After seeing the battle of wits and courage between the ancient gods, the tide in Nezha's heart has not yet calmed down: "In the end, Tsing Yi won, although he didn't win this game of chess!"

Before Xuankong could answer, suddenly, a voice came from the darkness: "This is a game of chess with no winner, both of them are losers!"

Nezha was startled, turned his head sharply, and saw a man in a blue shirt standing behind him, looking at him and Xuankong kindly, with a smile on his face. The man looked at Xuankong and said, "Tsing Yi saw Mai vomiting blood and dying, and he was so excited that he couldn't stop laughing: 'Mai, Mai, I finally let you die in my hands today!' He laughed three times and cried three times, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. ”

Xuankong frowned and reflected on the scene he saw in the scene just now: "The great god of Tsing Yi and the great god of Mai have the same mana, and in this game of chess, I am afraid that it is close to the appearance of running out of oil and drying up." ”

The man in the blue shirt watched Xuankong and Nezha being bounced away by the golden light on the stone table, he walked over and said: "This is called the Zhenlong chess game, the Mai God was dead back then, but the Tsing Yi God was also Zhenyuan Turbulence, and all his blood was squeezed out of this game of chess. He shook his head: "Mai is dead, this game of chess is still not finished, the chess situation is like this, I have nothing to do, just call it Zhenlong." That's where Zhenlong comes from. ”

The blue-shirted man said again: "The god of Tsing Yi once left his last words before he died, and the one who can break the treasure is the master of the punishment heaven. With that, he fell to the ground, and the brothers died together. ”

Xuankong glanced at the chess game on the stone table, and didn't dare to urge the true yuan: "This game Zhenlong is left by the two gods of ancient Tsing Yi and Mai Yi, and the way of heaven is combined. ”

The blue-shirted man looked at Xuankong and nodded, "Yes, your vision is unique!"

He let out a long sigh and said, "After the death of these two gods, the spirit and blood were attached to the chessboard. When many gods heard about this, they came from all over the world to see the game, but when they saw it, the door of the cave was immediately closed, and those who could not crack it were all killed in the cave. Over the years, the gods have known that they are powerful, and no matter how curious they are, they dare not come again. ”

Xuankong was thrilled by his gaze, and knew that the man in the blue shirt wanted to let himself try to break the game, but he had already seen the game between the god of Tsing Yi and the god of Mai in the illusion just now.

For their understanding of the Heavenly Dao, as well as the realm of chess, they are all ashamed of themselves.

Those who practice should not be afraid, but they should not act blindly.

So he could only turn a blind eye to the encouragement of the man in the blue shirt, and shook his head gently. Instead, Nezha over there nodded and said to himself, "Now I understand, I'm an unlucky person." lost Yuanyang, and didn't know how to play chess, but he just looked at this Laoshi Zi Zhenlong. Looks like I'm going to die in this hole too. ”

Xuankong's eyes lit up, and he immediately grabbed Nezha's fan arm and said, "Nezha God, I'm afraid that only you can try to crack one or two in this game!"

The blue-shirted man looked at Nezha and nodded, "Although I don't know how you got here, but since you saw the Zhenlong chess game, you can't go any further, unless someone of you can crack it!"

Nezha looked at him and said coldly: "No one in the world has been able to keep my footsteps!"

The man in the blue shirt smiled: "You can give it a try!"

Nezha looked at the blue-shirted man for a long time, and sighed long: "It's a pity that my spirit is lost, otherwise, don't say that this small cave, even the spiritual mountain of the Buddha will be difficult to trap me." ”

Xuankong sighed and said: "Nezha Great God, this is not the bottom of the mountain, but the battlefield of the Lich Tribulation, and I don't know how many ancient prohibitions are densely covered, if we don't open the mechanism passage, otherwise it will be difficult to leave." ”

Nezha was taken aback: "Buzhou Mountain, is it the ruins left of Buzhou Mountain, the Heavenly Pillar that supported the sky in ancient times?"

The man in the blue shirt said, "Exactly." This is the bottom of the Buzhou Mountain, and the Buzhou Mountain is infinitely large, and you should know this. And this little brother can still come here after seeing you lose your primordial spirit, which is enough to show that you are an extraordinary person. If what I expected is right, you should be a Taiyi Immortal?"

Nezha nodded: "My name is Nezha, and I was a Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivator before the loss of the Yuan Shen." ”

The blue-shirted man nodded: "Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars Sea Society, although I have never seen you, but I have heard of your name for a long time." He looked at Xuankong again: "So, this little brother, which great god in the heavenly realm are you?"

Xuankong laughed self-deprecatingly, made a mockery, and introduced himself: "I am Xuankong, a qi refiner who practiced in Laoshan Mountain, and I am also a Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivator. ”

As soon as he said this, the blue-shirted man and Nezha were all taken aback.

Nezha didn't expect that this Xuankong, who claimed to have only inherited the fragment of the unified page of Wen Zhong Tianzun Dao, actually had a Taiyi Golden Immortal Dao line that was comparable to himself. The blue-shirted man emitted a blue light in his eyes, enveloping Xuankong's body.

Xuankong didn't feel threatened from the blue light, so he let go of the prohibition on his body and let the blue-shirted man investigate. The blue-shirted man probed for a while, and then he retracted the blue light in his eyes, and couldn't help but be a little shocked: "Your little brother has only practiced for a hundred years, and I can't imagine that he has actually cultivated the Taiyi Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, it is really true, and the future life is terrifying!"

Xuankong smiled, looked at the man in blue and asked, "But I still don't understand, who are you, senior, and why do you live in seclusion at the bottom of this mountain?"

The blue-shirted man let out a long sigh and said, "If it were someone else, I would still have some prevarication, but since it is the two of you at the moment, it is better to tell the truth." ”

He said: "Nezha and Xuankong, have you two ever heard the story of the Heavenly Emperor Jun Bu's trick ** Wu Clan Gonggong and Zhu Rong's two ancestral witches fighting each other during the Lich War 140,000 eons ago?"

Xuankong nodded: "Water Witch Gong, Fire Witch Zhurong, of course we have heard of it for a long time!"

Nezha also nodded in agreement.

The blue-shirted man said: "The Ancestor of Water and the Ancestor of Fire Zhurong fought a big battle, and when both were defeated, the Demon Clan launched an attack on the Witch Clan. The two ancestral witches knew that they were deceived, but Zhu Rong had been seriously injured in the hands of the co-workers, so he handed over all his ancestral witch blood to the co-workers, and then blew up his body to block the first full-scale attack of the demon clan for the Wu clan, and then the Lich War officially began. ”

In the later battle, the Wu clan lost, and the ancestor of the water, the witch Gonggong, fought a decisive battle in the Buzhou Mountain. Before the decisive battle, Gonggong conjured up the true body of the Ancient Ancestor Witch, and angrily collided with Buzhou Mountain, resulting in the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar, the cracking of the sky, and the water of the Heavenly River pouring into the world. When the man in blue said this, he sighed again: "I am the ancestor of water!" (To be continued.) )