After seeing the battle between wits and courage among the ancient gods, the tide in Nezha's heart has not yet subsided: "In the end, Qingyi won, although he did not win this game!"

Before Xuankong could answer, suddenly a voice came from the darkness: "This is a game of chess without a winner, both of them are losers!"

Nezha was startled and turned around. He saw a man in a blue shirt standing behind him, looking at him and Xuankong kindly, with a smile on his face. The man looked at Xuankong and said, "Qingyi was so excited that he laughed wildly: 'Ma Yi, Ma Yi, I finally let you die in my hands today!' He laughed three times, cried three times, and suddenly a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth."

Xuan Kong frowned and reflected on the scene he saw in the scene just now: "The Master Qingyi and Master Mai are as powerful as the Master Mai. In this game of chess, he is probably close to the appearance of the oil and the lamp drying out."

The man in blue shirt looked at Xuan Kong and Nezha being bounced away by the golden light on the stone table. He walked over and said, "This is called Zhenlong chess game. The master Ma Yi was dead, but the master Qingyi was also in turmoil. His body was full of essence and blood. He shook his head: "Ma Yi is dead, and this game has not been finished. If the chess is like this, I can't help but call it Zhenlong.' This is the origin of Zhenlong."

The man in blue shirt said again: "The Master Qingyi left a last word before his death. The one who could destroy Zhenlong was Xing Tian's master. After that, he fell to the ground and the two brothers died together."

Xuankong looked at the chess game on the stone table and did not dare to activate the true energy: "This game Zhenlong was left by the ancient Qingyi and Ma Yi, and it is in line with the way of heaven. As long as anyone who has practiced practice sits on it, the true energy and magic power of the body will immediately be combined with the remaining chess game. Unless you can break the chess game, you will only end up with the oil and lights."

The man in blue shirt looked at Xuankong and nodded, "No, your vision is unique!"

He sighed and said, "After these two gods died, their souls and blood were attached to the chessboard. Many chess gods heard about this. They came from all directions and saw this game. However, after just a look, the cave door was closed immediately, and all those who could not be cracked would die in the cave. Over the years, the gods knew that they were powerful, and even if they were curious, they would not dare to come again."

Xuankong was inspired by his eyes and knew that the man in the blue shirt wanted to make him try to break the deadlock, but he had just seen the game between the Master Qingyi and Master Mai in the illusion.

They are ashamed of their understanding of the way of heaven and the realm of chess.

People who practice should not be afraid, but they should not do it blindly.

So I could only look at the encouraging eyes of the man in the blue shirt without seeing it. I shook my head gently. Instead, Nezha on the other side nodded and said to myself: "Now I understand, I am an unlucky person. I have lost Yuanyang and don't know how to play chess, but I just looked at this Lao Shizi Zhenlong. It seems that I will die in this hole."

Xuan Kong's eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed Nezha's fan arm and said, "God Nezha, I'm afraid that only you can try to crack one or two of the chess game in this game!"

The man in blue shirt looked at Nezha and nodded, "Although I don't know how you came here, since I saw the Zhenlong chess game, I can't leave anymore unless someone can crack it!

Nezha looked at him and said coldly: "No one in the world can keep my footsteps!"

The man in blue shirt smiled: "You can give it a try!"

Nezha looked at the man in blue shirt and sighed for a long time: "It's a pity that my soul is all devastated. Otherwise, not to mention this small cave, even Buddha's spiritual mountain would not be able to trap me."

Xuan Kong sighed and said, "God Nezha, this place is not the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, but the battlefield during the Lich's catastrophe. I don't know how many ancient bans are covered. If we had not opened the mechanic channel, we would have been unable to leave."

Nezha was shocked: "Buzhou Mountain? Is it the remains of Buzhou Mountain, the ancient pillar of heaven that supported the sky?"

The man in blue shirt said, "That's right. This is the bottom of Buzhou Mountain. Buzhou Mountain is infinitely large. You should know this. And this guy can come here even if you lose your soul. It's enough to show that you are an extraordinary person. If what I expected, you should be a Taiyi God?"

Nezha nodded: "My name is Nezha. Before the loss of the soul, he had the cultivation level of Taiyi Jinxian."

The man in blue nodded: "Nezha, the great god of the Three Tan Haihui, although I have never seen you, I have heard of your name for a long time." He looked at Xuankong again: "So, this guy, which great god in the heavenly world are you?"

Xuankong laughed mockingly, bowed his head, and introduced himself: "I am Xuankong, a qi cultivation practitioner who practices in Laoshan, and also has the cultivation of Taiyi Jinxian."

As soon as he said this, the man in blue and Nezha were both shocked.

Nezha did not expect that Xuankong, who claimed to have only inherited the rest of the Dao of Wen Zhongtianzun, actually had Taiyi Jinxian Taoism that was comparable to him. The man in blue shirt emitted a blue light in his eyes, covering Xuankong's body.

Xuankong did not feel threatened by the blue light, so he let the ban on his body be allowed to investigate the blue shirt. The blue shirt man checked for a while, and then he withdrew the blue light in his eyes. He couldn't help but say in horror: "You little guy has only been practicing for a hundred years. I didn't expect that he had already cultivated the Taiyi Golden Immortal Dao Fruit. It's really... It's really, the younger generation is terrifying!"

Xuan Kong smiled and looked at the man in blue and asked, "But I still don't understand, Senior, who are you? Why are you living in seclusion at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain?"

The man in blue sighed and said, "If it were someone else's words, I would have made some excuses, but since you two are here, then let's tell the truth."

He said, "Nezha, Xuankong, have you two heard of the story of the Lich War in the 140,000 kalpas before, when the Emperor Shijun set up a trick to lure the two ancestor witches, Gonggong and Zhurong, to fight each other?"

Xuankong nodded: "Water Witch Gonggong, Fire Witch Zhurong, of course we have heard of it for a long time!"

Nezha also nodded and agreed.

The man in blue shirt said: "The water ancestor witch Gonggong and the fire ancestor witch Zhurong had a battle. When both were in the loss, the demon clan launched an attack on the witch clan. The two ancestor witches knew they were deceived, but Zhurong was seriously injured in Gonggong's hands. So he handed over all his ancestor witches' Yuanxu to Gonggong, and then he self-destructed his body to block the demon clan's first full-scale attack for the witch clan. Then, the Lich war officially began."

In the later battle, the Witch Clan failed, and the water ancestor Gonggong lured the demon army to fight to the decisive battle in Buzhou Mountain. Before the decisive battle, Gonggong transformed into the true body of the ancient ancestor witch, and angrily hit the Buzhou Mountain, resulting in the collapse of the pillar of heaven and the sky breaking, and the water of the sky river flowed back into the world. When the man in blue said this, he sighed again: "I am the water ancestor Gonggong!"
Chapter completed!