Everlasting Immortal Firmament

Worry-free Valley!

The ancient sea came out of the Springs Cave, but no one in the valley noticed the sudden emergence of several more people.

Covering the hole with charcoal, a few people walked towards the crowd on the other side of the tomb.

“What a horrible smell, in this cloud, I feel a knife hanging over my head!” Gao Xianzhi looked ugly in the sky.

“Is this a form of formation? Worryless Valley is covered in formation? What kind of method is this?” Chen Tianshan's face changed.

The ancient sea looked at the sky, the sky was cloudy, and the stars adorned with the night were like starlight, far from the center, and there were two of the brightest columns of light straight into the center.

The center has a huge platform, surrounded by more than 2,000 people, all frightened, looking at that huge platform.

There are hundreds of corpses under the platform. The corpses were split in half from the eyebrows, the five dirty hearts slipped out, the blood stained everywhere, and it was creepy.

More than 2,000 people looked at the bodies, but they were trembling, and some women were crying and hiding their fears.

Among the crowd, Guhai saw the book of Song Qing.

Song Qing's book is also uncertain at this moment, staring at the huge platform.

Above the platform, there is a chess game, but the starlight is directed towards a chess piece on the board, the two largest beams of light, but it is covered by two chess players.

Above the corpse sea, the two of them in a game, more than 2,000 people around, one of them staring at the board in a thrill.

“What are they doing?” Little Soft looked at the scene.

“And the chess game is, a pint of ground rudder master, Montaigne?” Chen Tianshan's eyes lit up.

“Montaigne?” The ancient sea follows Chen Tianshan's expectations.

But I saw a big man sitting on the side of a chessboard, manipulating the white son to fall.

The eyes of the ancient sea were slightly dimmed, remembering the profound reminder before the departure of the master of the first year.

Blackie was a man in white, and at this moment the man stared at the board with horror and panic.

“No, no, I won, I won!” The man in white shouted.

Montaigne took a deep breath: “The victory and defeat have been decided. I'm sorry, it's just not enough time! ”

“Bang!”

Montaigne a white son falls.

“Boom!”

On a chessboard, a large piece of black was surrounded and instantly brought out.

“Boom!”

Blackie suddenly dissipated, winning and losing instantly separated.

“White son wins!” There was a sudden roar in the clouds.

“Rudder master wins?” A lot of people screamed.

“No, Montaigne, you're behind me, you're behind me, I'm gonna kill you!” The man in white jumps with a gaze and grabs a sword and punctures Montaigne.

“Boom!” Montai punched the tip of the sword. He hit the sword back at once.

The man in white was dazzled and had to be stabbed again, but then a knife burst out of the clouds.

“Shut up! ”

It was like a long knife out of its sheath, and a huge, 100-length knife rushed straight towards a man in white.

A sharp sound of tearing void, the puncture of the ancient eardrum is a pain. The knife was poised, poignant, coming straight at the man in white, too fast.

The man in white had no time to fight Montaigne. He could only rush to the sky with a sword, and at the same time showed distorted fright.

“No!” cried a desperate howl, the sword rushing to the sky.

“Boom!”

The sword and sword could not resist the fierceness of a hundred knives. In an instant, they exploded as many times as possible. In addition, in the scream of a man in white, they were instantly split in half. The five dirty hearts erupted with blood, and they were scattered on all sides, falling beneath the square platform.

“Ah!" There was another shout around.

“Is this it?” Chen Tianshan and others had numb scalp.

After losing a game of chess, he was chopped to death by a knife?

Ancient Sea, Gao Xianzhi, Xiao Xiaotong is a change of face.

I screamed around and nobody left.

But I saw it on the board, and suddenly the pieces changed and it turned into a chess remnant.

“Again? Heavenly Knife? ”

“Selected by the great array, no more than thirty breaths, no less than thirty breaths, dead! Loser, dead? Well, what do we do? ”

“I don't want to die! ”

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Those around them who are fragile in their hearts are terrified.

Guhai listened to the people's fears, and his face changed. Looking up at the sky, is this a showdown?

“Rudder master?” The disciples of the Taste Hall were anxious.

Montaigne took a deep breath: “No obstacle, the rules of this world, the residual disciples of the Game of Heaven are not allowed to attack us. The people outside must have broken the rules. The residual disciples of the Game of Heaven will notify the elders soon. If you drag them down, someone will cure them. ”

“But?” said the crowd anxiously.

“Skyknife life and death? I'd like to see how awesome the game is!” Montaigne Cold Road.

“Shut up! ”

Suddenly, a 100-length knife appeared in the clouds, pointed out by the blade, straight at Montaigne, a destructive atmosphere came straight to Montaigne, Montaigne's face changed, the white son in his hand did not dare to hesitate.

“Bang!”

A white boy landed on the board.

“It's like, thirty breaths, thirty breaths without falling, the heavenly knife is cut off!” Song Qing's face changed.

The ancient sea stared at the chessboard and stared at it: "Skyknife life and death? ”

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a black man seemed to be drawn by the starlight and suddenly fell on a chessboard.

Everyone stared at Montaigne, Montaigne grabbed a white boy, stared at the chessboard, the whole man's mind immersed in general, a heavenly knife hanging over his head, as if to just wait for the time, cut straight down.

Montaigne's forehead was sweating cold, as if he had thought of a place to fall, just dragging on time until it was almost thirty breaths away.

“Bang!”

White son falls.

“Bang!”

Blackie drops automatically.

The game is slowly changing.

“Is this a game against the old man watching chess?” Chen Tianshan showed surprise.

Ancient Hai quietly looked at the chessboard and at the chess game.

Others looked at Montaigne, and after falling eighteen sons, Montaigne suddenly had a happy face.

“Bang!”

A white man fell and suddenly surrounded a black man.

“What, black chess is surrounded?” The countless fixers in the valley suddenly showed surprise.

“The old man watching chess is surrounded? How is that possible?”

“Wonderful, wonderful, the blacks have been mentioned, can we win? ”

“Will the rudder master win? You will win, this is just the random work of the old man watching chess, and the old man watching chess is dead, this is just a reserved game, not the old man watching chess himself, you will win, great! ”

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Everyone sees the dawn, the excitement, the vibrancy, and everyone squeezes their fists.

Indeed, with a roar, the sky clouds rolled, on the chessboard, the enclosed black chess suddenly flew out, to Montaigne, as if it were a praise.

And above the sky, the knife came straight to Montaigne.

“Bad!” Everyone has changed their face.

“Aung!”

In Montaigne, a sudden sound of dragon chanting, but the real Qi hallucinated a ten-length brown dragon-shaped Qi surrounding Montaigne's body, facing the heavenly knife.

This time, the heavenly knife was not chopped to Montaigne, but was like being dragon-shaped and devoured by real gas.

“Aung!”

The 100-jolt heavenly knife was devoured by the ten dragon-shaped true air, and the real dragon slowly increased a little.

“To be raised, to be strong?” Everyone has a changed face.

“Great, Rudder has won, it's going to win!” A lot of people cheered.

Montaigne is also a little overwhelming.

“Bang!” “Bang! ” ………………

Both sides continue, every few pieces, Montaigne eats one black, more and more fallen.

“Aung!” “Aung!” “Aung! ” ………………

Dragon-shaped real Qi is getting bigger and bigger. For a short time, it has swallowed thirteen heavenly knives. Fifty long dragon-shaped real Qi is facing the sky with a long whistle. It seems like it is about to compete with the overhead females.

In a short time, Montaigne won the streak, as if he was about to win big.

“Long live the rudder master! ”

“Rudder master, win! ”

“We're gonna win. We're gonna win! Finally, you don't have to die! ”

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The cultivators shouted and the situation was so good that they were going to win. Saved. Saved yourself? Everyone looked at Montaigne with gratitude. A taste disciple is excited.

Outside the crowd, Guhai's eyes were slightly blurred, saying to himself: "Wrong, Montaign played the wrong chess from the beginning! ”

“What?” Chen Tianshan looked at the ancient sea in confusion.

The ancient sea shook its head and ignored it.

Indeed, when Montaigne swallowed the fifteenth black, his face suddenly changed. A brush on his face turned miserable white.

“Rudder master, fall!” Everyone shouted anxiously.

Festival victory, Montaigne's dragon-shaped qi swallowed fifteen heavenly knives, at this moment has grown to sixty lengths, the momentum is full, roaring the heavens and the earth.

But Montaigne was sweaty, white in his hand, how could he leave the usual.

“How did this happen? How did that happen?” Montaigne looked at the board with horror.

“Rudder master, come on!” Everyone was anxious.

“Shut up!” Montaigned outrageously, all excitement stopped and looked suspiciously at Montaigne.

“Shut up! ”

Thirty cents soon arrived, and a knife suddenly hung over Montaigne's head. This moment must be lost. Montaigne had to drop a white son quickly.

“Bang!”

White fell and a black one suddenly appeared.

“Dragon slaughter?” Gao Xianzhi's face changed.

“Ah, what dragon slaughter? Was it the dragon slaughter?” Little Soft didn't understand.

“No, dragon slaughter is a chess term, meaning that Montaigne needs to have a big piece of white, to be hanged instantly by the other side!” Gao Xianzhi explained.

Sure enough, with that nigger down.

Boom! Boom! ”“ Boom! ” ………………

Large portions of white children were picked up, eaten by blacks, turned eyes, the wind and clouds changed, Montaigne had just won fifteen pieces of chess, in a moment, it all changed.

Montaigne is divided fifteen times, swallowing one blackie at a time.

But the old man watched chess only once, swallowing 38 copies of each other at a time.

All of a sudden, the wins and losses were scored.

After swallowing 38 pieces, the black chess situation was even more overwhelming. At that moment, there was nowhere for the white son to escape. In the blink of an eye, he lost the ground and collapsed a thousand miles.

“No!”

“How did this happen? I just won! ”

“Why is this happening, why is this happening? ”

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Millions of fixers stay like wooden chickens and look at the board in horror.

Montaigne was also horrified. He was slaughtered by dragons for a moment?

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Black wins!” Nine sons laughed in the clouds.

The laughter was filled with contempt, like disdain for Montaigne.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, there were thirty-eight knives in the clouds.

When a huge group of heavenly knives came out, a rushing murderous air rushed out, and the void was suddenly frozen like frost and snow by the murderous air.

Thirty-eight heavenly knives carry an atmosphere and want to kill Montaigne in an instant.

“No, you son of a bitch, I'm a pint ground rudder master, dare you!” Montaigne shouted.

“Boom!”

Thirty-eight knives rushed straight down, a ruined atmosphere rushed into front of Montaigne.

“Aung!”

Montaigne's dragon-shaped air rushes up into the sky, the 60-strong dragon-shaped real air, with a razor, straight into the sky knife.

“Boom!”

A loud noise, the collision burst brightly, all of a sudden no one could open their eyes, the fierce smell, more like a storm, everyone was instantly lifted out.

“Boom boom! ”

The explosion center, the noise goes on and on.

“Ooh, ooh! ”

A screaming sound of dragons came, and the ancient sea saw a brown dragon burst open in the ruins.

“Boom!”

After the last loud noise, he calmed down, and more than 2,000 fixers climbed up from the ground and looked in horror at the center of the rolling smoke.

Square chess table is still there, Montaign is still alive under the slaughter of thirty-eight heavenly knives.

But at this moment, Montaigne's flesh and blood had become blurred, as if the flesh had suffered a thousand knives and fell into a great pit beside it.

In the pit, there was a yellow shield, just as the yellow shield was already covered with cracks like a spider web.

“The rudder master is alive? ”

“Is that a grasshopper's shield? Of the Yuan Baby Pharaoh, it's also the strongest defense! ”

“Earth S.H.I.E.L.D. Protects the Rudder Lord? But the earthly shield is broken? Not even Earth S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore? ”

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The crowd was frightened.

“Rudder master!” The disciples jumped quickly, lifted Montaigne, and quickly fed Dan Yao.

“Pfft!” Montaigned a bite of blood.

Looking at the clouds with horror, his body twitched for a moment, as if a little more power could instantly kill him.

Rolling clouds flickered for a while: "Huh, a pint of earth shield? But this time, you're lucky because of Earth S.H.I.E.L.D., but the game isn't over yet. Wait, it will be your turn again soon. I'd like to see how many Earth S.H.I.E.L.D. you have! ”

Montaigne had a twitch.

“Rudder master, what do we do now?” The disciple was worried.

Everyone looked at Montaigne, the only one who survived, though tragically wounded.

“Drag, drag, the court won't, won't ignore it!” Montaigne said it hard.

After that, Montaigne seemed unable to move any more. It contained a pill of dandruff, which softened down.

One of the disciples quickly gave Montaigne protection.

Everyone in the Great Battle looks over their heads and reveals a sense of despair. The worse you lose, the worse the slaughter will be from the Great Battle?

Who's next?

“It's all right, Rudder said, drag the time, must drag it down!” Song Qing cried beside her.

Everyone nodded, but their eyes were still the color of despair. Waiting for the rescue of the Elder of the Game Palace? Is that possible?

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A great palace of congenital remnants.

The entrance to the palace opened, but the interior was so dark that the interior could not be seen at all. Outside the palace, a man in black was kneeling on one knee.

“Elder, the Ninth Son has surrounded more than 2,000 outsiders with a heavenly knife, in the valley of worry, the elders are very divided, please choose!” The man in black salutes.

In the dark palace, there was a silence, and it took a while for a ghost voice to come.

“Xiao Jiu's thing, I know, I play heavenly court not to interfere with their thing, but this time they did too much!” The voices of the ghosts came.

“Elder, do you want to stop Nine?” The man in black respects.

“No need, when the trouble-free valley thing is over, notify Xiao Jiu not to do anything, but also teach these outsiders the rules. Although the papal master has fallen, after all, I played the heavenly pavilion once before. No one should be embarrassed to come here!” The voices of the ghosts came.

“Yes, subordinates understand! ”

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No worries in the valley.

“No, no, not me, not me! ”

A beam of light covered a man in grey clothes, and the man collapsed on the spot, panicking.

The man in grey clothes was frightened, did not step on the chess stage, shouted at the clouds, kneeling for forgiveness, and begged the outside world to let him go.

“Boom!”

A heavenly knife was instantly cut off. Before the man in grey could scream, he was instantly cut in half and his flesh blurred.

The roar of terror came again from the valley. Endless despair overwhelms people.

“Despair, I love this sound of despair, hahahahahahaha, come again!” There was a dark laugh in the clouds.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly another beam of light rushed straight down and instantly covered a person.

“Song Qing Book?” Chen Tianshan shouted not far away.

The light overshadowed the book of Song Qing. The book of Song Qing was chosen as the next person to die?

“No, Lord Rudder, help me! I don't want to die!” Song Qing suddenly shouted.

“Drag time! Follow my previous chess score and wait for the Game of Heavens!” The tough words in the tune set in again.

“Delaying?” Song Qing's face looked ugly and slowly stepped on the chess stage.

Stepping on the chess stage, all of a sudden, everyone suddenly lowered their heads, as if they were afraid to come into contact with Song Qing's bibliography.

Song Qing Book stood on the stage, his face looked ugly underneath, his eyes reached, many people were hiding, as if fleeing the plague God.

“You have to pick your opponent within 30 cents. Who do you want? Who is it?” Song Qing's book was anxious.

I accidentally looked at Montaigne, maybe Montaigne can't play chess anymore, pick him, he must lose, he can drag more time, but how long can it take? And...

Song Qing Book strongly endured this desire, his eyes continued to sweep people. Suddenly, Song Qing's face changed and he saw the ancient sea line.

“The ancient sea?” Song Qing suddenly glared.

“Hmm?” Below, the ancient sea brow had a slight wrinkle.

The Fixers around the ancient sea fled, turning their eyes, and the ancient sea was exposed to all.

“I choose him, I choose him, Guhai!” The book of Song Qing pointed to the ancient sea and shouted.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, a starlight in the clouds fell on the ancient sea. The ancient sea became the chosen one.

“Kid, get on the stage, or the knife will slash you!” Someone screamed kindly.

“Song Qing Book, how dare you, you want the rudder master to die?” Chen Tianshan's face changed and his eyes glared.

Song Qing blushed: “Whoever you choose will die, I will die first or he will die first! Humph, Guhai, you must admit your fate, my game is better than Lord Rudder, but it is better than those of you who haven't played chess in 30 years. Die! I want you dead! ”

Ancient sea surface reveals a slight smile: “Song Qing Book, I have given you three opportunities, this is the fourth time! ”

The ancient sea slowly stepped towards the chess table.

“It's been 30 years since anyone played chess. Do you want to beat me?” Song Qing Book Cold Road.

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Outside the boundaries of the innate wreck, on the Baiyun.

Dragon Wanqing and Senior Master are in the game.

“No, Master, Guhai said he hasn't played chess in 30 years. Is he trying to impress me? He's got that much layout power?” Longwan frowned.

The seniority master shook his head: “He didn't want to beat you! ”

“So he's lying to me?” Longwan frowned.

“No, you just don't understand what he's saying!” The senior-master shook his head and smiled.

“Oh?”

“He said he hasn't played chess in 30 years, not that he hasn't played in 30 years!” The senior-master laughed.

“Isn't that different?” Dragon Wan was confused.

“It's not the same!” The master of seniority shook his head.