These words are like a tribute to the dead.

Yin Cao is the shadow of the entire continent, and even if the ordinary forces are immeasurably popular, there are only eight holy sons under the Holy Sect.

But there are thirty-six of them, which in a way also represents a kind of remarkability.

Because the Holy Son is not just talking about it, only if he really has that strength will he get this title.

So the big red robe is proud, or people like him are proud.

He wanted to meet Chen Zhimo later or earlier, so that he might be able to have a conversation, maybe he would have a chance to become friends, just like if Feng Yuxiu and Li Xiu hadn't met Wang Buer, maybe they would have become friends.

He had some regrets, and at the same time regrets.

Because no matter what happens in the future, he must kill Li Xiu today, so Chen Zhimo will also die here.

"You look so confident. ”

Chen Zhimo gently held the fan and said with a smile.

There is no modesty in the big red robe, because there is no need for modesty.

"Even without them, I could have killed you. ”

He said seriously.

This is the pride from the Great Holy Son of Yin Cao, and it is also the pride from the twenty-first ranking of the Huangzhou Caohuang Paper.

As long as he wanted to, he could kill Chen Zhimo.

"I don't think so. ”

Chen Zhimo was silent for a while, and then said.

"The soul of life is retreating, the soul is dim, you can't even stand on your feet now, why should you win me?"

The big red robe asked.

He didn't rush to make a move, because the victory was in his hands.

Chen Zhimo suddenly laughed, and he smiled very happily, the corners of his cracked mouth gradually expanded, and the laughter became louder and louder, even shaking the autumn rain falling from the sky.

"Who told you that my soul can't be used anymore?"

The laughter subsided, and Chen Zhimo's body suddenly burst out with aura, and his clothes and hair flew as if he was standing in the middle of the storm.

The disappeared chessboard reappeared, and then shrunk from a radius of 100 zhang to a radius of 10 zhang, trapping the two of them in it.

Still in the familiar position of Tian Yuan, Chen Zhimo sat there, transforming all the aura in his body to repair the damaged life soul and reappear.

He couldn't even do the simple act of standing now.

The soul wandered in the depths of the sea of consciousness, and the oppressive force that rolled away was like a wave

kept impacting the sea of knowledge in the big red robe, making his brows furrow, and his face was unnaturally pale.

Divine soul attacks are the most difficult to defend against, especially for a strong person like Chen Zhimo.

The chessboard space is already separating the world, and with the power of divine cultivation to confuse the public, how can it be as simple as one plus one?

What's more, the most powerful thing about the so-called divine cultivation is that it is pervasive and omnipotent.

It's unpredictable, it's hard to prevent.

The big red robe stood in the checkerboard lattice, and he reached out and touched the front of him, as if there was a transparent barrier separating him.

The chessboard shook slightly, and a crack opened in front of the barrier, and the big red robe reached out to tear it apart, and then took a step forward into the second square.

His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

The price he had to pay to tear the barrier apart now was much higher and much harder than before.

Obviously, Chen Zhimo overdrew all the aura in his body and restored his soul in a short period of time, which was very remarkable.

Also unexpectedly powerful.

The big red robe stopped what he was doing, looked at Chen Zhimo, who was sitting on the ground with his shoulders drooping, with an expressionless face, and said, "Disperse all the spiritual energy in your body and bet your life and death on this chessboard and divine cultivation, is this considered putting the cart before the horse?"

"If I can get out of this chessboard, what are you going to do to stop me when I'm back in front of you?"

This is both a question and an answer.

Chen Zhimo didn't speak, a wave of weakness kept sweeping through his body, and he couldn't even lift the strength to raise his eyelids now.

The chessboard is only ten zhang in size, but it has its own space.

Seeing Chen Zhimo's appearance, the big red robe shook his head with some disappointment, maybe it was disappointment, or it could be regret.

It was already a pity that he couldn't fight with the chief of the academy at his peak, and it would be even more regrettable to kill him again in a while.

The flower clothes swayed back and forth, and the big red robe walked forward with his head up, his body tearing the checkerboard grid.

He kept moving forward, and one lattice after another shattered and disappeared.

Countless visions were born on the chessboard, and one after another, swords appeared out of thin air and slashed towards the big red robe.

The stinging pain of his soul, the sensation like a pinprick coming from the sea of consciousness made his movements pause slightly, the vision crushed his whole body, his body staggered for a moment, and then a knife slashed across his shoulder, bringing up a line of blood.

But after a moment's pause, he continued to walk, his grid shattering and the board trembling wider.

The layer of floral clothes on the big red robe had been messy and crumbs, and there were dense small wounds on his body, and even half of his earlobes had been cut off.

But he was getting closer and closer to Chen Zhimo.

The black and white pieces detached from the chessboard and rose into the sky, and the three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces were connected and fused into a sword, and a half-black, half-white giant sword hung over the chessboard.

Thirty-eight long lines bloomed in unison with the last light, and the power of the divine soul within the sea of knowledge was unreservedly integrated into this sword.

Since there is no point in continuing to drag on, then decide the winner sooner.

Chen Zhimo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, drooped his head and thought so.

Da Hong Pao's footsteps stopped again, he was only six or seven squares away from Chen Zhimo, which was very short.

But his injuries were not light, and it was the first time he had been injured so badly since he became the Holy Son of Yincao.

"Since you want to do this, I'll be with you. ”

The big red robe retracted his steps to move forward, raised his head to look at the huge black and white long sword, and said.

If this is Chen Zhimo's last fight before he dies, then he is willing to accompany him through this last journey.

No rain fell overhead, no wind blew in behind him, but his floral clothes fell to the ground.

The sword slashed down and fell straight down.

The big red robe tilted his head, and he held the palm of his hand, as if he was holding the sunshine that had never appeared today.

A slight halo bloomed in his palm, and then quickly expanded, covering the entire chessboard and covering the sword.

The rain fell, and the wind followed.

The giant sword was nowhere to be found, and only a faint dotted line was left on the chessboard on the ground, and the big red robe stood in front of Chen Zhimo.

He lowered his head, his eyes were complicated, his face was as pale as snow on a snowfield, the skin on his body was torn, and blood oozed from his body and stained his whole body.

But he still stood in front of Chen Zhimo.

"You lost. ”

The big red robe sighed, full of regret.

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ps: It's very comfortable to write, I like such villains very much, and this is also a point that this book has always emphasized, there is never good or bad in this world, some are just different positions