Li Xiu gave the chess demon a doctor to the world, but he could be guaranteed to come back from the dead.

It's a big bargain, but it's not like just doing nothing and waiting to die in the air, because that's not normal, and it's not normal for a person who has been suffering for hundreds of years and doesn't want to die to stand still and wait for death.

So if you die, you will really die.

As long as you still have a little residual breath, the medical world can pull you back from the ghost gate, but after all, you still need a little breath.

The chess demon is not acting, he is really trying his best to escape, and his strength is only three or two percent, and he can almost be called the end of the strong crossbow after connecting Yunzhou and the three-character formula.

What's more, there is also a golden bowl that crosses the sea, and it forcibly brushes off half of his strength.

Therefore, today's chess demons do not have the slightest power to resist, and all they can do is to escape as much as possible, and escape as far as possible.

So after breaking free from the trick, he randomly found a direction to escape, it was a good direction, in the depths of the sea, farther and farther away from the land, the power above the wasteland would spread farther and farther.

That means there is a chance of a successful escape.

But crossing the sea is here.

Then he can't run away, and the devil will always leave some traces when he walks the world, some are unscrupulous, and some are very shallow.

But no matter how faint the traces are, they can't escape the gaze of the heart's eyes, and the black mist is like the wind, fluttering between heaven and earth, pervasively, and the speed is fast.

In an instant, he jumped thousands of miles away, and a trace of black mist swept over the dark blue sea at night.

Then under the golden light, a golden lotus spun and chased after it.

Then another blank page followed, followed by a hundred more boats.

The chess demon is destined to not be able to escape the palms of Du Hai and Da Ru, so of course this great credit is that everyone wants to intervene, and if it is passed on in the future, it will also be a good thing to put gold on the face of his sect.

This is an extremely empty sea, with no islands and no forces around, and the danger hidden under the vast and boundless sea is much higher than that on the mainland.

In front of the sea, a blue light suddenly appeared, looking like a thunder snake walking in the clouds, in this boundless sea and the dark night looked very dazzling, everyone sat on the cloud boat, at a glance can see clearly.

It was a thundercloud, a large thundercloud as black as ink.

Thunderclouds surrounded the sea like a wall from high in the sky to the sea below, black rolling, thunder snakes flashing.

The black mist touched the thunder light and stopped advancing, and the figure of the chess demon was exposed to the darkness of the night, his face was gloomy, his beard was scorched and scattered, his clothes were messy and broken, and his body was covered with bruises and blood, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

The light of the Buddha illuminated the night sky, and the golden lotus stopped, and the sea crossed the sea and stood on the golden lotus and raised his hand to throw the golden bowl out, shining from high and low, and the golden light formed a circle around a radius of ten miles, forming a copper wall and iron wall, so that the chess demon could not pass through.

Da Ru then stopped, the ink pen in his hand was like a sword, and the killing was amazing.

Nearly 100 cloud boats that followed behind him stopped together, this time they did not accumulate momentum, crossing the sea and blocking the square circle with a golden bowl, and the great Confucian held the pen like a sword.

In this case, it is impossible for the chess demons to leave alive, all they need to do is to be a bystander, make up a number, and dip a light.

"This is Floating Cloud Island?"

Li Xiu stared at the thundercloud and asked.

His face was a little surprised, because the thunderclouds around him were too strong, and the terrifying pressure that faintly emanated from them was difficult for even the Five Realms Grandmaster to walk through safely.

How can they, the monks of the Three Realms, get in?

This was originally a very simple question, but the faces of Fang Liang, Chu Yang and the others around them became more and more gloomy.

"This is indeed Fuyun Island, but it is a completely different Fuyun Island from before. Fang Liang looked at those thunderclouds that were like iron walls and explained, "When I encountered them before, the thunderclouds all over the surroundings were only equivalent to the power of the Four Realms cultivators at best, and when their power weakened, they could enter, and the current thunderclouds were more than several times stronger than they were a few months ago. ”

The rest of the people didn't speak, apparently all of them meant the same thing, their brows furrowed, and they felt a little incredible.

As the saying goes, there must be a demon when things go wrong, the terrain here is not good, and naturally there will be no energy aura that can attract and enhance the thundercloud, but the thundercloud is placed there, it will only dissipate slowly and evenly, and it will never be enhanced for no reason.

Or is it enhanced to such an extent.

Even the black fog of the chess demon can't penetrate, and the Buddha's light that crosses the sea can't penetrate, that's the problem.

"It looks like you're going to lose 30 percent of your pieces. ”

Li Xiu didn't say much, just looked at the black clouds surrounded by flashing thunder, and said softly.

Fang Liang didn't speak, things had developed to such an extent that the secret of this Floating Cloud Island could no longer be concealed, and after the death of the Chess Demon, the people on the nearly 100 cloud boats nearby would definitely enter it to investigate.

Everyone saw the anomaly of the black cloud in front of them, but that was after that, and there was only one thing that mattered most now.

Kill the chess demon.

Too much nonsense has already been said.

Crossing the sea didn't want to say any more, the big Confucian of Sanqi Cliff was even more resolute, he glanced at the chess demon, and said a word.

The sudden sinking of heaven and earth is that the surging sea under his feet seems to have fallen a little, the surroundings are quiet, the black mist that is scattered and overflowing completely dissipated, and the body of the chess demon sinks suddenly, and the whole body seems to be tied to the weight of tens of millions of catties, and the green tendons and blood vessels on the surface of the skin around the body collapse.

"You've lived a long time, so even if you die right now, it shouldn't be anything. ”

Daru raised his pen and looked at the chess demon, the pen was sharp, and the killing intent was not concealed at all.

Sanqi Cliff is full of literati, all of them are scholars, and most of them are on the road of literary saints, but literati are not weak, scholars dare to use pens as knives, no matter how turbid and dangerous the sky is, they don't care.

The literati are free-spirited, but they are never pedantic, and those who should be killed must be killed, without so many reasons and exquisiteness.

If you do a lot of evil, you will die, which is normal and simple.

Da Ru is such a straightforward person, and the chess demon is the one who must die.

The first rain of autumn is very warm, but the rain has been dispersed for more than ten days, and it will never rain all the time, but such a solemn and depressing scene will naturally gather many dark clouds.

The clouds grew thicker, the sea rose with wind and waves, and the wind carried the unique smell of the sea.

Thunder always climbed within the black clouds, as if to create a connection with the sky.

There was a flash of lightning in the night sky, followed by a dull rumbling of thunder, a precursor to a storm.

The chess demon looked up at the oppressive black clouds in the sky and did not speak, this scene was like seeing off him, a man who had lived for hundreds of years.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, there was no movement on his body, and the pressure of tens of millions of catties pressed his shoulders, causing him to fall down from the air little by little.

"Zhu Dianmo, what does it feel like to kill me with your own hands?"

The chess demon looked at the great Confucian in Sanqi Cliff, the Confucian shirt stepped on the white paper, the ink pen in his hand, his eyes were like electricity, and his long hair was fluttering, looking very powerful and intimidating.

Da Ru did not speak, his eyes became brighter, and he was silent.

He disdained to talk to such a demon, which would damage the prestige of the saint.

"Heaven is unkind, and all things are used as dogs, just like the Buddhists say, all living beings are equal, and where does the difference between good and evil come from? ”

The chess demon was not angry, the smile on his face was always on his face, the black fog around him dissipated, and his hands hung down at his sides, as if he did not intend to resist.

Zhu Dianmo looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then said, "It's a good thing to be able to kill one." ”

The smile on the chess demon's face froze, slightly stunned, and seemed to be a little surprised that the dignified Confucian would say such a childish thing, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was some truth in this, and he couldn't help but nodded: "It's a pity." ”

Zhu Dianmo frowned, but he didn't ask what was a pity.

Because he doesn't care.

The pen and ink flew out of his hand like a sword, and then turned into a large net from the air and shrouded towards the chess demon, the net line was like a sword, cutting the air sharply and making a whistling and piercing sound.

The wind swept up the waves, and the waves rose high into the sky, and then were cut into countless tiny droplets by the pen net, which then turned into mist.

There are always some people in this world who can happily face death, just like Qiao Sanye who was sitting on the edge of the cliff drinking tea.

Murong Yingjie in Gusu City raised his hand to touch the raindrops.

There is also Li Guang, the king of Jin who watched the sunset quietly in Chen Liucheng.

But the chess demon is not these three people, and there are not many such people in the whole world, so he will feel fear when he faces death, his eyes are full of horror, and he plans to continue to flee under the pressure of tens of millions of catties on his body.

Fang Liang looked at this scene, and the gloom on his face dissipated slightly.

Li Xiu was expressionless from beginning to end, the chess demon is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, whether it is in the world or experience, he is the top in the world, such a person can do well no matter what he does.

Whether it's being a dog, or playing dead.

Da Ru's face was expressionless, and the pen net spread like a shadow following him.

He glanced at the sea.

Crossing the sea bowed his head and chanted a Buddha horn, raised his hand and gently slapped it into the sky, and the golden bowl in the air made a roar, just like the morning bell in the temple was deafening, but it made everyone's spirits lifted.

The chess demon was just the opposite, and after hearing the bell, he covered his ears with his hands and fell from the air again, and the figure that ran away followed.

Without hesitation, the pen net fell and covered him.

The network cable is like a sword.

The black mist shrouded around the chess demon's body was dispersed, leaving a net-like trail on his body.

The pen net is constantly shrinking, and the Buddha's light is also condensing.

Clouds of blood mist erupted from the chess demon's body, and the whole person raised his head to the sky and let out a miserable cry.

Da Ru's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand and nodded lightly.

The pen net shrank to the size of a fist.

The body of the chess demon was cut into countless pieces and fell from the sky.

Flesh and bones rained down on the sea.

There was a muffled thunder in the air, rumbling, and grogginess.

The golden light shone on the sea, and he opened his heart to feel it for a moment, and then shook his head gently.

Daru put away the ink pen, stepped on the white paper, and turned to leave.