I just want to be a quiet man

flood.

Cui Wei, a group of peaks, are listed like a screen.

In the lush valley, thousands of spiritual flowers, Yao grass are green and lovely, and they are ostentatious.

The chessboard is silent, fighting black and white.

The dotted sunspots are like a prairie fire, with 21 white stones walking among them, the situation is already precarious.

Dressed in a white robe, he sat beside the stone table, holding a chess piece in his hand, motionless.

Suddenly, with a flick of his wide sleeve, He dropped another son.

despair!

Bai Zi settled down, and a figure with a simple robe and a frightened face, which made the living beings look like falling into an abyss, appeared immediately.

"Fu Qiong" quickly looked around.

At this time, the white-robed immortal raised his head immediately, and said in a faint voice: "Life is like a dream, free time!"

Hearing this, "Fu Qiong" came back to his senses, got up immediately, and went towards the layman.

It seems that the robes that have faded after repeated washing quickly disappeared among the numerous flowers and trees. The surrounding grass is luxuriant, the river is surging, and the number of white pieces on the chessboard is already as many as 22.

In the void, shadows like light ink stains emerged, and the buildings were like nightmares. The peaks suddenly rose and collapsed, and the rivers suddenly widened and disappeared. The grandeur was like a mirage.

On the side of the chessboard, the rocks are jagged and rounded, and the moss in the gaps turns from emerald green to pale yellow, and then from pale yellow to dark green, with moss flowers emerging.

In an instant, the four seasons alternate, all things come and go, and all living beings wither and prosper...In an instant, it seems that the years are turning countless times, and the time is rushing.

In the flourishing valley, countless beautiful flowers and grasses, countless rare spiritual plants, countless rare flowers and trees...all fade away like a cloud of smoke, as if hidden in the ancient time.

Nothingness appeared, expanding rapidly.

At the moment of snapping fingers, the huge valley is already empty.

Only the endgame is clear, and the white clothes are like snow.

By the side of the chessboard, strange figures quietly appeared.

Some of these figures are as erratic as mist, twisting and changing all the time; Revealing the traces of the monster clan; some are suspended in the air, their bodies are chaotic like clouds, without eyes, nose, mouth, and ears; Tree bark, vertical pupils like torches; there are also endless changes, sometimes monster-like, sometimes human-like, sometimes ghost-like...

In the nothingness, traces of methods such as spells and supernatural powers remained, and they slowly dissipated like smoke.

One of the burly figures like a mountain withdrew their eyes coldly, their voice roared like thunder, and said in a stern voice: "Don't try!"

"We are not in the same time and space as the famous human race that appeared just now."

"No matter what means, we can't touch that human race."

The other figures nodded slightly, but did not reply.

The gazes of all the figures were staring at the chessboard in front of them without blinking.

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flood.

Ten days in the sky, shining thousands of miles.

All the prosperity and prosperity of the night have disappeared, and the vast water vapor has disappeared.

Thousands of living beings are hidden, and as far as the eye can see, there is nothing else except the rolling yellow sand and gravel everywhere.

The continuous sand dunes meander like belts and undulate like tombs.

Between the vast world, there is only a figure in a black shirt, standing in the air, his face expressionless, motionless.

The terrific real fire of the sun burst down, which could instantly annihilate the light and heat of countless living beings. For Pei Ling's replica body, not only did it not cause any harm, but it made its texture glow, as if it was even stronger.

It seems that the thousands of miles of yellow sand, the boundless sky, and the brilliant ten days are all set against the background of its existence. The heat wave is raging, and all living beings retreat, and it is the only one, standing proudly in the universe!

Without warning, a figure appeared beside Pei Ling's replica body.

His robes are crude and rough, like a scholar who has no ambitions in the world, his face is as deep as a mountain, and the trembling and fear that makes the living beings can't help but be "fu poor"!

He stepped out of the valley, and the surrounding scene changed drastically. Heat waves were rolling in all directions, and there was no grass growing. A very familiar figure happened to be standing within reach of his side.

"Fu Qiong" was startled when he saw Pei Ling's engraved body, but after he realized it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Good luck!

As soon as he entered Honghuang, he appeared directly next to Pei Ling!

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" immediately asked, "Pei Ling, how is the situation now?"

Pei Ling's replica body maintained its original expression and posture, without any reaction.

"Fu Qiong" frowned, and then realized that Pei Ling's state was very wrong!

In this body, there are only laws, without any consciousness!

He was startled suddenly, Pei Ling is a Mahayana of 81 kalpas, what happened to him? !

When his thoughts turned, "Fu Qiong" quickly spread his spiritual thoughts, wanting to explore the surrounding environment.

However, just as his divine sense left the range of ten feet around Pei Ling, a burst of scorching pain suddenly felt in his mind!

"Fu Qiong" quickly withdrew his divine thoughts, and the breath around his body surged like the tides. After a while, he just took a breath, but he was already burned by the real fire of the sun!

His face sank, and a figure exactly like him appeared beside him.

This figure is exactly the same as his attire, breath, manner..., but it is his incarnation.

Immediately afterwards, "Fu Qiong" had a thought, and this incarnation immediately cast an escape method and fled to a distance.

However, just ten feet away from Pei Ling, the avatar immediately turned into pitch-black powder and fell down, without even struggling, it just vanished into ashes!

Before the pile of ashes fell to the ground, they were continuously ignited by the real fire of the big sun, and quickly burned into nothingness without a trace.

Looking at this scene, "Fu Qiong"'s expression darkened, and he immediately understood that no matter what happened to Pei Ling right now, as long as he was within ten feet of this junior, he would die immediately!

It's not that there is any existence attacking them, it's just that his current cultivation strength can't withstand the shining ten days above the sky!

No wonder!

There was a period of time before, during the existence of the Mahayana period, one came in and one died.

Originally thought that they encountered an extremely dangerous situation.

In fact, it is only because the time when those Mahayanas entered happened to be daytime!

The chess game of this prehistoric battle is far more dangerous than he imagined!

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" immediately said in a deep voice: "'Zisai', 'Zisai'..."

After calling the honorary title of "Zisai" more than ten times in a row, there was silence in "Fuqiong"'s ears, only the wind and sand were rolling, but there was no response at all, and his expression immediately became dignified.

In the current situation, he doesn't know who is actually alive in this prehistoric period, but there are two people who are definitely not dead now!

One, of course, is Pei Ling.

This is the introduction of this fairy road, if it falls, the chess game will directly fail.

All followers will surely die!

Second, it is the "Purple Seal" of Yanxi City...

The opponent was the last Mahayana to enter the chess game before him.

After "Zi Sai" entered the game, the chess game went on until just now, without any white pieces being taken.

Therefore, Su Zhentian's "Mo Gui" and Wushi Villa's "Yiyi" who entered the game before "Zisai" may all die, but "Zisai" of Yanxi City is definitely still alive!

It's just that he calls the other party's title now, but the other party doesn't respond...

Is "Zisai" now in a desperate situation and unable to respond?

Or... can't respond?

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" then spoke again: "'Disaster'...'Disaster'..."

Called the title of "Woe" several times, but "Fu Qiong" also did not get any response.

He pondered slightly, except that Pei Ling and "Zisai" were absolutely not dead, among the rest of the Mahayana, only "Woe" has the highest possibility of survival!

The day before, "Yingyan" from Han'an Sword Sect, "Ju Yu" from Tianshengjiao, and Snake Xiu from Qingyao Mountain entered the game one after another, and they all died when they entered the game!

Only when it was "misfortune"'s turn, relying on the cause and effect between him and Pei Ling, did the white pieces in the chess game not continue to fall.

Even, even his entry this time is because of the example of "disaster"...

But now, neither "Zisai" nor "Woe" responded...

With a flash of thought, "Fu Qiong" immediately said again in a deep voice: "'Yingyan'...'Yingyan'..."

After calling more than a dozen times, "Fu Qiong" was about to stop when he heard a fairly familiar voice in his ear: "What do you want me to do?"

This is the voice of "Yingyan" of the Cold Dark Sword Sect!

"Fu Qiong" fell silent for a moment, but he didn't intend to answer anything.

However, "Fu Qiong" did not respond, and the voice of "Yingyan" began to echo in his ears, and quickly became louder: "What do you want me to do?"

"What's wrong with me!"

"Find me……"

"What's the matter?"

"What is it!!!"

The sound waves were as mighty as the essence, stirring back and forth in the ears of "Fu Qiong", with him and Pei Ling as the center, layers of sandstorms were set off in the desert, and swept towards the surroundings.

The atmosphere of chaos, coldness, depravity, evil... seems to come suddenly from somewhere, attacking the whole body of "Fu Qiong".

"Fu Qiong" was slightly pale, he stood motionless in the void beside Pei Ling, his expression did not change, but a stream of blood gradually flowed from his ears...

After a while, the rough gravel slapped down, like a gust of wind and rain.

In the rustling sound, the voice of "Yingyan" finally gradually subsided.

"Fu Qiong" suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his face became extremely gloomy.

Among all the Mahayanas who entered the game, "Yingyan" from Han'an Sword Sect, "Juyu" from Tianshengjiao, and Snake Xiu from Qingyao Mountain, these three must have died!

A fallen existence was answering his call in a decent manner, and the power in his voice... almost made him, a Mahayana monk, unable to bear it!

It wasn't "Yingyan" who responded to him just now, but a terrifying immortal with a fake name!

"Can't travel in the daytime..."

"You can't respond to any voice at will..."

"Only these two points for the time being..."

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" used several methods to explore other taboos in the wild.

However, without exception, any method, as long as it is more than ten feet away from Pei Ling's body, it will be burned instantly by the real fire of the sun...

Soon, "Fu Qiong" stopped, restrained his breath, and stood quietly beside Pei Ling.

In the current situation, he can only wait patiently for the dark.

Or, wait for Pei Ling to recover.

Other than that, he can't go anywhere...

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Netherworld.

Li city.

【Inanimate Realm】.

In the gray and white space, Pei Lingxuan was hunting.

In front of him, an extremely bleak passage that seemed to disappear at any time was bursting with majestic vitality.

Accompanied by the bubbling vitality, there are ten rounds of brilliant sun, the heat waves are rolling, and the light shines thousands of miles away, returning from the passage quickly.

Soon, ten days roared and landed behind Pei Ling, and returned to the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness in a blink of an eye.

Above the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the huge tree's shadow swayed slightly, its branches and leaves were whirling, and it had happily supported its ten rounds of sun.

At the same time, Pei Ling felt that his cultivation had entered a whole new level!