"You have cut off the cause of others, but you may not have cut off your own effect. The nameless old monk looked at Zhou Yu's departing back and muttered in a low voice.

Next to Qingshan Lake.

Zhou Yuduan sat on a large bluestone, and beside him, was the green shadow who nourished his qi in the scabbard.

"Just one jurisdiction, there is a causal chess game, this Yunmeng Ancient God, in its heyday, how strong will it be, and what is the purpose of doing this?" Looking at the rippling lake in front of him, Zhou Yu said silently.

Originally, he was looking for the old monk, and he was ready to do it, but when he saw the chess game, he understood everything.

If he had evolved according to the chessboard, he would not have been able to see the game now.

But in the end, because of his stay for these days, he took the initiative to integrate into this Ning'an chess game, but it made all this now, seemingly simple behavior, go smoothly to the present.

If this is not the case, then this Ning'an Town is a passer-by for him, and the passer-by cannot get the real help of the people of Ning'an Town.

will also respond to the meaning that the nameless old monk wants to convey, if you don't enter the chess game, you can't break the game.

But even if he understands this, thinking about it at the moment, Zhou Yu still feels a little unpredictable.

But at the moment, these are not important, because he has to face the most critical move in this chess game at the moment.

Carp essence!

One was rescued because of his tragedy, and because of him, he re-entered the game and got a red carp.

Maybe this carp already had the idea of coming back to take revenge after getting out of trouble, but this is an idea after all.

And the fact is that when Zhou Yu smashed the chessboard with one palm, he vaguely sensed that it was furious because it was rounded up by Guo Lao Er and Li San again.

This fury caused this carp spirit, after recovering its true body, to quickly roll up a monstrous wave and sweep towards Ning'an Town.

Bang, bang, bang......

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

During the period when he was meditating and recuperating his qi, the sky was already dark at this moment, and on the originally calm Qingshan Lake, there were already three huge waves roaring.

In the midst of the big waves, there was a faint figure of Mojiao, making waves.

So that the whole sky, there has been a cold drizzle, in the rolling thunder, there are dark clouds on the top, as if the sky is falling, making people's hearts dull.

The rain is getting heavier, the wind is getting wilder, and Zhou Yu's robe is hunting at this moment.

"Since you're already here, why don't you show up and don't remember the grace of escape?" Looking at the lake that was far more than his height, and smelling the wind with a cold and fishy smell, Zhou Yu suddenly said loudly.

As these words were spoken, his drumming clothes suddenly quieted, and outside his body, there was a layer of vague blue light, slowly shining, and the two full of wind and rain blocked out.

"Roar!"

As Zhou Yu's voice fell, suddenly in the middle of the big waves, there was a high-pitched sound of dragon chanting, and a hornless dragon poked out its hideous head from the big waves.

His eyes are like a secluded pool at the moment, making people look at it, and at the same time, they feel cold, and there is a stinging killing intent unabashedly surging.

"The people of Ning'an Town, three times and two provocations, want to arrest me, is it tolerable or unbearable, remember that you helped me get out of the robbery, now leave, I will not kill you. Mo Jiao looked at the blue-robed figure on the shore and said suddenly.

"You have avoided a catastrophe, although because of me, Li San, Guo Lao Er and others went to Qingshan Lake again, but you have recovered your supernatural powers, how can they help you. ”

"If you really remember your previous kindness, and swear that you will not allow Ning An to be really embarrassed from now on, and you will not make waves, and you will retreat, you may not be able to truly survive this catastrophe. Looking at the Mo Jiao in front of him carrying the momentum of wind and rain, full of terrifying might, Zhou Yu said calmly in his eyes.

"It seems that this sword will still come out after all. Looking at Mo Jiao's gradually cold gaze, Zhou Yu sighed in his heart.

The next moment, I saw the giant tail of the ink Jiao in the big waves, and shook it violently.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying lake, which exploded and roared towards Zhou Yu.

Its sound is so powerful that it is like a heavenly river rolling upside down, and in a short time it covers the entire sky, and the eyes are full of endless waves.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, there was a sword roar, and a sword gang, like a blue and white thunderbolt, was in the sky in an instant.

Bang!

I saw that the sky was full of waves, as if it was abruptly split by an indescribable force, and the water potential was cut off, turning into a heavy rain downpour and spilling down three steps away from Zhou Yu.

At the same time, the eye-catching sword gang suddenly continued unabated, slashing towards Mo Jiao, and suddenly came to his body in horror.

Bang, bang, bang......

In an instant, the waves that were three feet high exploded on the turbulent lake.

At the same moment, Zhou Yu, who had slashed out a sword, turned away, no matter how terrible the wave was, it could not invade three feet away from his body.

"He could have slashed that sword. Inside the ruined temple, watching the dark clouds disperse in the sky, the pupils of the nameless old monk shrank suddenly.

It's just that the moment he closes his eyes, between the corners of his mouth, there is a smile that seems to be approving it.

"Interesting, is it the Easy Sword, or the Ruthless Sword?" With an inaudible murmur, the body of the nameless old monk, along with this ruined temple, was actually in the gradual blurring and disappeared into nothingness.

Outside Ning'an Town, although Mo Jiao died, the light rain still existed.

In the final analysis, Zhou Yu's cultivation was not able to kill the seemingly boundless and powerful Mo Jiao at all.

And the reason why he can kill is not because of cultivation.

After seeing the chess game, it was not so much to kill the ink Jiao as to kill the idea of saving the fish.

This sword seems to be mysterious, but in fact it is not worth talking about.

To put it simply, this is just a realm of transfigration, not a real place.

On the streets, pedestrians gradually became scarce, but there were still many people who were caught off guard by the sudden rain and ran towards their homes with their hands over their roofs.

"Uncle Zhang, it's raining, why are you still running a noodle stall?" As he got closer, Zhou Yu saw that two big oil umbrellas had been propped up on Old Man Zhang's noodle stall, and the boiler for cooking noodles was still boiling.

"The rain came suddenly, and it was too late to close the stall, so I simply opened the umbrella, so that some people far away from home could take shelter from the rain for the time being, and maybe they could take the opportunity to make a few businesses. Seeing Zhou Yu coming, Old Man Zhang suddenly smiled.

"What's the end of it?"

"Well, that's over. Zhou Yu nodded and sat down on the familiar noodle stall.

"Let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles, it's time to leave after eating, and the next time I come, I don't know when." ”

"Howler. Old man Zhang seemed to think of something, and without asking more, he turned around and started below.

The drizzle outside the umbrella was cold, and the soup inside the umbrella was hot, and when the old man Zhang brought the noodles up, the place where Zhou Yu was located was empty.

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