I don't know if the person who left this remnant thought of the Taishang Dao Emperor back then would cry or laugh after knowing Fang Xing's reaction, or directly strangle him, in short, Fang Xing was born with a strong seed, but it made the person who stayed behind miscalculate. This is a carved map that records the past of the Taishang Dao system, but it also contains great magical powers, which will make all those who see this picture plant a seed in their hearts, and leave it for him to take root and sprout in the future.

It's just that Fang Xing woke him up in advance because of the treasure mirror, and because he was born with this kind of temperament, but he regarded the past of the Taishang Dao system as a play, but he was moved, but unfortunately that kind of seed was not successfully planted.

As for whether the seeds that have not been planted will be a blessing or a curse in the future, no one can say now.

The seventh level, it's so easy, in fact, the requirements of this level are also simple, as long as the soul is strong enough, enough to bear the power of the remnants left by the Taishang Dao system, if the soul is insufficient, after coming into contact with the past scene by scene, the soul will be damaged, and turn into a puppet who is willing to protect the ruins of the Taishang Dao system, and the soul is not damaged, it will lead to the next level.

After muttering a few words, Fang Xing picked up the black giant sword and strode forward.

Behind him, the bronze mirror shimmered, floating silently behind him like a ghost.

The eighth level, it is a dilapidated hall, damaged everywhere, leaking on all sides, only two huge stone pillars covered with dust are supported to prevent collapse, Fang Xing slowly walked up the steps, and saw that there was still a big bluestone standing on the left side of the main hall, and the content on the stone made Fang Xing's heart feel bored for a while, and he stayed for a long time before he raised his legs and walked into the hall very helplessly. With the feeling of losing......

Because this level is incredibly simple. And so it is...... Play chess!

Fang Xing was about to cry. Uncle Eleven, who has taught himself for three years, is a chess master, but he is not!

In the past three years, the white hair has moved his mind twelve times to train himself to become a chess master, but he was cruelly rejected.

Because he really doesn't know what the black and white broken chess pieces mean, it's cool to flip the chessboard!

After entering the ruined hall, he found that there was nothing else in this hall, except that at the end of the main hall, there was an old monk in a gray robe. It seemed that there was no breath at all, the gray robes on his body were decayed, his head hung down, and there was no sound, and in front of him, there was a dark iron chessboard, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was almost impossible to see the existence of chess pieces, except for a few concave and convex marks.

Before coming to the chessboard, Fang Xing blew away the dust on the chessboard in one breath. The pieces below are revealed.

I looked down at the chessboard for a long time, as if I was studying the chess move.

The bronze mirror was watching the chess with his head down. It also quietly flew above his head, and a light emerged, floating to his forehead.

At first glance, it seems that the bronze mirror is helping him solve this array and telling him how to solve chess.

However, just when this brilliance was about to reach Fang Xing's forehead, Fang Xing suddenly rolled his eyes, and lifted the chessboard, and at the same time, the whole person also jumped up, holding the black giant sword with both hands, and with a "boom", it stirred up a hurricane that swept the entire ruined hall, and the black giant sword drew half a circle, and the bronze mirror in the air was slashed down with a "dang long" sound, and then split between the old cultivator's neck......

"When ......"

The black giant sword slashed heavily into the neck of the old cultivator who seemed to have been dead for many years, making a crisp sound.

The black giant sword, which was originally invincible and seemed to be able to cut everything, was unexpectedly rebounded by the collapse.

Fang Xing was also shot back four or five steps by this anti-shock force, and his hands holding the sword were trembling......

Such a close distance, such a sharp black giant sword, such a violent means of attack, even the divine iron was also slashed.

However, the old cultivator has not changed in the slightest!

Even on his shriveled neck, only a faint white mark was left, and the flesh was not broken at all.

"You're finally here......"

Lao Xiu's seniority has not changed, but his voice has slowly sounded.

It's not the remnants of divine consciousness, nor is it the transmission of sounds, but it really opens its mouth and speaks.

The voice is weak and weak, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a gossamer, if it is not a cultivator, such a faint voice cannot be heard at all.

"Uh...... The old-timer is polite, hehe, you're waiting for me, I guess I'm waiting for the wrong person......"

Fang Xing panicked, such a violent sword didn't even hurt a single hair, this unfathomable old man, it was really terrifying, he replied indiscriminately, but his figure was already slowly retreating, ready to wait for an opportunity to escape.

In fact, he had already guessed that he would encounter some accidents, but he didn't expect that the people he met would be so difficult.

On the way to this easy pass, he was already suspicious in his heart.

He really felt that his breakthrough was too easy.

The closer he got to the Nine Levels, the stronger this feeling became, and the taste in his heart was also complicated.

He is already a suspicious person, and he doesn't believe in such a thing as a free lunch, if it comes this way, it will be more difficult, and it will be fine, but it is so smooth, it can't help but make him feel a little uneasy.

It's just that some roads have come up, and there is no room to turn back, since he wants to seek this Dao Zang of the Taishang Dao, there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, and he has to break in, and there is no reason to give up halfway. Therefore, he can only be careful all the way and slowly break in, but in secret, he also sees the six roads, listens to all directions, and is always ready to deal with unexpected changes.

Because of this, after seeing the old man in this eighth level, he was a little suspicious in his heart.

Because the old man's vestments are decayed, but his skin and flesh are still intact, which is really a little weird.

What's more, faintly, Fang Xing actually sensed a trace of anger from the old man.

Taishang Dao Tong, within the nine passes of the heavens, how can there be living people?

This discovery made Fang Xing's heart furious!

deliberately pretended not to find anything, and quietly approached, just to give the old man a moment.

Especially when he felt that the bronze mirror was about to penetrate into his sea of knowledge, he couldn't help it and directly burst out.

It doesn't matter what it is, chop it first.

It's just that all the actions are under his control, but he didn't expect that he couldn't kill this old man.

Fang Xing immediately found that this old man's cultivation was unimaginable, and with a smile on his face, he wanted to anoint the soles of his feet......

"Wrong?How can it be wrong?As long as I come here, it's the person I'm waiting for, not to mention ......" The old cultivator with his head hanging down slowly raised his head, and there was a ghost fire beating in his sunken eye sockets: "...... You brought my bronze mirror?"

"You...... Your bronze mirror?"

Rao is Fang Xing at this time was bent on escaping, and when he heard this, he was taken aback, and looked up at the old cultivator.

Similar to a skeleton, but not a skeleton, above the bones, there is a layer of dark and shriveled skin, the hair has fallen off, only a few wisps remain, the whole person is like a dried corpse that has been dried in the desert for several years, more like a dead man than a dead man, and his appearance, although he has taken off his human form, skin and flesh wrapped in bones, but faintly, but also a little familiar......

With a slight turn in his mind, Fang Xing thought of a possibility, and his little liver couldn't help but plop and jump.

He had seen this old cultivator, but what he saw was a portrait.

"You...... You are...... Hate...... Hate ......"

Seeing that he recognized him, Lao Xiu sighed lightly, and was about to reply: "That's right, I just hate the Heavenly Ancestor!"

However, before he could speak, Fang Xing had already shouted out the next half of the sentence: "Hate the old bastard?"

Old Xiu was speechless, silent for a long time, and did not answer.

Fang Xing didn't speak, his eyes dripping.

"Now it's out there...... What's going on? Is there still a legacy of the old man's hatred for the sky?"

Lao Xiu suddenly spoke again, and sighed as if he was a little confused: "Alas, if it's still there, after the old man gets out of trouble, the first thing he will do is to destroy this group of unscrupulous descendants, fuck...... Obviously, they were asked to use the bronze mirror that my doppelganger brought out, and choose a suitable body to come in and help the old man get out of trouble, but thousands of years have passed, how come they haven't even seen a ghost shadow......?

"Fuck, what a bastard......"

Fang Xing's hairs stood up on his back, he was not afraid of ghosts, but he was afraid of people.

Especially this person turned out to be an old monster who has been sitting in the legend of the ruins for an unknown number of years...... Hate the Heavenly Ancestor!

"Hehe, senior, it turned out to be you, it seems that I was able to successfully pass the first seven levels, and it is also your credit......"

Fang Xing was frightened in his heart, but he laughed on his face, and while laughing, he took a step forward, looking like that, it seemed that he wanted to get closer and say something, but suddenly, his figure shook forward, and then rushed backwards like lightning.

Whoa......

Almost at the same moment, one hundred and eight thousand swords manifested behind Fang Xing, turning into a golden light and fleeing into the distance.

"Hehe, you're still a little fox, but no matter how slippery you are, how can you get out of trouble in the old man's thousand-year-old game?"

It seemed that there was only one breath left, and the hating ancestor laughed in a low voice, and the thin paws raised their heads with effort, and gently hooked into the void, and in an instant, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and all the halls and black soil were gone, and the entire heaven and earth turned into a far-away and boundless chess scale, and countless black and white hills were dotted with stars, and a mysterious and complex chess game was laid out. (To be continued......)

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