There are fairy mountains in the South China Sea.

The islands of the South China Sea stand tall, scattered and floating outside the Central Plains, because of the proximity to the Central Plains, the rules are not different, but the vitality is abundant, and the fairy spirit is dense.

The chess saint flower saint is one person.

Why?

In the Central Plains, life is short, birth, old age, sickness and death, at most a hundred years.

In ancient times, those great practitioners who studied the way of chess, dedicated their lives to the nineteen ways of black and white, especially during the war, a talent can only be sold in the emperor's house, secluded behind the scenes of the palace, and tried their best to take the world as a chessboard, and the game of life and death to slay the dragon, often after the storm, the victory or defeat on the chessboard is determined, one side prospers and one dies, and the chess master who takes the world as the chessboard wins, and the victory is the division of a country, and the world respects the world.

No more thoughts came to mind.

It is to live in the world.

If the Chess Saint were to take away a great chess master who had no cultivation and bring him back to the Ultimate Tower, no one would have the idea of stopping him.

Banned in the South China Sea for the rest of his life, he no longer left the house.

The big chess players in Fengting City didn't care about face at the drinking party, and they fought so much because the people of Nanhaimen were present, and they were expected to seek a sustenance for the rest of their lives.

No one knows how many national players who should have died under the erosion of the years in the final peak of the South China Sea, after being brought back by the chess saint, practiced chess day and night.

Immortality, creation.

And only the senior brother of Nanhai Daoti, who is known as the southern saint, has never left.

But no one questioned his demonic status.

Dongjun once said frankly that if he was in the South China Sea, on the peak of the final tower, this Taoist demon would be truly invincible.

Fufeng Mountain.

Ride the wind and rise for 90,000 miles.

Ye Shisan sat under an ancient tree on the top of Fufeng Mountain, squinting lazily, and the strong wind on the top of the mountain blew the two strands of hair on his sideburns, blowing his loose purple robe.

The wind of the world entered my robe, and the wind of the world flowed into my eyes.

In this great world, there are several great cultivators with the temperament of "immortals".

There is also the Dongjun in the bone robe, whose temperament is biased towards cold-blooded killing, not close to human feelings, regardless of the world, does not ask about the common people, does not look at ghosts and gods, and is also a wonderful immortal.

In fact, in the end, where can the real demon be a layman?

It's just that Ye Thirteen's temperament is said to be a forgetful immortal, but not all.

His "holiness" is more like a breeze on his sleeves, without desire or desire.

The avenue is holy.

Because he wants to.

There are also the clouds on the top of the mountain, every ancient tree on the mountain, every grass at the bottom of the mountain, and even every drop of water within a radius of ten miles, and every breeze that comes from breathing.

This is the Tao Womb.

Because as long as Ye Thirteen wants to, he can have it.

Do whatever you want, do whatever you want.

On the top of Fufeng Mountain, there is only one tree.

This old tree, rooted on the top of Fufeng Mountain, let the wind blow, Wuzi majesticly never wavered.

To be precise, there are very few leaves.

There are thirteen leaves in total.

There are no flowers and no fruits.

In the distance is the clear blue sky of the South China Sea, which is connected with the surging white tide of the sea.

"Big brother. ”

Ye Shisan didn't look back, and the height of the woman's voice behind her was low, because she was sitting in a wheelchair, she was already unable to move, and someone needed someone to push the wheelchair to travel.

Another person will do the work for you.

She said slowly: "Those who received the invitation, except for those big demons who were tepid, everyone else made it clear that they would definitely come to the South China Sea. The Northern Wei Dynasty should come to a palace meeting with some young geniuses, Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty are about the same position, after all, it is not a temple dispute, but grabbing some creation will not affect the national fortune. ”

Gongzi Xiaotao shook his head: "It shouldn't be coming, these two people are on the verge of breaking through." There are now a few demons in the world, who have broken the nine products, will undoubtedly come to observe the Liuxian Monument, if one of these two people succeeds in breaking through and the other fails, I am afraid that it will affect the pattern of the north and south. ”

The yellow-shirted girl lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Yes, the quasi-demons in the world should not be absent." ”

"I just received it, and the first batch of visitors was from the Holy Island. ”

Ye Shisan's laughter said, "Where are they waiting now?"

"Right at the foot of Fufeng Mountain, I can't stop it. ”

Zhong Er's puppet path requires a lot of mental effort and yuan power.

Ye Shisan smiled and said, "If you want to leave the opportunity of the immortal monument, you can, let them up." ”

Ye 13 looked at the four visitors from the Holy Island, two men and two women, but they were worthy of Zhong Er's evaluation of their "quasi-demons".

Ye Shisan slowly stood up, the purple Dao robe was blown up by the top of Fufeng Mountain, the body bones in the robe were slightly thin, and the huge Dao robe was repeatedly concave and convex.

The six sacred mountains and holy palaces of the Holy Island.

There are four holy mountain holy palaces left, namely Aoki Palace, Purple Spirit Palace, White Disgust Palace, and Houtu Palace.

There was a flash of thunder in the daytime, and it suddenly sounded-

Ye Thirteen is still Ye Thirteen.

It's no longer Fufushan.

It's just that these four quasi-demons obviously had a thought in their hearts.

Ye Shisan smiled and pointed to the sea of clouds behind him: "That's it." ”

Leave the immortal monument.

A stone tablet pierced by an ancient sword.

"There is no your name on the immortal tablet, even if you look here for 10,000 years, you will not have the slightest immortal fate. Ye Shisan said softly: "But since you are here and want to ask for a fairy fate, I will give you a fairy fate." ”

He pointed to the ancient sword that pierced through the Immortal Monument, and said with a smile: "This is the greatest immortal fate. ”