Chapter seven hundred and seventy-two: [I am me, he is him! 】
Chapter 772: [I am me, he is him!]
Mr. Qi laughed smirked: "Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation."
He rushed towards the Heavenly Prisoner Wang Gaopeng, who disguised as Jiao Shi's housekeeper, intending to die with the other party in the next banned photo pink star burst.
Gaopeng, the king of Heavenly Prison, reached out his hand and controlled it, and stuck the chess in the air. He smiled and said, "I am not the one I was six thousand years ago. Moreover, if I hadn't fought until I was exhausted, with your strength,
How can I kill me? Chess King, my old friend, you should go on the road alone. I still have a mission and can't go on the road with you."
He shook his hand gently.
The old man Qi immediately bounced back.
When the Chess Old rushed up for the second time, he set up thousands of chess board formation maps. The Heavenly Prison King Gaopeng had turned into a phantom and disappeared into the secret path of light.
"Oh, I'm old." Old Qi stopped sadly, leaned over and picked up the chess piece on the ground that was shaking the breath, and sat down again.
Although the six thousand years of guarding the enemy, he also imprisons himself.
Until now, the responsibility of guarding has truly left him.
Only freedom belongs to himself again.
In the last moment of his life, although it was short, he truly felt the joy of playing chess. When he put a chess piece on the chessboard, he smiled on his face and talked to himself, as if he was talking to someone.
: "I can finally relax and play chess. You, what else do you have to regret? Although you are powerless to stop it, you have tried your best... In the next life, it would be great if you can be reborn in the Tower of Tongtian. The blood-spray is really
Want to see it all..."
When he gently placed the chess piece on the chessboard, he found that the chessboard was a little mutated.
"Is this? Is this my spiritual consciousness?"
Mr. Qi was shocked at first, then smiled bitterly, regaining his freedom, relaxing his responsibilities, and only realizing his spiritual consciousness at the last moment of his life. This is really ironic in his life.
Could it be that the responsibility of being firmly guarded for six thousand years has imprisoned one's spiritual sense?
Outside Sun Island, Yueyang has disappeared without a trace.
The fallen warriors in the dark world did not chase after this strange young man, and they stepped up the communication between the dark world.
With the joint communication between nearly 10,000 quasi-celestial ranks and nearly 100 celestial ranks, they studied the dark realm channel for tens of thousands of years and successfully connected the forbidden dungeon. Before they could check the seal inside, everyone immediately fled far away.
The fool also knows that the Sun Island is about to explode now, and its sealing energy has reached its extreme chaos. Countless currents are flashing wildly with the electric snake thunder. Because of the sealing power, the entire Sun Island is constantly shrinking and reaching
The moment at its limit will be a devastating explosion.
After another devastating explosion, the entire space will be broken and twisted into a space storm because of the space, and eventually evolve into a black hole space that devours everything.
All creatures that fall into it will never be reborn!
Because the dark world is interconnected, the entire earth and the heaven have formed the same strange signs.
The ground is cracked.
Even the center of Sun Island was torn in half.
The chaotic energy flow generated by countless space cracks rubbing against each other, running around, destroying any touching object.
The strong city lord's mansion has collapsed. Except for the secret path of light, the entire Sun Island is deforming and twisting, as if an invisible magic hand is twisting.
There were crowds of people running for life, and almost everyone fled to the distant valley, intending to escape from the sky with the help of the canyon. There were also a few people who were in a panic and flew towards the Sun Island like blind-headed flies. The giant on the ground was
The cross-shaped avenue burst out with huge holes, like the cracked mouths of prehistoric monsters, silently mocking people.
In history, Rizhao City, which had never been captured, was the Sun Island, which became the base behind the heavenly realm six thousand years ago. Now, it has finally collapsed.
The secret path of light.
The old man closed his eyes, held his steady fingers, and gently put down the last piece in his hand.
Time, ten seconds left.
This will belong to the last ten seconds of his life.
Just as the old man of Qi smiled without regrets and was about to die calmly, he suddenly saw a young man walking out of the secret passage. Standing behind the young man, there were a group of ghost-like guys, among which,
Many of them are acquaintances that Mr. Qi knows.
"Impossible!" Mr. Qi would rather believe that this was an illusion before his death.
"Although I can't stop the explosion of the banned pink star device, I can postpone it for three minutes. Three minutes is not too much, I can't finish a game of chess, but I can do a lot of things." He walked out directly towards the old man Qi.
The young man was of course Yueyang, and the group of ghost-like shadows following him were the warriors of the Tongtian Tower sealed inside, or the rebel leader of the Tiantian Tower remaining in the heavenly realm.
"So, the guests came in just to cover you." Old Qi understood completely now.
Why did Gaopeng, the king of Heavenly Prison, come in to expose his identity without stopping the explosion? He was not showing off to himself, but gave cover for this young man.
When I saw the Heavenly Prison King, I was shocked. My whole mind was on the old enemy, Gaopeng. I didn't realize that there was another young man who saved people under my nose. This young man was the new generation of Prison King...
...He was younger and more wise than the Prison Emperor back then... Mr. Qi looked at Yueyang who was not looking at him more often, and slowly walked by his side, as if he was hit by a giant hammer.
Failed.
Failed again!
This time, it was not defeated by the invincible power of the Prison Emperor back then, but by the wisdom of this young man.
If the other party hadn't appeared on his own initiative, I'd probably not know that he would have failed until his death.
The ghostly shadows, a tall and thin shadow stood up and smiled at Mr. Qi and said, "Just King, we are all old, we are all old guys. Now it is a world of young people, why bother so obsessed with me
Go to the Tower of Heaven, being a free chess player is better than being a watchdog for the Central Temple! So many years have passed, and we have figured out that the past grudges can be put down as long as you are willing to let go.
…Let’s go with us, six thousand years of great time are wasted here, you have done enough.”
Chess shook his head heavily.
Sighing slightly, "Thank you, you should know me. I am the least used to changing environments. When you fought to the death for the Prison Emperor, I admire you very much. If you leave with you today, you will look down on yourself. I am so envious.
Thousands of years have passed, and there are still people who are thinking about you and come to save you. Is this the tradition of the Tower of Heaven?"
"The Tower of Heaven has no tradition at all. If you insist on having it, it means that the old guy is going to get out of the way and let the young man emerge." Another ghost-like shadow burst into laughter.
"It's a pity that I was not born in the Tower of Heaven." The old man of Qi sat down slowly, stretched out his hand, and chasing all the game of chess in front of him.
The chess pieces fell, just like his mood at this moment.
A shadow came up.
Reach your hand and click gently on the board.
All the chess pieces automatically return to their original position, not bad at all, exactly the same as the one that the chess master just placed.
He spoke seriously and seriously: "You are completely wrong. The inheritance of the Tower of Heaven is not the birthplace, not the race, nor the bloodline, but the soul! A kind of spirit, body, will, knowledge, and even the whole soul has no place to go, no matter the spirit, body, will, and even the whole soul.
A kind of soul inheritance that is not full of. It is very mysterious and cannot be described at all. Only those who realize it exist are the real warriors of the Tower of Heaven... The difference between us and life in heaven lies in our soul inheritance, generation after generation
The inheritance of the body is not to inherit the power, but to enlighten the soul. People like us who are eager to be sublimated in the soul through cultivation are the real strong people, and we admit that the other party is a tower of the sky. You could not get us back then
The admission is not because your birthplace is in heaven, nor because your race and bloodline are different from us, but because you have never been a real strong man.”
"The reason why a life is powerful is never just about strength."
After saying that, the shadow struted away.
Other shadows followed closely.
The old man Qi closed his eyes and his whole body trembled.
A look of shame on his face.
He stood up staggeringly, walked towards the end of the secret passage of light, towards the banned pink star device that was about to explode, and murmured: "So I have never been a real strong man? It's too late,
If I had known this was the case, I would have given it to my favorite chess game in my life. I was wrong!"
Sun Island exploded in a dazzling light.
The entire Rizhao City, even the entire mountain canyon, turned into a state of destruction in an instant.
A minute after the big explosion, a small black hole emerged in the no longer existed location of the Sun Island, expanding and enlarging, absorbing all the things around, flames, energy, debris, shock waves and space.
It becomes a space of extinction where all things no longer exist.
A hundred kilometers away, in front of Yueyang, there were a group of ghostly shadows standing.
These people, the youngest, also had long beards, each of them were old guys, and they were not covered in clothes, looking like beggars.
In fact, they have no bodies, they are just soul states. With their power, as long as they think about it, they can immediately become golden. Yue Yang doesn't understand, even if he doesn't become a little handsome, what's the matter
Want to become like a beggar? Does anyone who has died once have a very dark mind?
"This is the process. The old turtle asked me to come to find you. In fact, I didn't think I could rescue you so soon." Yue Yang glanced at the Heavenly Prison King Gaopeng who had recovered from the state of Jiao Shi's housekeeper and asked tentatively: "You guys
When will you go back to see the old turtle?"
"We won't go back." Gaopeng, the king of Heaven Prison, shook his head: "The Tower of Heaven belongs to you. The existence of us old guys is completely unnecessary."
"Just bring Yuanlong up to gather with us when you have time." A shadow smiled.
"In fact, we still have a lot of things to do, and some things we haven't finished, so we can't go back and report to His Majesty the Prison Emperor, we are back, boy, don't worry about us, you are busy with yours, we
You don't have to worry about these old guys." A shadow with a very loud voice and a very furious temper grabbed Yue Yang's collar and shouted: "You kid want to become the new generation of prison emperor, but your strength is still small. You have to work harder yourself!"
"I am me, he is him!" Yueyang Khan, who wants to be the second emperor of Prison? If he wants to make a name in the heaven, he will not be the second emperor of Vivien Leigh, who conquered the queen, nor will he be the second emperor of Prison.
, but the third young master of Yue’s family, the new successor and new legend of Tongtian Tower!
"See you here again in a year. Third Master, you should practice more. Let's restore your strength first. Otherwise, it will not be enough for the giants in the heaven to destroy it with one hand." The Heavenly Prison King Gaopeng patted Yue Yang's shoulder: "Tongtian Tower is so
I have seen many younger generations, but I have never seen anyone like you. Third Young Master, you are really a very perverted existence. If you were not the successor of the Prison Emperor, I would probably not be able to help but kill you.
”
"Hey, is this what a senior should say?" Yue Yang was angry. It would be fine if you don't give me some treasures and artifacts, but you're still making fun of it like this?
"You can only order us when you get the approval of the Prison Emperor's God Seal." The shadow, who was the most serious and serious, bowed slightly to Yue Yang: "Go farewell first."
Yueyang was speechless.
The Prison Emperor's God Seal can only be smashed with walnuts on Shuang'er. When will it be recognized?
Forget it, your own treasure is the most powerful, don’t count on other people’s artifacts!
It seemed as if he heard Yue Yang's intentions. Whether it was the Star Luo Scorpio, the Taotie Blade, or even the Tongtian War Beast that was lazily lying on Yue Yang's wrist, it emitted a wave of joy.