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Song Qianji has been through the Blood River Valley seven times in his previous life, accumulating a wealth of experience, as well as the information provided to him by the working soul in this life for extra points.Even if the incident happened suddenly, and I don't know where Miaoyan took it, I can find the direction quickly after some groping.

Song Qianji went to the deepest part of the secret realm to find someone.

According to Hua Wei's personal experience, he was chased and killed by the enemy, seriously injured and fell off a cliff, and saw a lake at first glance.

The Sansheng stone sinks at the bottom of the lake. On a full moon night, the lake can reflect the "past" and "future".

Today is three days away from the actual full moon.

"Which clone is this, and how many are there? Otherwise, please come out and meet me?"

The spirit pearl in Song Qianji's sleeve was shining red. He walked to the cliff and summoned the Shadowless Sword.

The cliffs were filled with thick fog.The rays of the rising sun cannot pierce the clouds and mists, and only cast vague shadows.

The figure on the opposite side was hidden in the fog, only the voice came:

"How did you know I was here?"

It was a clear boyish voice.

At the same time, there was a crisp "click" sound from the clouds and mist, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Guess." Song Qianji approached step by step, with a relaxed posture, "Blood River Valley is very big, but there are not many really important places. If you want to control the overall situation and make waves, you should use the power of the 'Three Lives Stone' to peek into the future."

Wuxiang appeared on the bank of the Red River for the first time, and there was a big Jiao sleeping in the river.

It appeared in the ice cave for the second time, and chaos was sealed under the cave.

If there is any place in the Blood River Valley that is the most special, or that can produce huge damage after being destroyed, it should be the deepest part of the secret realm. After all, the "Sansheng Stone" is at the bottom of the lake under the cliff.

Song Qianji held the Shadowless Sword in his hand, shaking it casually, like shaking a climbing stick.

"Aren't you afraid?" Wuxiang asked.

"What am I afraid of?" Song Qianji asked.

"Aren't you afraid that I lured you here on purpose?"

"Click, click."

The voice is sudden and urgent, like the drumbeats on the stage are urging, and the battlefield is close to each other.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "I'm alone at this moment, what else is there to be afraid of?"

For normal people, staying in the crowd feels more secure. Even if a person is not worried about being in danger, he should be afraid of being alone.

But for Song Qianji the situation is just the opposite.

"This time, how else can you let me choose?" Song Qianji asked.

Whether it's Honghe, or the ice cave underground palace, the opponent is good at creating difficulties with other people's lives, trying to force him to make a choice.

Wu Xiang sighed and said: "You killed me twice, and I lost twice, which means that the previous trick is useless to you, why should I waste my efforts. If this body dies again, I will only have the last clone left. You don't have to worry too much, I was seriously injured this time, and I haven't had more than ten years to recuperate, and I won't be able to support any more."

After he changed his youthful voice, his speaking tone, words and sentences also changed accordingly, like a young man of sixteen or seventeen.

The voice fell, the mountain wind picked up, and the dense fog dispersed slightly.The light from the gap in the clouds penetrates the sea of ​​clouds and shines into the cliff.

Song Qianji saw a young man in white sitting cross-legged under the bodhi tree.

There is an ebony chessboard in front of him, the battle of black and white pieces has just begun, there are only a dozen or so pieces, and it has not yet been achieved.

It turned out that the slow, sometimes urgent, clear and crisp sound was not the sound of sharp knives hitting each other, but the sound of pieces falling on a chessboard.

This chessboard is unremarkable, rough in workmanship, unpainted, and retains clear wood grain.But Song Qianji stared at it intently from the first time he saw it, and even stopped looking at Wuxiang.

"Playing chess?" Wu Xiang asked.

Song Qianji raised his eyebrows: "I said last time that no matter the ends of the world, you will be killed by the sword. Do you remember?"

"Of course. I still remember that you left "Star Reaching Three Tribulations" on the Star Reaching Stage, and you never really played against anyone after that." Wu Xiang tapped the chessboard with his fingers, "You don't want to come closer and have a look at it?"

Song Qianji stepped forward and sat opposite the young man.

What the other party said was right, playing chess with Ji Chen was just teaching, not chess.

Just like before he entered the secret realm, he had never encountered a real enemy, and he needed to go all out to chase and kill him thousands of miles away.

Song Qianji pressed the sword with one hand, placed the Shadowless Sword horizontally on his knee, picked up the cold chess piece with the other hand, and looked down at the chessboard.

"Bai Zi didn't start well, why did he choose Bai?" Wu Xiang asked.

"I'm good at turning things around." Song Qianji said, "Qianqu was once a dead place."

Wuxiang nodded, and actually laughed sincerely: "'When a bird dies, a hundred birds sing. When a beast flees, a hundred beasts startle.' You alone are enough to disturb the world. Huaweizong sent you Qianqu County back then, how could you think of today? ?”

The white piece fell, and Song Qianji's fingertips touched the chessboard, slightly stagnant.

It is obviously a dead thing, but there is a mysterious vitality inside.

Vitality emerges from the rotten wooden chessboard, like a dying person trekking in the desert, bursting out with a strong desire to survive.

The "Fountain of Immortality" was affected by this special breath, and trembled in his purple mansion, as if it wanted to irrigate the dead trees.

"What is this?!" Song Qianji's voice was slightly severe.

Wuxiang said faintly: "It's a dead root under the superstar tree. That tree is very beautiful. You love flowers and grass so much. If you see it, you will definitely like it."

Song Qianji took out the dark red bead in his sleeve: "Xian Jianchen told me, this is a magic weapon you created yourself, and it contains the juice from the core of the superstar tree."

"That's right. I'm the only one in this world who can use the supernatural tree to refine weapons." Wu Xiang fell down.

Song Qianji's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that before entering the secret realm, Xian Jianchen told him that the catastrophe had been brought forward.

He has already killed two clones, where is this person's body? Could it be in the super tree?Why didn't you do this in your previous life?

"Sap from the core, dead roots, what else do you have?" Song Qianji asked.

"I still have a seed."

"The seeds of the superstar tree? Can a new tree be planted?"

"That's right." Wu Xiang smiled and said, "You have let me see all your hole cards, Dragon Slaying Formation, Qijue Qin, Huachun Mountain... Since we want to cooperate, I can show you the seed to show my sincerity. "

Song Qianji thought it was ridiculous: "When did I say that I want to cooperate with you?"

Wuxiang answered and asked: "You have been in the secret realm for so long, and you don't want to know what's going on outside? Don't you want to see your vegetable field?"

Song Qianji: "Wait for me to go out..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp slap, and Wuxiang drank softly:

"Look!"

A sunspot falls into the very center of the board.

The straight grid lines on the dead wood chessboard instantly dissipate, like a glazed mirror reflecting the blue sky, the sunrise, the sea of ​​clouds, the fallen leaves of Bodhi, and the two teenagers who are playing chess.

The reflection on the plate changed rapidly, and the faces of the two disappeared, replaced by a butterfly flying over the corner of the eaves and landing on the waterfall-like wisteria.

"My flower stand." Song Qianji murmured.

At the time when the flowers are blooming, they are colorful and colorful.

The vegetables in the field are thriving and fresh.

"You care less about people than your garden, right?" Wu Xiang whispered, "Song Qianji, we are the same kind."

The picture turned into a dimly lit mine tunnel. Everyone held a dagger in their hands, hacked around a root, and received the bright red juice with jade bottles.

"The roots of the superstar tree are all over the continent. As long as a monk digs one, it will knock the bones and suck the marrow, which will boost one's own cultivation." Wuxiang said, "When people embark on the path of cultivation, they will start to plunder and invade."

A jade bottle rolled to the ground, and the juice spilled out.Several people argued endlessly and attacked each other with magic weapons.The mine trembled and blood flowed like rivers.

"People seek the method of cultivation, change from ordinary people to monks, and gain luck by enjoying fireworks and offerings. But once people have strong power, they will have more greed. Greed, fear, and hatred in the human heart are enough to destroy everything. "

The formless voice became ethereal.Countless pictures rushed towards Song Qianji's eyes.

The aura is exhausted and the earth is cracked.Vultures circled, corpses littered the field.

The fire fell from the sky, and the fire burned through the villages and towns, and the mortals screamed miserably.

"There shouldn't be monks in the world, and there shouldn't be a way of cultivation. This kind of power should be returned to heaven and earth."

"This world is doomed to destruction. Even if you save it for a while, it's just a last breath! The only way to break it is to create a new world and start everything again!"

"When the old world is destroyed and the new world is opened, you will be the only god!"

"Me?" Song Qianji asked.

He was in a trance, as if he was shocked by the rapidly changing scene and the confusing words, and couldn't get back to his senses.

"This time, I choose you." Wuxiang said.

"No!" Song Qianji raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of divine light.

"Snapped!"

A white piece fell!

The screen shattered, and the chessboard reappeared.