The bottom line, this should be something that everyone has, just like tolerance...

When tolerance exceeds the standard, as the saying goes, "I can't bear it anymore". Then, mortals will get angry like a giant dragon touching the scales.

The so-called scale is also a measure of principles. This thing is very ethereal and does exist.

Among the mortals, they are as powerful as Chu Ying and Jian Huaxin. In fact, they all have their own limits. The reason why outsiders occasionally feel that they do everything and do everything evil is just because they see farther than mortals, and their limits are much deeper.

Have you ever seen a prime minister be able to hold a boat in his stomach? He has never seen a king who is very fond of profit for a little bit of flies? Different heights, different positions, different visions, and different ideas.

Let’s talk about the immortals, Buddhas and gods in the sky, and the demon Moro, there is no bottom line?

In fact, they also have it. However, they have a more thorough understanding of the essence of the world, and different values ​​of things will not be understood by mortals.

So, what if it is a person who has absolutely no bottom line and is really doing everything?

Pervert, demon?

No, no, no, that's too superficial. The fact is that there is no bottom line, it is impossible for a person like him to do it. Not to mention that even gods and demons can do it.

The bottom line can also be seen as a relatively hidden phenomenon of "pursuing", and an individual without "pursuing" does not exist.

If one day, this kind of existence really appears, then it will definitely go far beyond the known life-limiting categories such as immortals, demons, and gods. In short, what else can be considered without pursuit besides creation and the highest heaven?

Such a consciousness body is stronger than a god and more terrifying than a demon. Such a consciousness body cannot be achieved by simply transforming and evolution. It has exceeded the definition of higher life, but it is not the purpose of evolution of the gods...

............

"If you want nothing, then what's the point of living?"

After scooping up all the last little energy among the twelve golden men, Chu Xiang thought silently at the slight morning light of Dongfang.

The twelve golden men were still in place, so majestic. The twelve powerful puppet souls, except for being extremely weak, did not seriously destroy them all and absorb the origin.

God also needs the meaning of existence. Therefore, he has no intention of self-destruction.

Chu Xiang is not Jian Huaxin, nor is Chu Ying. He would not simply think that he could destroy the entire Qin Dynasty with his own strength. At least, it is not possible now...

The small six paths of reincarnation, the tomb of the earth, are not just decorations.

Not long ago, about half an hour, Chu Ying's puppet had completely disappeared from the palace, the depths of darkness that he could not even see clearly.

The dissipation of the breath proved that the ambitious Chu Ying had failed. This was long before Chu Xiang expected.

Looking deeply at the side hall that gradually restrained its red light to the sky, Chu Xiang's figure dispersed with the first morning breeze.

Night is coming and gone again.

Just like the man in white, he is always so wandering.

............

"Damn it!"

Chu Ying looked annoyed, and was angry.

His originally rosy face turned pale, his bright eyes were full of resentment and began to fade.

The eyes are the windows of the soul. Hate cannot be covered and needs to be covered. The dull one is the tired soul.

The candlestick is another calm candle burning out. This treasure made of ten thousand years of gel is only allowed by the master's family and cannot be popularized by this kind of treasure made by the rich Lin Mansion.

A few wisps of blue smoke extinguished wicks rose, and the fragrance filled the air, but it could not relieve Chu Ying's gloomy face at all!

He sat cross-legged, holding the soft bed with his hands. He gradually closed his fingers and crushed the Tiancan silk quilt, which was known as extremely tough, to pieces!

Taking a deep breath, Chu Ying gradually calmed down his anger. However, the gray-defeated face almost rushed the day of taking over the body. The loss of a puppet is nothing if it was in its heyday. At this time of crisis, it had an immeasurable impact and damage on him. What's more, it was not only a puppet, but also a ray of his soul!

"Super big."

Chu Ying had a gloomy face and pinched a magic trick. In the dark, there seemed to be an invisible and qualitative force that began to gather towards him!

Those invisible and tangible powers seemed to be more mysterious and inexplicable than the energy he absorbed during his daily practice!

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the house. Obviously, Chu Ying's angry shout was heard by his servants and came to ask.

"Young Master, Young Master! What happened to you?"

The anxious and panic sounds seemed very anxious and a little afraid. It seemed that the former owner of this body was not very good to the servants.

Chu Ying stopped the trick, the invisible power disappeared, and his face became more gloomy.

"fine!"

With the mentality of a monk who is not afraid of favor and disgrace, although his chest is almost burned by anger, the flames are rising into his throat. Chu Ying is still suppressing his anger and making his voice appear calm.

This suppressed calmness gives people a more strange and terrifying illusion.

thump!

The maid who was guarding the door fell to the ground. Perhaps Chu Ying's unusual calmness made her feel extremely stressed, or perhaps the head of the family had made a special order. The maid was crying, but she kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy and apologize.

"I should die, please spare my life. I should die, please spare my life..."

I don’t know what kind of thing Lin Lin did that was so angry that he was resentful. Just a roar of an inexplicable angrily, suppressed calmness, scared the maid outside the house into that look.

The door of the house was not opened, so Chu Ying certainly could not see the situation outside. However, as a high-level cultivator, his eyes had long become an auxiliary to spiritual consciousness.

"I said it's okay!"

He was quite impatient. If it weren't for the maid's appearance, he wouldn't have taken action at this moment. I'm afraid he would have thrown away a spell and shot the other party to ashes. His time was not used to waste like this.

The maid outside was not willing to believe it. The more Chu Ying pretended to be calm, the more frightened she felt. Although she didn't even know where she was wrong, she was not wrong. But in the past, Lin Lin liked to be angry inexplicably and moved to others. There were not a hundred servants who died because of this, and there were eighty. It can be seen how the former "young master" would be waiting for in the hearts of the servants.

"roll!"

Chu Ying's patience was finally finished, and he roared out with his true energy. When the maid heard the sound, she felt a buzzing sound in her ears, her mind was blank, and she fell into a daze.

And his rage was doomed, causing a small storm.

Many times, if you accidentally tie a straight rope...

............

The first ray of sunshine in the sky shone into the mansion of Yonghou.

Ying Mo pushed open the hall door tiredly, breathed the fresh air, walked around the courtyard, and walked into the garden.

Sure enough, the figure of the lonely sword in white clothes was still in the garden.

Different, he was already sitting at the stone table, with a chess game that he got from somewhere, as if he was waiting for someone.

Ying Mo tidied up his clothes, straightened his back, and walked over solemnly. The branches hanging from the treetops brushed across his forehead, leaving a drop of dew dipped in the afterglow. Ying Mo looked at him without squinting, as if he was meticulous as meeting the Qin Emperor in the palace.

Walking to the stone table, Jian Huaxin was beside him, and Ying Wu bowed to the end.

"Mr. Jian, I'm so happy."

After taking a peek at the chess game, Ying Mo didn't know what to say. After seeing the black and white sect formation clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This is clearly a dead end!

Ying Mo was unable to practice advanced martial arts, so he could only cultivate external skills and transfer his enthusiasm to other aspects. With his superb talent, although he was not perfect, he was worthy of praise for his knowledge of all skills, and the same was true for chess.

Ying Mo is not a master of national players, but he still understands the basic principles of chess, and even in the eyes of ordinary people, he is a master.

The situation in Baizi was surrounded by Heizi and surrounded by enemies. After one step, the whole game was lost.

This is no longer a question of whether the chess power is not a chess power, but that it is undoubtedly a loss, and it is difficult to even lose a single piece. Zhenlong can still fight back. This game is even more excessive than Zhenlong. It is not a endgame, but a game of death, and there is no life in ten deaths.

Jian Xixin seemed not to notice Ying Mo's arrival, but still stared at Bai Zi tightly, as if he could see a flower on his face.

Ying Mo was helpless, but he didn't dare to act rashly, let alone sit down. He knew that he was not the one who was waiting for the other party.

Time passed quietly as the sun rose. When the birds sang on the branches, the cicadas drank with dew, and then the sword washed their hearts indifferently and glanced at Ying Mo.

"Prince, may I get this situation?"

Jian Huaxin asked, with a high attitude.

Ying Mo dared not think too much, or even wanted to wonder whether the other party was using this dead end to allude to his own situation. In front of a real strong man, if he did not have the qualification to talk to the other party with an equal dialogue, it would be best to remain "blunt".

"Don't, don't know."

There is nothing to be ashamed of this. Although Ying Mo showed a look of shame, he knew that he was not ashamed. He also knew that Jian Xixin knew that he was not ashamed. Therefore, after he made this posture, he secretly regretted it. Fortunately, Jian Xixin did not care about these details.

"Um..."

Jian Xixin frowned, brushed his hand, took a drop of dew by a blooming lily next to him, and flicked his finger. The crystal dew fell into the small pond not far away, and a koi jumped out and drank the dew in one mouthful.

The koi fell back into the water and splashed a lot of water. Each flower was bigger than the dew. In the morning light, the five colors were blurred.

Ying Mo kept observing, he didn't know what this meant, maybe it was just a coincidence that the other party did it casually, perhaps it contained profound truths. Ying Mo, who was arrogant and smart, couldn't figure it out and no longer thought about it.

"It's also true that you don't understand. Because, even I don't understand..."

Ying Mo was stunned, not knowing whether Jian Xixin was talking about this game of chess or the action just now. Or, there were both.

He was confused, but not confused, and stood respectfully with his hands down and held the etiquette of his disciples.

Originally, he was going to say hello and left. But now, he developed a particularly keen interest in the person Jian Xixin was waiting for.

At least in Jian Xixin's opinion, what kind of charm does a person who can break the situation of death have?
To be continued...