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In the bronze space.

Or now, it's time to call it [Kyushu Mountain and Sea Map].

In the spirit map, the golden mountains and silver seas are still slowly agitating, and on the island-like dome in the center, the blood mist rising from Yuan Qingqing's body has become thinner.

Although she was still trying to release her spiritual power, there was not much fog around her.

Probably because the blood in her body has lost too much, she has entered a semi-comatose state, refining with only the last bit of consciousness, like a sponge that has been extremely dry, squeezing out the last moisture .

Zulong closed his eyes slightly, the remaining vitality was dispensable to him, and it could not change the overall situation.

At this moment, Zulong suddenly felt a sense of novelty.

He has seen thousands of years of changes, and countless talented people and geniuses are as numerous as stars in the sky. Even if this girl does have some talent, it is nothing more than a candlelight among the geniuses of all ages.

A person who is neither a prince nor a general thinks he can save the world? This world is not hers, what is she planning?

To be so stupid is remarkable in a sense.

Most of the blood mist has flowed into the mouth of Zulong. As expected, this vitality is far from enough.

It also means that the refining formation still has to be activated as usual.

At this point, Zulong doesn't have too much sympathy. In ancient times, He had accepted countless sacrifices of virgins, boys and girls, and He had heard enough of the wailing and prayers of the human race. It would be nonsense to say that he would give up his plans for this.

Moreover, He originally only said that he would grant her death, but did not promise anything. If His existence wants to make promises to mortals, it is as ridiculous as people make promises to ants.

He is waiting.

Wait until the girl's vitality is completely exhausted before activating the Soul Devouring Formation outside. In this way, she didn't have to witness the tragic scene of people being burned, and she could die with her naive dream in the end.

Now his domain, the domain of this map of mountains and seas, has unfolded. As long as Zulong's thoughts move a little, the power from the pre-Qin will cleanse the present Kyushu again.

He is waiting for that moment to come.

 …

Suddenly there seemed to be something changed, like a grain of sand suddenly fell into the eyes, although subtle, it was very abrupt.

Tiny fluctuations diffused in the space, and something seemed to be torn apart in silence. Zulong opened his eyes again, and saw a figure standing among the golden mountains and silver seas on the ground.

It's Wu Hao.

If it weren't for this fluctuation, he would have almost forgotten that there is such a person here. I noticed him now, just because - I don't know when, he stood up.

The coercion of the ancestral dragons spread throughout this field, and it was difficult for ordinary people to straighten their waists, including Yuan Qingqing, who could only sit on his knees to complete the refining. But now, under this kind of wire, Wu Hao actually stood up!

He gasped for breath, the bulging veins stretched from his neck to his arms, trembling everywhere from head to toe, but he got up in such a precarious situation.

He had had enough and had seen enough.

She is a genius?

That's right, when the sky is falling, you have to stand up tall. Only a genius is qualified to face this. He doesn't even have the right to be looked at. He can only be a funny audience here.

He finally felt that he had really caught up with them and was on the same level as the geniuses, but now... nothing seemed to have changed.

— Just be a spectator and watch this girl die?

He can't change this mortal ending, but at least, he doesn't have to sit in that auditorium.

This was probably the most difficult time in his life to stand up. The moment he stood up, it seemed that all the bones in his body were rattling and moaning from the burden, which was nothing more than carrying a mountain.

This is just the oppression of Zulong's aura.

Wu Hao trembled violently in his heart.

After looking here for so long, the courage has long been worn away. At this time, any manliness is nonsense. To be honest, he was scared to death, but he still raised his trembling fist, and the spiritual wind on the fist was condensed.

So, stand up, go throw a punch, go and interrupt the damn show.

Even if the direction in front of you...is for the gods!

He thought this with all his consciousness, pinched his fingers into his palm, and bit his teeth until he almost bled.

But at this moment, Zulong's pupils turned around, turned away from the huge dragon's head, and looked at him.

Since entering this bronze space, Zulong has always acted as if he did not exist. This is the first time he has looked at him.

Just at this glance, the indescribable emperor's prestige poured down like a torrent, and in silence, he issued an irresistible order.

— Kneel down.

——The grass people can only kneel down to see the emperor.

Wanjun's gravity added to his body, like a mountain falling on him. The spiritual energy in his whole body collapsed immediately, and his whole body was crushed to the ground, his heart seemed to be crushed instantly by the pressure.

horrible.

terrible.

Is this the Immortal Emperor from two thousand years ago?

There was no formal attack at all, just a glance at him, and the defense of the body repair was instantly broken.

He didn't even have the strength to be looked at by the other party.

Wu Hao tried to breathe hard, but he could barely breathe. The extreme suffocation made his face bruise, followed by a whirlwind of nausea. For a moment, he even suspected that if he opened his mouth now, he would spit out all his internal organs.

He raised his head as hard as he could to prevent the excessive influx of blood from bursting his brain. It was at this moment that he saw the figure in front of him suddenly fall to the ground.

As Zulong turned his eyes, the process of devouring life stagnated, and the blood mist on Yuan Qingqing's body in the formation suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground with his back facing him, motionless.

She finally couldn't hold on to this refining formation anymore.

He still couldn't stop the show.

Wu Hao's eyes went dark, but his brain went blank at the same time.

He didn't know what he was thinking at that moment, and when he realized it again, he had stood up again, with a roar that almost tore his throat, facing upwards, toward the ancestor dragon, and toward the supreme fairy god Emperor, punch straight!

"Courage is commendable." Zu Long's eyes trembled slightly, "Then, I grant you death."

With the words falling, it seemed that the air in the entire space instantly turned into a solid body, squeezing towards the center from all directions.

The pressure intensified, and the fist-wielding figure seemed to be pinched by giant palms, his eyes were protruding, bloodshot from his seven orifices, making people suspect that he would explode and die in the next moment—but, the spiritual power on that fist, Still not scattered.

He may not be able to attack Zulong, but he must maintain this offensive until he dies!

A trace of surprise finally flashed in Longan's eyes. Although he has already been separated from body and soul, his cultivation is not as good as before. But right now this is just a foundation.

So far, Wu Hao's performance has still not exceeded the category of an ant, but what exceeded his expectations is that this ant can't be killed no matter what.

This is the person who was with that girl? Where are these people coming from?

For a moment, the dragon god actually felt a little "confused". But in the next moment, that dragon's mouth opened, and the surrounding golden mountains and silver seas suddenly turned overwhelming, and all the power gathered towards the leading dragon's mouth.

Since one finger can't kill the ant, it has no choice but to step on it.

The wind whirls in front of it, and the shimmer like a firefly seems to illuminate the whole world. The silhouette of the punching figure was reflected in the light, and the shadow was rapidly melting into the light.

Then, the brighter light suddenly stopped.

No, not only the light, but everything in this space - the fluctuating golden mountains and silver seas, the gathering soul energy in the air, even the dragon god above and the human figure swinging fists - all are fixed in the center, just like It was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed on the screen.

In this stagnation, only a man's voice rang out as usual.

"Is that so?" said the man, "Then I will give you death too."

With a word, the raised water and the Milky Way began to flow again, but all the light suddenly dimmed. After the halo, the golden dragon body suddenly trembled, and the huge dragon eyes suddenly widened. For a moment, what was revealed in those eyes was actually...fear.

Of course, he would not be shaken by a word without reason. What made him tremble at this moment was only the breath that suddenly appeared—a breath that he seemed to have known before!

Thousands of years ago, it was the person who possessed this aura and fought him on the top of the East China Sea; He will never forget the humiliation and terror of being deboned and marrowed, and devoured flesh and soul under his hands.

And now, the breath reappeared.

The deepest fear in his memory reappeared in Kyushu two thousand years later.

No, it's impossible. He watched that person die with his own eyes, otherwise his ancestor dragon would not have been suppressed in this small nine cauldron for thousands of years.

Who is the owner of this breath? How could he suddenly appear here? Appeared today after a thousand years?

In an instant, all the coercion immediately collapsed, or it should be said that the new coercion has completely swallowed it. It's just that this pressure is only aimed at the ancestral dragon—under the heavy pressure, its dragon scales were immediately broken, and it couldn't move at all!

A long chant resounded through the space, and Zulong turned his body almost violently, looking at the source of the breath, the scales all over his body cracked.

But in a hurry, he forgot one thing - in front of him, there was still a fist full of spiritual power with burst blood vessels.

boom.

Without coercion, there was no hindrance to Wu Hao's punching, and he saw that punch flew out like flying, straight into the longan in the head!

Although the spiritual power of the foundation-building period could not cause any harm to existences like the ancestor dragon, it was like a needle piercing the eye when it was swiped away, and the huge golden dragon screamed and roared, and the long golden body twisted convulsively. It moved, the neighing sound shook the heavens and the earth, until the golden mountains on the ground burst and the silver seas boiled!

Wu Hao fell to the ground, lying on the ground coughing violently. At this time, his eyes, ears, nose, and throat were bleeding everywhere, and his whole body was in pain like an explosion, as if sharp needles were flowing from every blood vessel in his body. For a moment, he suspected that he would really shatter and be shattered into powder.

He turned over as hard as he could, and looked up as hard as he could—the motion nearly made him faint, but because of that, he saw it.

The Dragon God at the head was trembling.

Above the higher space, a figure in white hangs there, watching him.

 …

At the same time, on the chessboard, the game has reached the final move.

Red Commander is in the middle, a cannon is aiming, and a car is ready to move.

Under this situation, Xie Tianyang had to move his commander to avoid the blow of the cannon, but in this way, the car next to him would follow immediately, and then there would be a car and cannon's vertical and horizontal killing, which had no solution.

Dead end is ahead, only one step away.

The two chess players sat opposite the chessboard, their eyes met, and it seemed that thousands of years had passed in silence.

Before the last moment, Xie Tianyang slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed a chess piece - but it was not Shuai, but a pawn in front of him.

A soldier moved forward, but he didn't push forward like an ordinary soldier, but he jumped like a horse.

Slap.

The pawns fell across the sun grid and ate the cannon of the general directly above. The chess pieces rolled down and turned into dust.

On the other side of the chessboard, the man slowly raised his head and looked at the young man who suddenly started to mess around, but his expression seemed to be calm.

"A soldier, how can he walk the Japanese word?" the man asked.

"Why not?" Xie Tianyang said.

"At the opening, this has already been decided. Only horses can fly to the sun." The man said slowly, "The way of chess should be done by individuals. Flying the sun, one should not expect straight-line soldiers to become flying horses."

Xie Tianyang sneered: "Where's your horse?"

The man is silent.

"From the very beginning, the chess mastered by you and me is not equal, and it is not normal. That is to say, the moment the game starts, the rules of the game have been broken."

Xie Tianyang said: "From the beginning, the elements that make up the chess game have not been established. Then, why should I follow this bullshit rule?"

"Without rules, if all the chess pieces are out of order, the game itself will collapse."

"Since we knew from the beginning that it was a losing game, so what if we let him collapse?" Xie Tianyang said, picking up another one, "Besides, who said I broke all the rules?"

After he finished speaking, this time it was time for the other party to think, Hei Zifang took a step automatically, he saw the move, and his soldiers walked out in a straight line again, like a chariot crossing the battlefield, smashing the cannon in front of him into pieces.

"The final rule of this chess game is nothing but the general, which is 'win'. It sets such a goal, so I will follow this goal, and this is enough."

This is what the teacher told him.

He wants to go his own way.

He took a deep breath, thinking about Wei Ze's usual words and sentences, just like when he encountered a difficult problem in the exam, he suddenly got a reference answer, almost without thinking, and moved again.

"In order to achieve this goal, I have to be able to walk Hino Hita's pawn, then it will be like this. If he can't, then I will make it like this."

"If there must be a rule, then now, I am the rule!"

As soon as he said it, he completely let go of his hands and feet, and moved his hands on the chessboard, Tian characters, Japanese characters, straight lines, space... The soldiers jumped in a daze, acting completely recklessly, but with the momentum of black clouds overwhelming the city Run over each other.

He wants to win.

This is the rule he is after.

After all, the pawns are the most pawns on the chessboard.

During the whole process, the man sat there, watching Xie Tianyang raise his hand and move the chess quietly, as if venting.

That chess has no rules at all, it can no longer be called chess at all, it is completely childish nonsense. He himself still marched according to the original rules, but he never knew whether Xie Tianyang's soldiers would go to Sun or Feitian next moment.

Slap.

When the last piece fell, Xie Tianyang moved his hand away from that piece and finished the last move.

"General."

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