I don’t know if the Taishang Taoist sect left these remnants of the Taishang Taoist sect, would cry or laugh after knowing Fang Xing’s reaction, or would strangle him directly. In short, Fang Xing was born with a stubborn seed, but he made the person who kept the picture miscalculated. This is a picture that records the past of Taishang Taoist sect, but it also contains great supernatural powers, which will make everyone see a seed in the heart of this picture, and wait for it to take root and sprout in the future.

However, Fang Xing first woke him up in advance because the treasure mirror awakened him, and secondly because he was born with this kind of nature, he regarded this past of the Supreme Taoist tradition as a play, but he was so moved that he was not successfully planted.

As for not planting seeds, it will be a blessing or a disaster in the future, no one can tell now.

The seventh level was so easy to pass. In fact, the requirements for this level were simple. It would be enough to just take away the power of the remaining thoughts left by the Supreme Taoist Orthodox. If the soul was insufficient, after being exposed to those scenes, the soul would be damaged and turned into a puppet willing to protect the ruins of the Supreme Taoist Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orth

After muttering a few words, Fang Xing carried a black giant sword on his back and walked forward with great strides.

Behind him, the bronze mirror flashed, floating quietly behind him like a ghost.

At the eighth level, there was a broken hall, with air leaking from all sides. Only two huge stone pillars covered with dust were supported and not collapsed. Fang Xing slowly walked up the steps and saw a large bluestone still standing on the left side of the hall. The content on the stone made Fang Xing feel depressed. After a long time of staying, he lifted his legs and stepped into the hall helplessly, holding a feeling of losing...

Because this level is extremely simple. It is... chess game!

Fang Xing was almost crying. Although Uncle Eleven, who had taught him for three years, was a master of chess, he was not!

Baimao had been tempted twelve times in three years and wanted to train himself to become a master of chess, but he was cruelly rejected by him.

Because he really didn't know what the black and white broken chess pieces meant. It was quite pleasant to lift the chessboard!

After entering the broken hall, he found that there was nothing else in the hall. Only at the end of the hall was an old monk in gray robe sitting cross-legged, looking completely gone, and the gray robe on his body was decayed. He lowered his head, without a sound, and in front of him, there was a black iron chessboard with a thick layer of dust on it. There was almost no chess piece, but there were some concave and convex marks.

Before coming to the chessboard, Fang Xing blew away the dust on the chessboard in one breath, revealing the chess pieces below.

I looked down at the chessboard for a while, as if I was studying the chess path.

When he lowered his head to watch the chess, the bronze mirror also quietly flew to his head, and a light emerged and floated to his forehead.

At first glance, it seemed that it was the bronze mirror that helped him crack this time and told him how to solve chess.

However, just as the light was about to reach Fang Xing's forehead, Fang Xing suddenly looked around. He lifted the chessboard away, and at the same time he jumped up. He held the black giant sword in both hands. With a "swoosh", he stirred up the storm that had swept the entire ruined palace. The black giant sword drew half a circle. With a "clang" sound, it slashed the bronze mirror in the air and slashed the old cult's neck again...

"when……"

The black giant sword slashed hard at Lao Xiu's neck who seemed to have died for many years, making a crisp sound.

The black giant sword that was originally strong and seemed to be able to cut everything was actually bounced back due to collapse.

Fang Xing was also bounced back four or five steps by this recoil force, and his hands holding the sword were shaking...

At such a close distance, such a sharp black giant sword, and such violent attack methods, even the divine iron was shattered.

However, the old cultivator did not change at all!

Even on his shriveled neck, only a faint white mark was left, without breaking the slightest flesh.

"You're finally here..."

Lao Xiu's talent did not change, but his voice slowly rang.

It was not a spiritual sense or a voice transmission. It was a real talk and spoke.

The voice is weak and powerless, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a breath of energy. If it is not a practitioner, there will be no such weak voice at all.

"Uh... Senior is polite, hehe, you are waiting for me, probably because you were waiting for the wrong person..."

Fang Xing was panicked. He didn't even hurt a hair with such a violent sword. This unfathomable old man was so scary. He answered randomly, but his figure was slowly retreating, ready to escape.

In fact, he had guessed that he would encounter something unexpected, but he didn't expect that the people he met were so difficult to deal with.

On the way through the easy way, he was already suspicious.

He really felt that it was too easy for him to pass the level.

As he got closer and closer to the Nine Pass, the feeling became stronger and the feeling in his heart became more complicated.

He was a suspicious person and didn't really believe in free lunch. If it was a bit more difficult along the way, it would be fine, but it was so smooth that it would inevitably make him feel a little uneasy.

However, when some roads came up, there was no room for turning back. Since he wanted to plan the Taoist sect of the Supreme Taoist sect, there was a sea of ​​swords and fires ahead, and there was no reason to give up halfway. Therefore, he could only be careful and slowly rush in, but he was also secretly observing the six directions, listening to all directions, and always preparing to deal with unexpected changes.

It was precisely because of this that after seeing the eighth level, the old man felt a little suspicious.

Because the old man's robes were decayed, but his skin and flesh were still intact, which was really strange.

More importantly, Fang Xing faintly sensed a hint of vagueness from the old man.

How come there are still living people within the nine passes of the heaven?

This discovery made Fang Xing feel distressed!

He deliberately pretended not to find anything and approached quietly, just to give this old man a moment.

Especially when he felt that the bronze mirror was about to penetrate his sea of ​​consciousness, he couldn't help it and started to take action.

No matter what it is, I will chop it first.

However, all the actions were in my control, but I didn't expect that I could not kill this old man.

Fang Xing immediately discovered that the old man's cultivation was simply unimaginable. He smiled and wanted to apply oil to the soles of his feet...

"Wrong? How could I be wrong? As long as I come here, I will be the one I have to wait for, not to mention..." The old Xiu, who had his head down, slowly raised his head, and there was a ghost fire in his deep eye sockets: "...You brought my bronze mirror?"

"You...your bronze mirror?"

Even at this moment, Fang Xing was determined to escape, and was shocked when he heard this and looked up at the old Xiu.

Like a skeleton, but not a skeleton. There is a layer of dark and shriveled film on the bones. The hair and beard have fallen off, leaving only a few strands. The whole person looks like a mummy who has been sunk in the desert for several years, even more like a dead person than a dead person. Although his appearance has taken off his human form and his flesh is wrapped around the bones, it is vaguely, but it looks familiar...

After a slight twist in his mind, Fang Xing immediately thought of a possibility, and his heart couldn't help but jump up.

He had seen this old cult, but what he saw was a portrait.

"You...you are...hate...hate..."

When Lao Xiu saw that he recognized him, he sighed softly and wanted to answer: "That's right, I'm the ancestor of hating heaven!"

However, before he could speak, Fang Xing shouted out the next half of the sentence: "Hate the God of the God?"

Lao Xiu was speechless immediately, silent for a long time, without an answer.

Fang Xing didn't say anything, his eyes dripping.

"How is it outside now? Is the Hentian lineage left behind by me still in the inheritance?"

Lao Xiu suddenly spoke again, and sighed in confusion: "Oh, if I am still there, the first thing I do after I am escaped is to destroy these unworthy descendants. Fuck... They were asked to use the bronze mirror I brought out from my clone to choose a suitable body to help me escape, but thousands of years have passed, why didn't I even see a ghost? Do these unworthy descendants really want my husband to die here? Alas, it's almost too late, maybe in two years, I will really..."

"Fuck, what a bastard..."

Fang Xing was so scared that his hair stood up behind him. He was not afraid of ghosts, but afraid of people.

Especially this person is actually an old monster in the legend of Guixu, who has been transformed into an old monster for countless years... The ancestor of hatred!

"Hehe, senior, it turns out it's you. It seems that I can pass the previous seven levels smoothly, it's your credit..."

Fang Xing was frightened, but he laughed and took a step forward while laughing. He looked like he wanted to get closer and say something, but suddenly, his body shook forward and rushed backward like lightning.

Crazy...

Almost at the same moment, there were 108,000 swords appearing behind Fang Xing, transforming into a golden light, and escaping into the distance.

"Haha, it's still a little fox. But no matter how slick you are, how can you get out of this situation that I have been clothed for thousands of years?"

The old ancestor Hentian, who seemed to have only breath, smiled in a low voice. His thin claws raised his head with difficulty and gently hooked into the void. In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed. All the halls and black soil were gone. The whole world turned into a boundless chess scale. Countless black and white hills were placed in starry sky, and a mysterious and complex chess game was laid out. (To be continued)

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