I just want to be a quiet man

The sacrificial incense was burning blazingly, and the smoke became more and more powerful.

Like a blue sparrow flying, it quickly engulfed the entire cliff.

All the statues that entered the mist seemed to be aware of it, and they became more and more agile in a vague way.

Wearing a dark Taoist robe, he stood in the air, raised his hands above the top of the tripod, bowed his steps, and danced in the air in a very simple and mysterious way.

There is no sound in the void, only the fragrant mist permeates the air, coiling and churning, as if dancing with it.

This kind of dance is not intense, and every movement is full of solemnity and solemnity, which is quite different from the current one, as if returning from the ancient times.

The pale black Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, turning around in the dance room, one can see that he has bright eyebrows and a tall and straight figure, looking like a young man.However, the hair is white, the eyes are deep, and it seems that countless years have passed, and the breath around the body is indifferent, and the wind, the water, the trees and flowers... are all like one, fresh and vigorous.

This sacrificial dance has been carried out for 49 days.

One worship for three days, one dance for seven days, and burning incense for nine days... He is very proficient in the whole process.

However, on the cliff he was looking at, there was no change except for a few inspirations.

The pale black figure looked calm, never showing the slightest impatience.

At the end of a sacrificial dance, he summoned Qingquan Huanshou, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then got up and danced again.

This time, he stepped on a few beats, and immediately felt something, and looked at somewhere above.

Through the thick fog, all the statues could be vaguely seen without any movement, but this cliff seemed to "live".

Vigorous vitality is coming!

The already abundant inspiration in this place has become more intense, and countless ordinary plants and trees seem to be born with wisdom at this moment.

Suddenly, on the cliff, one of the figures flickered slightly.

The surrounding scenery and all the colors faded instantly, and the whole world turned into a chaotic space in an instant.

At the same time, an ethereal and lofty aura descended profusely!

This is the breath of "immortal"!

Even though the pale black figure is already in the realm of Mahayana, he immediately felt the terror and coercion, rolling down!

Even though he was a Mahayana of 64 kalpas, he still couldn't look directly at it, couldn't bear it, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately stopped dancing, looked away from the cliff, and bowed his head: "The disciple of the younger generation, 'Xiang Zai', respectfully invites Patriarch Xian'an! "

On the cliff, the old figure spoke in a distant voice: "But it's time to start the Floating Chess game again?"

"Xiang Zai" respectfully said: "Return to Patriarch, that's right!"

The person in front of him is the Patriarch of Jiuyi Mountain who ascended to the Immortal Realm when the Floating Life Chess Game was opened last time, "Xiao Zheng"!

All the nine sects have the means to communicate with the upper realm, but every time the mortals send a message, the price is extremely high, and they need to sacrifice all their energy. Therefore, each sect will only contact the upper realm on the eve of the opening of the immortal road.

Therefore, even though "Xiangzai" has not spoken yet, senior "Xiaozheng" already knows why he came.

"Xiao Zheng" quickly said: "The sky is strict, immortals do not meet with ordinary people."

"Even if it is my fellow disciple, you can't be too partial."

"Now you can only ask one thing, and I will try to answer it in detail."

"Xiang Zai" nodded, and immediately said: "Patriarch, this time the four sects of the magic sect are communicating with the upper realm, and they are asking about immortal skills."

"As for the chess game, it's my turn to ask for advice."

"What I want to ask this time is the luck of this chess game."

Fragrant mist lingered like clouds, mountains and seas of mist, blurring "Xiao Zheng"'s face and figure, and he fell silent for a while, before saying, "Good luck!"

"Xiang Zai" looked unchanged, and immediately asked: "Why?"

"Xiao Zheng" nodded slightly, it was the same question.

What he said next was a detailed answer to this question, and this move did not violate the rules of heaven!

In fact, every time the nine sects communicate with the upper realm, they can ask one question, which together make up nine questions.

In order to get more and more favorable clues, these nine questions have already been thoroughly memorized by the Nine Schools of Research.Every question can play a huge role in the chess game.

Therefore, "Xiao Zheng" continued: "Every game of Floating Life is related to the previous game."

"Last time in the Floating Life Chess game, the Xianlu Yinzi was the 'Eternal Evil' of Chongming Sect."

"The chess game he drew is the beginning of the Great Desolation War."

"In the end, he failed to ascend, and all those who participated in the game that time died."

"That chess game failed, and the next chess player who needs to play the game is basically the same endgame."

"Therefore, the Floating Life Chess game last time was an ominous omen."

Hearing this, "Xiang Zai" frowned, and immediately asked: "The last game of Floating Life Chess was also a battle of prehistoric times?"

"Then this time..."

"Xiao Zheng" shook his head slightly and said, "No!"

"We were able to ascend successfully that time, of course we won another chess game!"

"The chess game at that time was a time when foreign races oppressed the world, power and status were like cooking oil in a raging fire, and the human race was declining like grass."

"It's very possible that this situation is because our introduction to the fairy road that time was a 'curse'."

"It's not a monk of the Nine Sects, and it's not the path of the Nine Sects to ascend to immortality. It's not even a human race."

"Therefore, the chess game of the Great Desolation War did not continue."

Speaking of this, "Xiao Zheng" said again, "The chess game that has appeared before will not appear again within nine rounds of ascension."

"In this chess game, there will be no more prehistoric battles."

"As long as the introduction is not too weak, it should go very smoothly."

"Xiang Zai" heard the words, felt certain in his heart, couldn't help but nodded slightly, and immediately said: "The strength of the introduction this time should be the best in history!"

"Thank you senior for your pointer!"

"Xiao Zheng" didn't speak any more, the inspiration on the cliff quietly faded away.

At the same time, the sacrificial incense in the cauldron suddenly accelerated to burn, and in a blink of an eye, thick smoke billowed and flames splashed, quickly burning the entire cauldron of sacrificial incense to ashes.

Just when the last piece of sacrificial incense in the cauldron turned into flying ash and fell, under the entire high cliff, colors emerged little by little, the chaotic space faded away, and the original lush vegetation and inspiration reappeared.

At this moment, that ethereal, lofty "immortal" aura has completely disappeared.

"Xiang Zai" stepped forward and left the secret place.

His figure instantly appeared on an inconspicuous solitary peak among the numerous peaks of Nine Yi Mountain, and the strong wind blew through his clothes, "Xiang Zai" turned his head to look in the direction of Liulu Dynasty, and said directly via voice transmission: "Good luck! "

Chapter 94: Ten thousand monsters come to court.

The greedy dynasty.

Emperor Garden.

deep.

The five-color altar stands between the mountains, and the 99-level alchemy has a simple and simple atmosphere. Even if there are runes to ward off dust, there are still some Yaohuaqi grass in the gaps, growing tenaciously.

Under the altar, there is a solemn person holding a carefully selected five kinds of spiritual grains and five kinds of specially brewed spirit wine in their hands, standing awe-inspiring in the scent of new valleys and wine.

There are many crown beads, covering the face, but the whole body is majestic, majestic, vast, and solemn.

In his ear, the voice of "Xiang Zai" suddenly sounded: "Good luck!"

The Taishang Emperor of the Zhongkui family opened his eyes. In an instant, there seemed to be lightning lighting up the sky. He nodded slightly and looked at the towering altar in front of him.

If the result of Jiu Yi Shan's question is a big ominous one, the next question he will ask is about the chess game...

And right now, the chess game is auspicious, so what he wants to ask is which side of the world to choose for this ascension...

After all, the introduction to the fairy road this time was able to fight the demon emperor during the tribulation period, and in the end, he retreated from Xunmu's hands... It was the "Eternal Evil" who had 64 kalpas back then, and with all his power, he was able to fight against the demon emperor. Leaving one arm in Qingyao Mountain!

With such background, after Pei Ling Mahayana, even if the Yao Emperor uses Xunmu's body, he may not be his opponent!

Therefore, this chess game, even if it is just Xiaoji, is insignificant.

Thinking of this, the Taishang Emperor Kui's family had a thought, and a breeze suddenly came out, circling around him, arranging his clothes again.

Immediately, he raised his head slightly, took five grains and five wines, and stepped up the steps, ready to communicate with the upper world...

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three days later.

The sun slowly lifted into the sky.

Qingyao Mountain.

Yuyuan is still desolate, and the towering Xunmu, together with the many coffins on it, is the only scenery here.

Even though thousands of monster races are gathered in one place right now, and the breath of life is like torches dotted around, it still cannot dispel the dead silence and sorrow left here since the prehistoric times.

All the monster clans, after arriving, do not need to order, without any words, all headed by the patriarch, leading all the fellow clans who came, first to the bank of Yuyuan, looking at the Xunmu, the elders of the clan, solemnly kneel down and sacrifice.

The whole process was unguided and reminded, but orderly.

After paying homage to the ancestors of the monster clan, they retreated from the bank of Yuyuan. In the vast wilderness, according to their own strength, they chose a piece of land to inhabit and waited patiently.

Plant demons, monsters of tigers, leopards and wolves, monsters of snakes...these ordinary species dare not come forward, and they all wait in fear when they enter Yuyuan.In the middle are some monster races with special bloodlines, such as the sparrow, which is a kind of bird monster, shaped like a chicken, with white-headed rat feet and tiger claws. In ancient times, it ate people.

There are also heels, owl-like, one-clawed, and pig-tailed, which can spread plagues.

There is also Shi Ju, this kind of monster monkey, but petite, only one foot tall, but gifted with supernatural powers, he can command a group of monkeys, confuse the human race, and eat their brains.

There are many races with similar strength and status to them, such as Shengyu, Yamo, Shuhu, Shushou, Shusi, Shuihu, Cangsi, Jisi, Suoyu, Broken Snake, Taishe... At this moment, all the clans are present. In the vast wilderness, demon heads gathered for a while, rubbing shoulders and heels, and there was a tendency to sweat like rain.

It's just that no matter how crowded they are, all the monster clans keep a considerable distance from the monster clan standing at the front and closest to the bank of Yu Yuan, and when looking at these monster clans, they all lower their heads and lower their eyes , very respectful.

Thousands of monsters come to court, and there are only a handful of ethnic groups who are qualified to stand at the forefront.

Hide, Fei, Snake Repair, Gu Diao, Yuxue Tianhu, Nine Lives Cat... Among them, there are only three who stand in front of all the monster clans and face Xunmu directly.

Hideous, scorpion, snake repair.

At this moment, the group of monsters are all in their original form, ferocious like a red leopard, with five tails and one horn, and a fierce face; a cow with a white head, one eye, and a snake tail, surrounded by plague; the snake is huge, like a towering mountain, with a head It has seven horns, a colorful body, and a poisonous mist that covers the entire body like a mountain haze.

The majestic coercion emitted by these three intentionally or unintentionally made all the monsters palpitate.

For a while, there was silence in the wilderness.

All the monster clans lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look at Qingluan above Xunmu.

According to their perception, Qingluan's body doesn't seem to be big, but in his body, the power is extremely powerful and terrifying.

The breath of Emperor Zun escaped from this body, filling the entire world.

That kind of antiquity from a long time ago makes all the monster race instinctively feel at ease.

"Greetings to Emperor Zun!" As the sun rose to the sky, all the monster clans knelt down in unison, bowing their heads solemnly to Qingluan on Xunmu.

The voice was magnificent, as if setting off an invisible wave in this dead, desolate and still desolate world.

Looking for wooden branches, countless coffins swayed gently, hitting each other with muffled sounds, like ancient music.

Qingluan overlooked the group of monsters, with sharp eyes, neither sorrow nor joy, only the calm after a long time of precipitation, he did not speak nonsense: "Since the prehistoric times, this emperor has supported the monster clan for countless years."

"My lifespan is not long now, and my destiny cannot be continued."

Under the Xunmu, needles could be heard in the original silence, and all the monster races respectfully listened to the demon emperor's words.

Hearing this, everyone showed panic.

Even the three demon venerables standing in the front, Hide, Fei, and Snake Xiu, were shocked.

He immediately said in a deep voice: "Di Zun, you can't die!"

Qingluan didn't look at it, and his tone didn't change at all, and continued: "This emperor can die, but the monster clan can't live without an emperor."

"Today there is a fairy planting medicine Qingying, who has both talents and virtues, a profound foundation, and prosperous luck, which can protect the ancestral land of my monster clan for thousands of generations."

"From now on, the position of Emperor Zun belongs to Yao Qingying!"

The ferocious complexion changed drastically, and the original ferocious expression became more and more violent: "Di Zun! Yao Qingying is a slave of the human race, how can I compare with you, Di Zun..."

Before he finished speaking, Qingluan's aura suddenly became extremely terrifying!

The powerful coercion made "Plop", who had no power to resist, fall to his knees, his body dropped to the ground, every muscle was constantly trembling, even though he struggled with all his strength, he couldn't say a word.