Han Shi's gaze fell on the chessboard for the first time, and there were more than 100 sons on it.

These chess pieces constitute a black and white chess game, and in his hand, he holds a white piece tightly, which is the only chess piece outside the chessboard.

There was faint sweat on his forehead, and there were waves in his calm gaze like an ancient well, this chess game, at first glance, was very ordinary, and it was roughly similar to the chess games recorded in many ancient scores, and there was nothing strange about it.

Han Shi gradually became confused, and this confusion, when the third month came, turned into a fog, covering his mind, and even the chess game gradually became blurred.

The chess game in this pavilion is easy to spot, so many people stay away.

But it is precisely because it is too simple, but many people faintly feel that there must be a big opportunity hidden in this chess game, like Han Shi, staying here to explore the existence of that big opportunity.

It's just that no one has succeeded, and what is left is just the back of a distant one.

In the silence, Han Shi may have a trace of regret in his heart, but in front of the fog that covers his mind, even this trace of regret cannot be seen really, and even he himself doesn't know if he has ever had that moment of regret.

Regret is the denial of oneself.

Han Shi shook his head slightly, and his eyes were once again focused on the chess game......

Day after day, year after year, and I don't know how long it has been, on this day, Han Shi raised his head, rubbed his stiff neck, and let out a long sigh.

He pushed this chess game more than a thousand times, but he couldn't find a way to crack it, where Bai Zi was, he was powerless, and he didn't know where to fall in his hand.

At this moment, on the nineteenth peak, the four roads up the mountain, unconsciously, converged into one, Yue Rong and Yue Xuan, for the first time in more than ten years, under the clouds and mist, saw each other.

At this moment, Yue Xuan's face was extremely gloomy, urging the small pot in his hand with all his strength, his eyes staring at the woman in Tsing Yi three hundred zhang away, full of murderous intent, he couldn't imagine that the monk in green shirt who he thought was the most threatening was nowhere to be seen at this moment, but Yue Rong, who was the least threatening, actually walked in front of him.

He was quick-witted, and he figured it out almost instantly, in addition to the monstrous hatred, he also had a trace of jealousy towards this Yuerong, this woman's scheming was not under him, she couldn't bear it, and she was committed to him for many years, for this opportunity.

can make him unconsciously think that she is the best candidate, and the countless efforts that this woman has spent over the years have made him have this subconscious feeling, which shows that this woman has great intentions.

Yue Xuan's speed, under the power of the small pot, is faster than Yue Rong, and without the help of the small pot, it is Yue Rong's speed that is faster, which shows that her cultivation in terms of prohibition is already above Yue Xuan.

Yue Xuan's brows tightened, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, recovered his cold expression, and pursued at such a speed, I am afraid that before reaching the top of the mountain, Yue Rong has already taken a step forward and stepped into the colorful whirlpool, in this way, it will completely disrupt his plan, and even, there will be a change like five hundred years ago.

It was like an apocalyptic change, and when he thought about it at the moment, he still had lingering palpitations, and this time, he would never allow this scene to happen.

Thinking of this, Yue Xuan immediately sat down, pinched his hands and drew a strange pattern.

After a while, a milky white mist like a thin gauze slowly rose from the top of Yue Xuan's head, this mist seemed to be real and illusory, if you looked carefully, it looked like a spiritual thing, the mist floated to the side of the pot, the small pot trembled slightly, turned the mouth of the pot, and greatly absorbed the white tulle-like mist.

Yue Xuan's method is to open the power of devouring the small pot by sacrificing a large number of Shouyuan, and before, what he borrowed was only the absorption power of the small pot.

The speed at which he devours the forbidden will be several times faster than the speed of absorbing the prohibition, so he will definitely catch up with Yue Rong and kill her before reaching the top of the mountain.

But it is extremely difficult to open the power of devouring, and it requires a lot of vitality, this point, Yue Xuan has already prepared, the secret soul restoration technique that the family does not pass on, once it reaches the highest level, there is a saying that nine deaths will return the soul.

Every so-called death will give birth to a large amount of life in the body, with the help of which one can be resurrected from the dead.

Just when Yue Xuan was sacrificing Shou Yuan, more than a hundred zhang behind him, Nangong Jiuyun's figure slowly appeared in a distorted fluctuation.

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, this scene was seen by that Yuerong the moment she turned around, and the corners of her mouth also showed a smile, but this smile was even lighter.

The speed of the mist on Yue Xuan's head was getting faster and faster, and the color of pain gradually appeared on his calm face, and after another ten breaths, Yue Xuan pinched the trick with both hands, ran the vitality, and interrupted the sacrifice of vitality.

The vitality of this sacrifice can be worth five hundred years of life, Yue Xuan gasped, and his face became old at the speed of his eyes, from the original appearance of a young man to the face of a middle-aged man.

Feeling that there was a strong devouring force in the small pot, Yue Xuan's eyes lit up, and a drop of essence blood popped out again, which was absorbed by the body of the pot, he slowly got up, and just wanted to sacrifice the small pot to break the prohibition in front of him.

The mutation was sudden, Nangong Jiuyun's right hand was like electricity, and after a little eyebrow in his left hand, a seal appeared at the center of the eyebrows that originally seemed to be normal, and he tore it open, and in an instant there was a majestic breath, like a dragon going out to sea, and there was a clicking sound in his body, and his cultivation began to rise in an explosive form.

In the middle of the Yuan Infant, in the late Yuan Infant period, in the realm of the Great Perfection, after three breaths, the breath was suddenly closed, as if solidified, and as if brewing.

After three more breaths, a breath belonging to the Spirit Monk rose to the sky, and this breath even passed through the restrictions of the prohibition and slowly spread.

Yue Xuan's complexion changed greatly, he could feel that the prohibition in Nangong Jiuyun's body had been completely broken, and it was even more under the implication of the qi, which made his mind slightly damaged, and he couldn't care about breaking the ban, Yue Xuan's right hand made a slight move, and the small pot flew into his hand, turning around to look at this person.

This Nangong Jiuyun is a spiritual monk, but he is willing to be made by him, these three hundred years are no different from slaves, at this time, when the disguise is revealed, it must be the time for a showdown, and Yue Xuan's face is extremely ugly.

Thinking about it, Yue Xuan couldn't help but move her gaze to Yue Rong, which contained the intention of joining hands to tide over the difficulties, Yue Rong's face was flat, ignoring Yue Xuan's gaze, just looking at Nangong Jiuyun, whose aura was soaring.

"Brother Nangong, I'm afraid that three hundred years ago, you were already a spirit monk. Yue Xuan's right hand held the nameless pot tightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he slowly spoke.

Nangong Jiuyun smiled faintly when he heard this, and said, "Brother Yue, I want to thank you first." ”

Yue Xuan's face turned cold, and he said coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

Nangong Jiuyun laughed wildly when he heard this, and after half a sound, he looked at Yue Xuan again, and said lightly: "The old man's nearly a thousand years of sacrifice have made this pot completely recognize me as the master, but then I found that this pot is still powerful when it is ordinary, but if you want to exert the strongest power, you can only devour a lot of vitality." ”

Yue Xuan's complexion changed greatly, exuding his spiritual sense, and he probed the pot again, but he never found it, and his eyes couldn't help but show a suspicious look.

Nangong Jiuyun's eyes showed disdain, and said: "There are three seals in this pot, and it took the old man more than thirty years to unlock the first seal when he got this pot.

After more than 100 years, the second path was unlocked, and after the second seal was unsealed, the old man sacrificed for nearly a thousand years before he really obtained this pot.

Three hundred years ago, I resealed two more seals and laid a game to lure you in.

Sure enough, if you get this pot, within three hundred years, it will just allow you to unlock the second seal and discover the method of sacrificing vitality, but you can't break this third seal.

The old man understands your personality, this treasure is in hand, you will never dedicate it to others, even if it is the ancestor of your Yue family, it is impossible.

With the means of your Yue family, it is much easier to sacrifice Shouyuan than other monks, which is why the old man made it for you, otherwise with the old man's agile cultivation, why should he succumb to your Yuanying monk, hum. ”

After that, Nangong Jiuyun continued to play the trick, the speed was extremely fast, and a slight sound came from the small pot, the body of the pot continued to tremble, and the surface of the body of the pot was red, as if it was burned through by flames, with a burning force, Yuexuan's complexion changed greatly, and he couldn't hold it, so he had to let go and watch the small pot float up slowly.

The spout of the pot was slammed back, and then spit outward, and a layer of ripples like fly ash spread out along the perimeter of the spout, Yue Xuan's heart trembled, and his mental connection with the small pot was forcibly cut off.

Nangong Jiuyun made a move with his right hand, and the small pot was extremely fast, crossing an arc and flying into his hand.

Yue Xuan's face changed miserably, he knew the power of the small pot, Nangong Jiuyun had been preparing for a thousand years, and he must have mastered many magical powers that he didn't know, this person had been a slave for three hundred years, endured humiliation, and wanted to do a great deal.

Yue Xuan even knew that this person would be avenged, and he would never let go of the person who had humiliated this person, perhaps, this is the place where he buried his bones.

"Although your Nangong family and my Yue family have a general relationship for generations, they have never had a bad relationship, since this pot originally belonged to you, you can take it back, but if you dare to kill me, after you go out, my ancestor will definitely crush the bones of the Nangong family and scatter ashes. Yue Xuan was shocked and angry, and there was a trace of deep fear in the depths of his eyes.

His soul restoration technique has not yet been cultivated to the point where he can really bring the dead back to life, but he has deceived others through a special illusion, which is no different from resurrection on the surface, and this world is very special, which makes him even more worried that he will really die here.

Yue Xuan's lust made Nangong Jiuyun's face covered with a mysterious smile, "When did I kill the people of the Yue family, it is clear that Yue Xuan and Yue Rong and his wife had a dispute, and they died together. ”

Yue Xuan and Yue Rong were stunned when they heard this, and then their faces became gloomy, although both of them were Yuan Infant Monks, but only Yue Xuan had reached the late Yuan Infant Stage, plus Yue Rong in the middle of Yuan Infant Stage, under the joint efforts of the two, I am afraid that they were not the opponents of the Spirit Monk, coupled with such a strong immortal treasure, the two glanced at each other and saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

Nangong Jiuyun smiled indifferently, picked up the nameless pot, looked at it for a moment, pointed with his left hand, and drew out a drop of soul blood from the heart of his eyebrows, and bounced it into it from the mouth of the pot, and an extremely bright fire light rose from the mouth of the pot, and a crisp sound of shattering was extremely pleasant, Nangong Jiuyun's face revealed a red tide, and the seal he set up three hundred years ago required his soul blood to be unsealed.

Yue Xuan's eyes showed jealousy, no wonder he couldn't break the third seal no matter what.

Nangong Jiuyun exuded his spiritual sense, probed in the nameless pot for a moment, and couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering laugh, the fingers of his right hand pointed a little forward, and the small pot suddenly gave birth to an incomparably strong devouring force, and the aura emitted by the small pot was nearly ten times stronger than when it was in Yue Xuan's hands.