His Royal Highness looked at the chessboard born from the void, the silk threads on the chessboard were densely covered vertically and horizontally, faintly with a murderous aura, hidden and not visible, moving with the continuous friction of his fingers.

Yi Xiao's gaze also fell on the other side.

He kept an eye on the movement on the other side.

He was very glad that in the Overlord's Tomb, what blocked the last passage was not a stone wall, or other things that were hard enough, even if it was the dense sword qi hanging above his head, I was afraid that he would not be able to stop Gu Shengcheng's urge to kill him at this moment.

What is blocked here is the ink plate of life and death.

If there is no ink plate of life and death, even if there is the coffin of the overlord between the two of them, pressed in the center of Tianmen, there are countless qi luck suppression circulation, hiding great opportunities and creation, Gu Shengcheng will not take a look.

He'd skim straight over the mile.

The sword qi in Yi Xiao's hairpin has been used, and the vitality at this moment is not one in ten, and the realm stays at the threshold after breaking the nine grades, and all the hole cards, including the purple box, have been used in the battle of Eight Feet Mountain, the sea has dried up, and the soul power is bleak, so that it looks extremely desolate.

But he knew very well that with this chessboard in the way, he didn't have to worry about cultivation anymore.

Yi Xiao's gaze swept in front of him, and he looked at the Tianmen grassland behind the chessboard again, looking at the extremely quiet prairie, and the swaying blades of grass, the red coffin suppressed the center of Tianmen, the air and eyes flowed, and the sky flowed backwards.

Behind the chessboard, sits a chess player shrouded in an ancient robe.

The chess player is composed of light, wisps, like a dream, his face is hidden in his robe, it is not real, and the sideburns that are fluttering back and forth seem to have three points of femininity and seven points of heroism.

Yi Xiao tentatively said softly: "Sir?"

The chess player under the ancient robe sat on the illusory ancient wheelchair, one hand raised to touch his fingertips, and the other hand was on the back of the chair, but the fingertips were extremely immature, and he didn't look like a hidden old man.

Yi Xiao's pupils shrank slightly.

He thought of a familiar old man.

Xiao Tao, the son of a mind-reading person, is sitting in such a wheelchair, his knees are weak, and it is inconvenient to walk.

A mellow voice sounded in Yi Xiao's heart: "Do you want immortality?"

He looked up slightly.

The ancient chess player forged by the light, as if he had a heart, also raised his head, smiled at himself, but unfortunately that face was not the same as Yi Xiao thought.

It was a juvenile face.

There seemed to be some cunning in the young man's face, which made Yi Xiao feel a little familiar, but in an instant, this familiar feeling disappeared without a trace.

"In this world, there are actually immortals......

The voice of the young chess player sounded softly: "Although I am dead, I have followed the people I should follow, and I have bloomed my due value, and I have no regrets even though I have died." ”

Yi Xiao pursed her lips and looked at this face that made her feel extremely familiar and confused.

He thought of some dead teenager.

It's just that the young man in the wheelchair, with a completely different face from that person, smiled at the moment, looked up at Yi Xiao, and said softly: "Soon you will know what I mean." ”

Yi Xiao was slightly stunned at first.

The boy in a wheelchair slowly let go of the finger on the chessboard.

His Royal Highness raised his head and saw Gu Shengcheng also raise his head.

There was a dead silence in the entire cemetery.

Yi Xiao first understood how fast the young chess player said "very fast".

After about three or four breaths of dead silence, the graveyard resounded with a violent thunderous sound.

Countless sword qi swept past the top of the tomb, and every wisp of sword qi passed through the border like locusts, whistling past, with an incomparably terrifying might.

Yi Xiao looked at this scene in a daze.

He turned around and saw the wisp of sword intent that drove away the sword qi, like a black tide from afar, blasting open countless stone walls, and with a majestic sword intent, he drove away from the mountain.

The terrifying wisp of sword intent slashed on the chessboard, but it couldn't smash this chessboard, it bounced out, the wind paved the surface, Yi Xiao staggered two steps, the originally tied long hair waterfall scattered, the hairpin fell to the ground, and countless sword intents rushed inward.

After a moment, tranquility is restored.

Yi Xiao looked at this scene in amazement, he picked up the wooden hairpin in a panic, and found incredibly that the sword qi of the senior brother had quietly returned to this half of the white cool wooden bun at this moment.

The wind is blowing again.

Mixed with the bloody smell like a torrential rain, there was the sound of scales scraping along the way, and the huge "Dragon King Crossing the River".

Yi Xiao turned around and looked at the huge beast again.

He almost didn't hesitate, and chose to hand out the white cool wooden bun-

The sword qi of the second hairpin exploded, causing the entire cemetery to tremble.

"Boom", the world returned to calm.

Yi Xiao, whose lotus clothes were covered with blood, stood in front of the corpse of the Dragon King of the River, and the blood clots and scales that exploded all over the sky made him a little dazed at this moment.

He leaned over and slowly maintained the posture of handing over the hairpin with both hands.

Then he heard a "hiss" sound.

There was a dark, night-like shadow, winding on the ground, like flowing water, slowly swimming over, and the shadow suddenly stopped, as if it had seen something, and turned in a frightened direction.

Yi Xiao watched the shadow swim farther and farther away.

He sat slowly on the ground, looking at the blood stains all over the ground, and only felt unacceptable.

It was a black ring snake.

A black ring snake whose head was crushed by himself, the injuries on his body are slowly healing, and the flat and broken head has recovered about seventy or eighty percent at the moment, but there are traces of his little King Kong physique on it.

Why......

Yi Xiao turned his head violently and saw that at the exit over there, an aging old man was pressed by Gu Shengcheng on the void of the chessboard, and the blood and water splashed on the surface of the chessboard with Gu Shengcheng's increasing pressure force, bloody and cruel.

In the end, the old man with his hair was pressed on the chessboard by Gu Shengcheng, and the chessboard was like a jagged tooth, constantly cutting, and finally swallowing his whole person into it.

Only then did Gu Shengcheng let go.

Yi Xiao saw the old man's face.

On that day on the river, the old man wanted to swallow the pond fish and turn into a dragon, and open the door to heaven for the resurrection of the overlord of Western Chu, but was finally shot by an arrow to disperse his luck and fell into the Qi River, where he disappeared.

He squeezed the wooden hairpin tightly and muttered in a trembling voice: "I should have thought of ...... a long time ago"

"I should have thought of ......"

This tomb is everywhere in scales, blood.

I have experienced I don't know how many years of darkness.

Before he and Gu Shengcheng came, there was a sword cultivator and a brute.

The "Dragon King who crossed the river", as well as the ancestor of the sword-forging Mu family.

If it was a fight, it would have been a long time ago, and even if it was really evenly matched, they should have run out of oil for each other, and they were only the last breath.

Where will I let myself meet a dragon pond fish whose spirit and spirit are at the peak.

The pond fish, the ancestor of the Mu family, and the black ring snake that had just entered the tomb.

They should have died a long time ago.

But they are still alive.

At this moment, the voice of the young chess player, with an irresistible majesty, slowly sounded.

Resounding throughout the Overlord's Tomb.

He held on to the handle of the wheelchair, but he stood up, his sleeves raised, the wind rose in the cemetery, and the sky was shining, and he was the only one, like an ancient god descending.

The young man in the ancient robe closed his eyes, sensing the call of the king back then, and read out the sentence aloud-

"Those who enter my tomb will have eternal life!"

(PS: I don't know if there will be a third update, if the state is good, it will be sent out before 12 o'clock, if it is not sent at 12 o'clock, then don't wait any longer)