Chapter 1782 Looks like an immortal but not an immortal. (Four in one chapter! Please subscribe!!!)

Prehistoric.

The peaks of Cui Wei are arranged like a screen.

In the lush valley, thousands of linghuayao grasses are green and lovely, swaying gracefully.

The chessboard is silent, and black and white are fighting.

The black stones are dotted all over the place, like a prairie fire. Twenty-one white stones are walking among them, and the situation is already shaky.

Wearing a white robe, he sat beside the stone table, holding the chess piece in his hand, motionless.

Suddenly, Guangxiu flicked, and He dropped a piece again.

despair!

Bai Zi settled down, and a figure with a simple robe and a frightened face that made all living beings look like they were falling into an abyss immediately appeared.

"Fuqiong" quickly looked around.

At this time, the white-robed immortal immediately raised his head and said in a vague voice: "Life is like a dream, and time is at ease!"

Hearing this, Fu Qiong came to his senses, stood up immediately, and headed towards the outside.

It was as if the faded robe, which had been washed repeatedly, quickly disappeared among the numerous flowers and trees. Surrounded by lush grass and rolling rivers, there were already twenty-two white stones on the chessboard.

There are faint ink-like shadows emerging in the void, buildings are like nightmares, peaks rise and collapse, rivers suddenly widen and disappear, the majesty is like a mirage, the sea changes in an instant, and finally returns to a state of chaos.

Beside the chessboard, the rocks are rugged and rounded. The moss in the gaps changes from emerald green to pale yellow, and then from pale yellow to dark green, with little moss flowers emerging.

In an instant, the four seasons alternate, all things come and go, all living things wither and prosper... In an instant, it is like countless years turning around, and time flies.

In the flourishing valley, countless rare flowers and grasses, countless rare spiritual plants, countless rare flowers and trees... all fade away like smoke and clouds, as if they have been hidden in the ancient time.

Nothingness appears and expands rapidly.

At the snap of a finger, the huge valley was already empty.

Only the endgame is clear, and the clothes are white like snow.

Beside the chessboard, strange figures appeared quietly.

Some of these figures are as erratic as mist, twisting and changing all the time; some are handsome and graceful, but they are unfamiliar, with horns on their heads and centipede-like steps behind them; some are human-like, but they are everywhere.

Traces of monsters are revealed; some are suspended in mid-air, with confused figures.

Chaos is like clouds, without eyes, nose, mouth or ears; some are blue, with pale eyes, and are clothed in dark mist; some are towering like towers, with wrinkles all over like bark, and vertical pupils like torches; some are changing.

Infinite, sometimes demon-like, sometimes human-like, sometimes ghost-like...

In the void, traces of magic, supernatural powers and other means remain, just like smoke, slowly dissipating.

One of them, a figure as tall as a mountain, coldly withdrew his gaze and said in a loud voice like thunder, "No need to try!"

"We are not in the same time and space as the human race that just appeared."

"No matter what kind of means, you can't touch that human being in the slightest."

The other figures nodded slightly but did not reply.

The eyes of all the figures were looking at the chessboard in front of them without blinking.

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Prehistoric.

Ten days are in the sky, shining thousands of miles.

All the prosperity and prosperity of the night have disappeared, and the vast water vapor has disappeared.

Thousands of living things are hidden, and as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but rolling yellow sand and gravel everywhere.

The continuous sand dunes are as winding as belts and undulating like tombs.

Between the vast heaven and earth, there is only a figure in black clothes, standing in the air, his face expressionless and motionless.

The terrifying true fire of the sun burst down, the light and heat that could instantly annihilate countless living beings. Not only did it not cause any harm to Pei Ling's replica, it actually made its texture glow, making it seem more powerful.

It is as if the thousands of miles of yellow sand, the boundless sky, and the ten brilliant days are all the backdrop for its existence. The heat wave is raging and all living beings are retreating, but only one of them stands proudly upright in the universe!

Without any warning, a figure appeared beside Pei Ling's replica body.

His robes are simple and rough, as if he were an unsuccessful scholar in the secular world, and his face is as deep as a mountain, making all living beings tremble and fear involuntarily. This is exactly "Fuqiong"!

He stepped out of the valley, and the scene around him changed drastically. Heat waves rolled in all directions, and there was no grass growing. A very familiar figure happened to be standing next to him within easy reach.

After "Fu Qiong" saw Pei Ling's replica body, he was startled for a moment. After he realized what he was doing, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Good luck!

Just after entering the prehistoric era, he appeared directly next to Pei Ling!

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" immediately asked: "Pei Ling, how is the situation now?"

Pei Ling's replica body maintained its original expression and posture without any reaction.

"Fuqiong" frowned, and then he realized that Pei Ling's state was very wrong!

In this body, there are only laws and no consciousness!

He was suddenly shocked. Pei Ling was a Mahayana of eighty-one calamities, and something happened to him?!

When his mind was spinning, "Fuqiong" quickly launched his spiritual thoughts, wanting to explore the surrounding environment.

However, as soon as his spiritual thoughts left the ten-foot range around Pei Ling, a burning pain like burning was instantly felt in his mind!

"Fuqiong" quickly retracted his spiritual thoughts, and the aura around his body surged like the ebb and flow of the tide. After a while, he finally regained his breath, but he was already burned by the true fire of the sun!

His expression darkened, and a figure exactly like him appeared next to him.

This figure has the same attire, aura, and behavior as him, but it is an incarnation of him.

Immediately afterwards, "Fu Qiong" thought in his mind, and the incarnation immediately used its escape technique and fled away into the distance.

However, as soon as the avatar left Pei Ling ten feet away, it immediately turned into pitch-black powder and fell with a rustle. However, it didn't even struggle and simply disappeared into ashes!

Before the pile of ashes fell to the ground, it was already continuously ignited by the True Fire of the Great Sun, and was quickly burned into nothingness without any trace left.

Looking at this scene, Fu Qiong's face darkened, and he suddenly understood that no matter whether something happened to Pei Ling or not, as long as he got within ten feet of this junior, he would be killed immediately!

It's not that there is something attacking them, it's just that his current cultivation strength cannot withstand the ten-day rays of light from the sky!

No wonder!

There was a time before, when the beings of the Mahayana period came in and died one by one.

Originally, they thought they had encountered an extremely dangerous situation.

In fact, it’s just because the time when Mahayana entered happened to be during the day!

The chess game of this prehistoric battle was far more dangerous than he imagined!

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" immediately spoke in a deep voice: "'Zisa', 'Zsai'..."

After calling the title of "Zisai" more than ten times in a row, there was silence in Fuqiong's ears. Only the wind and sand were rolling, but there was no response. His expression immediately became solemn.

In the current situation, he didn't know who was still alive during these prehistoric years, but there were two people who were definitely not dead now!

One, of course, is Pei Ling.

This is the introduction to this immortal path. If it falls, the chess game will directly fail.

All followers will surely die!

The second is the "Purple Sea" of Yanxi City...

The opponent is the Mahayana who entered the chess game last before him.

After "Purple Sai" entered the game, the chess game continued until just now, and not a single white piece was captured.

Therefore, Su Zhentian's "Mo Gui" and Wu Shi Villa's "Li Yi" who entered the game before "Purple Sai" may all die, but "Purple Sai" in Yanxi City is definitely still alive!

However, he is now calling the other party's honorific title, but there is no response from the other party...

Is it "Zi Sai" who is now in a desperate situation and unable to respond?

Or...can't respond?

Thinking of this, "Fu Qiong" then spoke again: "'Misfortune'... 'Misfortune'..."

He called out the title of "Misfortune" several times, but "Fuqiong" also received no response.

He pondered slightly, except for Pei Ling and "Zi Sai" who were definitely not dead, among the remaining Mahayana, only "Misfortune" had the highest possibility of survival!

The day before, "Yingyan" from the Han An Sword Sect, "Ju Yu" from the Tiansheng Sect, and Xiu She from Qingyao Mountain entered the game one after another, but they all died immediately after entering the game!

Only when it was "Misfortune"'s turn, relying on the cause and effect between him and Pei Ling, the white piece in the chess game did not continue to fall.

In fact, even if he entered the game this time, it was because of the example of "disaster"...

But now, neither "Zi Sai" nor "Misfortune" responded...

With his mind spinning, "Fuqiong" immediately said in a deep voice: "'Yingyan'...'Yingyan'..."
To be continued...