their faces became ugly.

But judging from the current situation, the fall of a Mahayana monk is not a bad thing.

As soon as he thought of this, the eyes of the "Eternal Annihilation" reincarnation tower said calmly: "This time it is a false path. ”

When Su Zhentian's "Mo Rose" heard this, he immediately stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and said lightly: "I'll give it a try." ”

The other four major sects remained silent, and no one raised any objections.

"Mo Rose" brocade skirt spun, walked to the chessboard, she reached out and picked up a white chess piece from the chessboard, and placed it on the empty seat of the chessboard.

Da!

As a chess piece fell, the beautiful figure also dissipated.

Bang!

Surrounded by mountains, it is like a screen.

Qiongzhi jade leaves, spirit fruits, and Yao grass are all thriving, and a vast spiritual opportunity is like a rushing river, traversing the valley, mighty.

A violent force, as if silently, filled the area.

Between the mountains, there is a game of chess, and there is a person.

Da!

The white-clothed fairy held a white chess piece, and with a wave of his big sleeve, it landed on the chessboard.

And in the next moment, a slender figure appeared in front of him.

She is like a blooming peony flower, with colorful skirts and red gold rings, which set off her appearance more and more beautiful and beautiful.

The jade arms of "Ink Rose" dance lightly in the wind, the green silk is scattered on both sides of the cheeks, the long eyelashes are like a fan, and a pair of bright eyes make the surrounding colorful flowers lose their color.

At this moment, the white-clothed immortal suddenly raised his head, and his voice was ethereal: "It's like a dream, and the years are like a song!" ”