The battle situation on the chessboard is in full swing, and the black and white pieces are hard to solve.

Black chess connects to the sea tide, causing turbid waves, and white chess is like a mud cow entering the sea, and is not free.

When Song submarine broke free from the illusion, one piece fell, and the white chess broke through the black tide, like a dragon going out to sea.

A son, the universe.

Wuxiang was stunned: "How could this be? You..."

"I said before that I am good at turning the tables on the Jedi." Song Qianji said.

One day in the mountains, thousands of years have passed. I am fascinated by chess, and the axe is gone.

Song Qianji entered the chessboard illusion, and only took a few sentences.

‌The sun sets and the moon rises on the cliff, day and night alternate, and three days pass by in a flash.

A full moon jumps out of the sea of ​​clouds.

The faint starlight brushes across the vicissitudes of the dead wood chessboard, like a layer of rippling water waves.

On the full moon night, the night wind blows down the Bodhi leaves all over the trees.

Wuxiang stared at Song Qianji: "This famous chessboard is called 'Sea of ​​Bitter'. If you didn't break it, how could you break free? Apart from the vegetable garden, you didn't see anything?"

The evil intentions in the world are like a tide covering the sky and sea, boundless. Chess players fall into it and see many sufferings, greed, anger, ignorance and resentment, which will only fall deeper and deeper, and will shake your mind.

Unless you destroy the chessboard, you can break the illusion.

But Song Qianji did not draw his sword, and the chessboard was as intact as before.

"No, I've seen it all."

He saw that Xu Yun of Huawei Sect came out of the secret realm, and was full of ambition and prepared for war. The invitations flew like snowflakes to the hands of major sects in Tianxizhou. The monks sharpened their knives and swear to occupy the rich thousand canals.

Seeing the Qinxian in Xianyinmen falling, Wangshu was attacked, Jiangyun died, He Qingqing walked away with Qin and vowed to take revenge.

I saw the monks crazily digging out the roots of the tree in the sky, plundering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and turning the fertile soil of the mortal world into naked earth.

There have also been countless wars and killings, blood and fire. Thousands of people come and go for profit, bustling and hustle and death.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Fight for ferry. Fight for ferry.

Have you ever been very tired of life and the world, drowned by greed, fear, anger, and regret, and powerless, feeling hopeless to do anything, as if floating on the boundless Dead Sea?

"Sea of ​​Bitterness" is such a terrifying heart-killing magic weapon.

"I only have a shadowless sword on my body, and I can't break the 'Sea of ​​Tribulation'. But I brought this."

Song Qianji took something out of his arms.

The thing was wrapped in red silk, the size of a palm, and it felt slightly hot in the hand, like a hand stove.

Wuxiang dared not act rashly: "What magic weapon was given to you by Xian Jianchen?"

The magic weapon should be kept in a storage bag, so why should you carry it closely?

"It's not a magic weapon." Song Qianji said, "Before I was a secret realm, I bought it from a mortal in Qianqufang. I don't want to buy it..."

Wuying showed off, didn't believe it, closed his eyes and gently tapped his eyebrows: "Open!"

Just like when he first met Song Qianji in Qianqu, he opened his eyes again and saw clearly the origin of this thing.

"Look." The moment Song Qianji uncovered the red silk, Wuxiang opened his eyes.

The golden light was blazing like thousands of swords, piercing straight into your eyes!

"Ah—" Wuxiang screamed, and two lines of blood and tears fell.

"Oh, I said it, look." Song Qianji said regretfully, "I seem to be unkind when I ask you to plant a tree pit twice."

The thing was just a wooden statue, carved into a doll, with exquisite workmanship and lifelike.

The warm golden light came from it.

"What's this?!" He can't look at him, despairing.

Song Qianji is not in Qianqu, so why does it have such a strong golden light to protect the body?

Song Qianji said: "‌I."

Qianqu County does not have a temple or a golden body of immortal officials. Millions of families secretly burn incense and worship clay puppets or puppets.

The devout and sincere homework accumulated day and night is better than the temple French style that is unwilling to be willing to do so.

The Dragon Slaying Formation, Painting Spring Mountain, The Seven-Miscellaneous Phoenix, Song Qianji also has a trump card, and in the mundane world, millions of people have nostalgic and blessings for him.

The power of wishes is like a boat, crossing the sea of ​​suffering.

‌The good thoughts on earth fight against the sufferings on earth, flowers bloom on the battlefield, thousands of miles of naked earth turn into continuous green mountains, and the sea of ​​fire turns into golden wheat waves.

Song Qianji touched the puppet's head, wrapped it again, and put it in his arms.

Wuxiang calmed down his breathing, and his painful expression had disappeared, as if he was blinded by his eyes.

"Song Qianji, everything you see is real, my sentence is true. Don't you believe that I have the Sky-Climbing Tree species that can open up a new world?"

"Yeah, I believe it."

"If you don't believe it, I really want to cooperate with you and make you the only monk in the new world?"

"I believe it."

"Since that's the case, what else is wrong?"

Song Qianji said strangely: "I am just a farmer. You have made me a god. What should I do with my land? And what about my friends?"

Wuxiang thought this problem was inexplicable and naive.

"The new world is created. You can plant as many lands as you want. Ten or one hundred Qianqu County are yours. The old world is destroyed, and the new world will be born. You will have new followers, who will be more loyal to you than these people now."

Song Qianji shook his head: "But that's not my place."

"What?"

"Only I have turned over the soil, watered it, sowed seeds, and walked inch by inch, I have my land."

The full moon gradually rises, hanging in the sky.

Song Qianji stood up and looked at the moon in the sky: "I have dealt with me, chatted with me, and wrote letters, so I have become my friend. Unfortunately, you don't understand."

"laugh!"

Before the sound fell, the shadowless sword suddenly unsheathed and penetrated the body of the young man in white.

Song Qianji stabbed out with a sword, so fast that there was no sword shadow.

Falling away without form, falling under the Bodhi tree.

"Pu"

The bright red blood beads splashed on the dead wood chessboard and penetrated into it.

The rotten wood instantly sprouted and sprouted, and a crimson-red flower bloomed.

The flowers are fresh and bright, with the night dew, and the spring breeze is alone.

Song Qianji let out a light whistle, reached out and picked the peach blossoms, and put the flowers in the front like Xian Jianchen.

His voice became cold:

"I have no ambition in this life, and I don't care about the beautiful new world you have broken and established, but only my land and friends. Whoever destroys my land, I will kill whoever I will."

The wound on Wuxiang's chest was bleeding, and he was so angry that he got up: "It seems that we can't cooperate. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Song Qianji gathered his sword: "I left you a few words of time. I want to tell you that your plan cannot be realized. Your best life will die in my hands like this."

"You, look, what's in the lake?" Wu Xiang waved his sleeves, and the night fog next to him suddenly dissipated, like a curtain was unveiled.

The water under the cliff is shimmering, like a glass mirror.

Song Qianji glanced at it: "It's nothing more than the moon."

"'Old Spirit on the Three Lives Stone', others can see this lake, and look at the future of the past life. Why do you only see the moon?" Wuxiang stretched out his finger, as if touching the full moon in the sky, "Because there is only the moon in the sky?"

As soon as the sound fell, the vitality was cut off, and I was dead when I opened my eyes.

Song Qianji was shocked: "Others?!"

A thought flashed by, and he made a quick decision and jumped off the cliff with his sword.

The lake surface is as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but it seems to have an attraction, sucking people into the lake.

Through the vast night fog, Song Qianji vaguely saw five figures!

They stood strangely on the lake, as if they were stepping on fragile glass, and they were motionless.

Meng Heze, Ji Chen and He Qingqing were in the middle, Wei Zhenyu and Miaoyan were closest to the lake.

Why did these people get together?

Song Qianji landed on the lakeside with his sword: "Did I attract them?"

He was still thinking just now that he had been a man, woman, young and old, and what would his body look like?

It turns out he is himself.

"Meng!" Song Qianji shook Meng Heze's arm lightly and shouted.

Meng Heze turned a deaf ear and stared at the lake.

Song Qianji cursed and woke up Hua Wei Zhenren in the wheat field: "What happened last time? How long did you use your soul?"
Chapter completed!