The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Ouyang's expression froze, and then he said with a relaxed face: "What do I think it is? If the master uncle wants my body, I really can't resist it!"

The sound still jumped out, as if it was a small thing.

Dong Xuzi looked at the young man in front of him. He also didn't understand why the senior brother was so harsh on Ouyang.

Ouyang has obviously carried too many things, but he still needs more from him.

It's clear that Ouyang has nothing left in front of him, but he is still exploiting something from him.

But the elder brother's words were extremely firm. If he couldn't see Ouyang's eyes, it would be impossible to hand over the position of Demon Lord to Chen Changsheng.

Chongming, who wanted his eyes, didn't take it seriously, and Ouyang, who wanted his eyes, didn't take it seriously either, but Dong Xuzi, who was caught in the middle, seemed extremely difficult.

The more indifferent Ouyang's voice was, the more it sounded like a soft knife stabbing into his heart.

It was obviously the junior whom he had seen since childhood, but he reached out to ask for something from the junior, and what he wanted was a pair of eyes.

"What are you thinking about? Let's do it!" Ouyang looked at the squirming Dong Xuzi and said inexplicably.

In Ouyang's heart, this simple transaction is an extremely satisfying transaction!

How can it be worth it to exchange a pair of eyes for a permanent identity in this world?

As for losing a pair of eyes, what does it mean to a monk?

I have read many novels in which a blind man is the protagonist.

How rare!

Dong Xuzi turned his head unbearably, the whisk in his hand shook slightly, and a silk thread from the whisk fell down from the whisk.

The silk thread grew long in the wind and turned into a white ribbon, flying towards Ouyang's face.

As the ribbon floated in, Ouyang's eyes fell into darkness.

The ribbon gently covered Ouyang's eyes and tied a knot on the back of Ouyang's head.

Ouyang, who was blindfolded, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and chuckled and murmured: "I originally thought that when I was blind, there would be darkness in front of me, but I didn't expect it to be nothing but gray!"

A small box appeared in Dong Xuzi's hand. Looking at Ouyang, who was dressed in a green shirt with white ribbons tied around his eyes, he couldn't help but feel sore in his eyes and whispered: "I'm leaving first! You..."

The words of comfort came to his lips, but they were swallowed by Dong Xuzi. Before Ouyang could reply, Dong Xuzi disappeared in front of Ouyang.

Ouyang sighed and thought silently in his mind to open the system. The golden attribute panel could no longer be seen in his gray eyes.

From time to time, the system's mechanical prompts sounded in my ears: "Warning! Warning! The host's true essence has dropped to a dangerous level! The host's true essence has dropped to a dangerous level!..."

I have been warned for several years, but nothing has happened to me. What a waste!

I often cursed the waste system in my mind.

The noisy repetitive sound made Ouyang close the panel. He sighed in his heart that he couldn't even see the system panel. He originally thought he could find some loopholes, but it seems that he can't!

But whether he can see it or not, it doesn't seem to make any difference to him.

Now that this big game of chess has been overturned by him in advance, everyone is no longer able to play the chess, and they can't make any moves.

If you want to achieve the final victory on this world chessboard, there are only two methods left.

Either quietly watch the chess pieces dominate the chessboard, or enter the chessboard as a piece.

This was the meaning of what the master left to Leng Qingsong.

"The chess players are just spectators, but the chess pieces are the ones who really dominate the chess game!"

The curtain opened.

After countless years of planning, how could you just be a quiet bystander just because the chessboard was overturned?

Everyone will turn into a chess piece and fall on the chess game of heaven and earth just as Ouyang thought!

Those who play chess will eventually become pawns.

Ouyang smiled, he turned into a chess piece and landed on this chessboard ten years earlier than them!

After spending so many years of real energy, the chessboard almost took its own shape.

I have such an advantage, and I don’t even plan to win this time, so how can I lose?

If you don’t win, you win; if you don’t lose, you lose!

Ouyang is now convinced of what Dong Xuzi and the others want to do.

It has to be said that what Dong Xuzi and the others do is full of the romanticism of the world of cultivating immortals!

Sacrifice yourself and dedicate yourself to all living beings!

Ouyang commented on this: It's so touching, so stupid to the extreme!

Now this false lie has been torn down by his second son.

With the second child being banished into chaos, how could those mice hiding in the dark endure it?

Leng Qingsong exists to pierce the false sky and reopen the path to immortality!

Tearing down the curtain in the sky and reopening the path to immortality are two different things!

Only Li Taibai can open the sky curtain that Li Taibai incarnates.

Therefore, the only one who can tear apart this false world is the second son who has inherited Li Taibai's inheritance.

But reopening the immortal road is different!

Now that the shielded way of heaven has reappeared in the world, everyone can have a glimpse of the avenue of heaven and earth.

Without him, Li Taibai would naturally have countless geniuses who could glimpse this immortal path!

The first person to return to the path of immortality will naturally receive great blessings and great opportunities from heaven and earth!

Now Leng Qingsong, who is most likely to become an immortal, has been exiled into chaos.

Then who in this world is closer to the path of immortality than these old immortals?

Of course they are those great monks who have been in the ninth level of calamity for countless years!

Although he has never transformed his soul into a true spirit, he has never entrusted himself to the Tao for a day!

But these monks who are above the ninth level of transcending tribulation are already extremely close to the Tao.

Compared with these old immortals, the only difference is that after the way of heaven is opened, you can get a glimpse of the avenue of heaven and earth.

Thus transformed into an immortal!

And if these old immortals want to ascend to heaven again and have mastered the reincarnation of the world, they have only two options.

The first one is to break away from reincarnation, start practicing again, and rebuild your own way. Naturally, you can improve your strength a hundred times faster than ordinary monks.

But now that the false sky has been torn apart, the two realms are hanging upside down, and a war is imminent, who can guarantee that he will not die in the catastrophe when he rebuilds his life?

Even if he can survive the catastrophe and reach the realm of immortality, there are so many monks in this world who have reached the ninth level of tribulation.

I'm afraid that if those monks who have transcended the ninth level of tribulation have become immortals, I will still be following my own path of cultivating immortality!

The old immortals who have lived for tens of millions of years will naturally not choose this path, so they actually have only one way to go.

That is to find the monk container that suits you best!

Just like Mu Yunhai in Penglai Fairy Mountain.

The immortal seizes the body!

This is the origin of Tianbang!

And Dong Xuzi and the others predicted the immortals' prediction of seizing the body!

After reasoning backwards, Ouyang predicted Dong Xuzi's prediction of the immortal's prediction of seizing the body.

Although it is a bit convoluted, it is true.

Ouyang stood there. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief. A silver needle stained with blood was put into the storage space by Ouyang without leaving any trace.

The corners of his mouth that were originally smiling were slightly lowered, and he put his fingers in his mouth to stop the bleeding.

Now, without the stimulation of pain, it would be easy for him to fall into dementia.

Ouyang felt the gray emptiness of Western Zhou Dynasty and murmured in a low voice:

"Don't you know that I can't see it now? You still leave me here alone..."