Chapter 1627
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The top of No.9 town is located at the intersection of multiple factors, but it seems to be in different time and space, world, destiny, latitude and material. It is full of endless strangeness. Ordinary people can't see through the clues and can only see the vast void.
A place independent of heaven and earth, the world, all things, the top of the world, only in the countless lines of black and white, seems to be in a strange endless point of delivery, one side is full of dead gas, the other is filled with vitality.
Life and death, light and darkness, creation and destruction, even the ancient Yin and Yang, seem to be interdependent and independent existence, but they are full of connection.
If you have to describe it, it is a vast and endless chessboard with heaven and earth as its pieces, which is more indescribable and more difficult to show with things.
One black and one white, heaven longitude and latitude, vast and divine.
Countless black and white lines interweave to form a checkerboard like existence. Each square grid seems to represent a chaos. Among the black and white interwoven lines, countless squares have been annihilated and turned into endless nothingness.
However, the immensity and vastness of the chessboard show that, apart from the two sides of the black-and-white chessboard that can not be described in words, there are two figures sitting on each side, I don't know how high and how big.
A figure on a black chessboard, dressed in a simple linen robe, is full of endless mystery and vastness. It seems that it is the road, which can't be said or described.
A figure on a white chessboard, a black robe, black hair like a waterfall, like a pair of young man's facial features, giving people a kind of extraordinary and immortal, as if it existed at the beginning of the world.
They were sitting there for an unknown number of years. They were obviously playing chess, just like two rotten wooden statues. They did not speak, speak, think, read, or think, and they did not move.
Black chessboard, from time to time there are square annihilation, into endless nothingness, while the white chessboard, is still the original number, is not the square annihilation.
Compared with each other, the white chessboard occupies an absolutely overwhelming advantage.
"Taoist friend, you have no son to lose, and you have won or lost."
One side of the white chessboard, the young man in black makes a sound, and his eyes stare at the old man opposite. In his eyes, there are endless stars, hundreds of millions of worlds, immortal heaven and earth, and the light of all worlds intertwined.
"Friends of the Tao, it's too early to say whether it will win or lose. Who says that the old way has no children to lose?"
On one side of the black chessboard, the old man smiles and stares at a square in the middle of the black chessboard. Around this square, there are still nine complete squares, and the square in the center is surrounded by the most solid barrier.
"Taoist friends, abandon nine to protect one, want to overturn the game with one son, it's a bit of delusion!"
At one end of the white chessboard, the young man in black stares with his eyes, trying to make the remaining ten pieces clear, but a dark fog diffuses out, completely shielding the peeping.
"Daoyou, you've passed it!"
At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth was smiling, with a long white beard, full of mysterious and unpredictable power, as if it was the road of heaven and earth.
"Taoist friends, I'm looking forward to how you can turn the game. How long have you and I played this game with the world as the boundary, void as the plate and chaos as the son?"
The young man in black at one end of the white chessboard gave up peeping, but the mysterious and powerful voice stirred the sky
"Daoyou, the destruction of China and the end of the fairyland, you and I began to play chess. Up to now, there are seven volumes of ancient history."
The old man in cloth sitting on one side of the black chessboard uttered his voice. His words were full of calmness, and his old and turbid eyes were filled with the brilliance of wisdom, which seemed to gather the wisdom of heaven and earth.
"Daoyou, seven volumes of ancient history have passed. Don't you give up?"
The young man in black at one end of the white chessboard makes a sound again. This game is seven volumes of ancient history Such a long time has passed
"Daoyou, the story is not over, you have not won, the old way has not lost. Before the last moment, who can really see the difference? You and I are players, but the world is like chess. Dare you ask friend, can you control everything?"
At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth laughs. Every word seems to contain the supreme rhyme and profound mystery, but no one knows the change
"Daoyou, the story is coming to an end. The chess pieces are chessmen after all. Even if you jump out of the chessboard, they are still chessmen, and you only have ten pieces to use, and I have all the pieces on the board. How can you compete with me?"
At one end of the white chessboard, the young man's lacquer black sleeve is covered with a roll of white chessboard. Hundreds of millions of light and shadow are interwoven. It seems that the light from all over the world is condensed. Finally, hundreds of millions of light and shadow disappear. Only one picture condenses on the chessboard, which is the remote town No.9, which reflects the picture of ancient wilderness.
"Taoist friends, the story is far from over. The story belongs to all living beings, and it is up to all sentient beings to create the ending. You and I just need to watch. Why interfere?"
At one end of the black chessboard, the big sleeves of the old man were rolled, and countless dark mists were suspended among them. The picture also disappeared, and the old man kept smiling all the time.
"Daoyou, you've passed it!"
At one end of the white chessboard, a young man in black makes a sound, which is filled with a trace of greatness and prestige"Daoyou, maybe the story is just beginning."
At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth stroked his beard with a smile, which was totally mysterious and profound. No one knew what he was thinking?
"My Lord, let's wait and see."
"Chaos, watch its change!"
One black and one white, one old and one young, sitting up again like rotten wood, no one can see any clue, and no one knows who they are?
-
in the vast void of No.9 Town, three ancient bluestone coffins can be seen, standing quietly among them. I don't know how long it has been silent.
"Three great men, here he is!"
"His subordinates are incompetent and have not gained his trust."
"How to do next, please three adults show me."
The figure of the guide No. 9 slowly emerged and knelt down on one knee towards the empty three ancient blue stone coffins, and lowered the head deeply. The whole person seemed to be filled with awe.
"Creak!"
"This thing Leave it to him The letter... "
"Go There is only one chance It's important for us to get rid of... "
"Tell commander-in-chief da'e's Pisces Get ready The devil Must die... "
Three ancient celadon coffins make a dull sound like dust laden ages. It can be seen that a rotten palm covered with green hair emerges from it. Among them, an ancient Yellow Jade slip appears, which flies directly in front of the guide No. 9
"Three adults, I'm leaving!" The guide No. 9 is holding the ancient jade slips, and the figure slowly disappears
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The top of No.9 town is located at the intersection of multiple factors, but it seems to be in different time and space, world, destiny, latitude and material. It is full of endless strangeness. Ordinary people can't see through the clues and can only see the vast void.
A place independent of heaven and earth, the world, all things, the top of the world, only in the countless lines of black and white, seems to be in a strange endless point of delivery, one side is full of dead gas, the other is filled with vitality.
Life and death, light and darkness, creation and destruction, even the ancient Yin and Yang, seem to be interdependent and independent existence, but they are full of connection.
If you have to describe it, it is a vast and endless chessboard with heaven and earth as its pieces, which is more indescribable and more difficult to show with things.
One black and one white, heaven longitude and latitude, vast and divine.
Countless black and white lines interweave to form a checkerboard like existence. Each square grid seems to represent a chaos. Among the black and white interwoven lines, countless squares have been annihilated and turned into endless nothingness.
However, the immensity and vastness of the chessboard show that, apart from the two sides of the black-and-white chessboard that can not be described in words, there are two figures sitting on each side, I don't know how high and how big.
A figure on a black chessboard, dressed in a simple linen robe, is full of endless mystery and vastness. It seems that it is the road, which can't be said or described.
A figure on a white chessboard, a black robe, black hair like a waterfall, like a pair of young man's facial features, giving people a kind of extraordinary and immortal, as if it existed at the beginning of the world.
They were sitting there for an unknown number of years. They were obviously playing chess, just like two rotten wooden statues. They did not speak, speak, think, read, or think, and they did not move.
Black chessboard, from time to time there are square annihilation, into endless nothingness, while the white chessboard, is still the original number, is not the square annihilation.
Compared with each other, the white chessboard occupies an absolutely overwhelming advantage.
"Taoist friend, you have no son to lose, and you have won or lost."
One side of the white chessboard, the young man in black makes a sound, and his eyes stare at the old man opposite. In his eyes, there are endless stars, hundreds of millions of worlds, immortal heaven and earth, and the light of all worlds intertwined.
"Friends of the Tao, it's too early to say whether it will win or lose. Who says that the old way has no children to lose?"
On one side of the black chessboard, the old man smiles and stares at a square in the middle of the black chessboard. Around this square, there are still nine complete squares, and the square in the center is surrounded by the most solid barrier.
"Taoist friends, abandon nine to protect one, want to overturn the game with one son, it's a bit of delusion!"
At one end of the white chessboard, the young man in black stares with his eyes, trying to make the remaining ten pieces clear, but a dark fog diffuses out, completely shielding the peeping.
"Daoyou, you've passed it!"
At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth was smiling, with a long white beard, full of mysterious and unpredictable power, as if it was the road of heaven and earth.
"Taoist friends, I'm looking forward to how you can turn the game. How long have you and I played this game with the world as the boundary, void as the plate and chaos as the son?"
The young man in black at one end of the white chessboard gave up peeping, but the mysterious and powerful voice stirred the sky
"Daoyou, the destruction of China and the end of the fairyland, you and I began to play chess. Up to now, there are seven volumes of ancient history."
The old man in cloth sitting on one side of the black chessboard uttered his voice. His words were full of calmness, and his old and turbid eyes were filled with the brilliance of wisdom, which seemed to gather the wisdom of heaven and earth.
"Daoyou, seven volumes of ancient history have passed. Don't you give up?"
The young man in black at one end of the white chessboard makes a sound again. This game is seven volumes of ancient history Such a long time has passed
"Daoyou, the story is not over, you have not won, the old way has not lost. Before the last moment, who can really see the difference? You and I are players, but the world is like chess. Dare you ask friend, can you control everything?"
At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth laughs. Every word seems to contain the supreme rhyme and profound mystery, but no one knows the change
"Daoyou, the story is coming to an end. The chess pieces are chessmen after all. Even if you jump out of the chessboard, they are still chessmen, and you only have ten pieces to use, and I have all the pieces on the board. How can you compete with me?"
At one end of the white chessboard, the young man's lacquer black sleeve is covered with a roll of white chessboard. Hundreds of millions of light and shadow are interwoven. It seems that the light from all over the world is condensed. Finally, hundreds of millions of light and shadow disappear. Only one picture condenses on the chessboard, which is the remote town No.9, which reflects the picture of ancient wilderness.
"Taoist friends, the story is far from over. The story belongs to all living beings, and it is up to all sentient beings to create the ending. You and I just need to watch. Why interfere?"
At one end of the black chessboard, the big sleeves of the old man were rolled, and countless dark mists were suspended among them. The picture also disappeared, and the old man kept smiling all the time.
"Daoyou, you've passed it!"
At one end of the white chessboard, a young man in black makes a sound, which is filled with a trace of greatness and prestige"Daoyou, maybe the story is just beginning."
At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth stroked his beard with a smile, which was totally mysterious and profound. No one knew what he was thinking?
"My Lord, let's wait and see."
"Chaos, watch its change!"
One black and one white, one old and one young, sitting up again like rotten wood, no one can see any clue, and no one knows who they are?
-
in the vast void of No.9 Town, three ancient bluestone coffins can be seen, standing quietly among them. I don't know how long it has been silent.
"Three great men, here he is!"
"His subordinates are incompetent and have not gained his trust."
"How to do next, please three adults show me."
The figure of the guide No. 9 slowly emerged and knelt down on one knee towards the empty three ancient blue stone coffins, and lowered the head deeply. The whole person seemed to be filled with awe.
"Creak!"
"This thing Leave it to him The letter... "
"Go There is only one chance It's important for us to get rid of... "
"Tell commander-in-chief da'e's Pisces Get ready The devil Must die... "
Three ancient celadon coffins make a dull sound like dust laden ages. It can be seen that a rotten palm covered with green hair emerges from it. Among them, an ancient Yellow Jade slip appears, which flies directly in front of the guide No. 9
"Three adults, I'm leaving!" The guide No. 9 is holding the ancient jade slips, and the figure slowly disappears
The top of No.9 town is located at the intersection of multiple factors, but it seems to be in different time and space, world, destiny, latitude and material. It is full of endless strangeness. Ordinary people can't see through the clues and can only see the vast void. A place independent of heaven and earth, the world, all things, the top of the world, only in the countless lines of black and white, seems to be in a strange endless point of delivery, one side is full of dead gas, the other is filled with vitality. Life and death, light and darkness, creation and destruction, even the ancient Yin and Yang, seem to be interdependent and independent existence, but they are full of connection. If you have to describe it, it is a vast and endless chessboard with heaven and earth as its pieces, which is more indescribable and more difficult to show with things. One black and one white, heaven longitude and latitude, vast and divine. Countless black and white lines interweave to form a checkerboard like existence. Each square grid seems to represent a chaos. Among the black and white interwoven lines, countless squares have been annihilated and turned into endless nothingness. However, the immensity and vastness of the chessboard show that, apart from the two sides of the black-and-white chessboard that can not be described in words, there are two figures sitting on each side, I don't know how high and how big. A figure on a black chessboard, dressed in a simple linen robe, is full of endless mystery and vastness. It seems that it is the road, which can't be said or described. A figure on a white chessboard, a black robe, black hair like a waterfall, like a pair of young man's facial features, giving people a kind of extraordinary and immortal, as if it existed at the beginning of the world. They were sitting there for an unknown number of years. They were obviously playing chess, just like two rotten wooden statues. They did not speak, speak, think, read, or think, and they did not move. Black chessboard, from time to time there are square annihilation, into endless nothingness, while the white chessboard, is still the original number, is not the square annihilation. Compared with each other, the white chessboard occupies an absolutely overwhelming advantage. "Taoist friend, you have no son to lose, and you have won or lost." One side of the white chessboard, the young man in black makes a sound, and his eyes stare at the old man opposite. In his eyes, there are endless stars, hundreds of millions of worlds, immortal heaven and earth, and the light of all worlds intertwined. "Friends of the Tao, it's too early to say whether it will win or lose. Who says that the old way has no children to lose?" On one side of the black chessboard, the old man smiles and stares at a square in the middle of the black chessboard. Around this square, there are still nine complete squares, and the square in the center is surrounded by the most solid barrier. "Taoist friends, abandon nine to protect one, want to overturn the game with one son, it's a bit of delusion!" At one end of the white chessboard, the young man in black stares with his eyes, trying to make the remaining ten pieces clear, but a dark fog diffuses out, completely shielding the peeping. "Daoyou, you've passed it!" At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth was smiling, with a long white beard, full of mysterious and unpredictable power, as if it was the road of heaven and earth. "Taoist friends, I'm looking forward to how you can turn the game. How long have you and I played this game with the world as the boundary, void as the plate and chaos as the son?" The young man in black at one end of the white chessboard gave up peeping, but the mysterious and powerful voice stirred the sky "Daoyou, the destruction of China and the end of the fairyland, you and I began to play chess. Up to now, there are seven volumes of ancient history." The old man in cloth sitting on one side of the black chessboard uttered his voice. His words were full of calmness, and his old and turbid eyes were filled with the brilliance of wisdom, which seemed to gather the wisdom of heaven and earth. "Daoyou, seven volumes of ancient history have passed. Don't you give up?" The young man in black at one end of the white chessboard makes a sound again. This game is seven volumes of ancient history Such a long time has passed "Daoyou, the story is not over, you have not won, the old way has not lost. Before the last moment, who can really see the difference? You and I are players, but the world is like chess. Dare you ask friend, can you control everything?" At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth laughs. Every word seems to contain the supreme rhyme and profound mystery, but no one knows the change "Daoyou, the story is coming to an end. The chess pieces are chessmen after all. Even if you jump out of the chessboard, they are still chessmen, and you only have ten pieces to use, and I have all the pieces on the board. How can you compete with me?" At one end of the white chessboard, the young man's lacquer black sleeve is covered with a roll of white chessboard. Hundreds of millions of light and shadow are interwoven. It seems that the light from all over the world is condensed. Finally, hundreds of millions of light and shadow disappear. Only one picture condenses on the chessboard, which is the remote town No.9, which reflects the picture of ancient wilderness. "Taoist friends, the story is far from over. The story belongs to all living beings, and it is up to all sentient beings to create the ending. You and I just need to watch. Why interfere?" At one end of the black chessboard, the big sleeves of the old man were rolled, and countless dark mists were suspended among them. The picture also disappeared, and the old man kept smiling all the time. "Daoyou, you've passed it!" At one end of the white chessboard, a young man in black makes a sound, which is filled with a trace of greatness and prestige"Daoyou, maybe the story is just beginning." At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in cloth stroked his beard with a smile, which was totally mysterious and profound. No one knew what he was thinking? "My Lord, let's wait and see." "Chaos, watch its change!" One black and one white, one old and one young, sitting up again like rotten wood, no one can see any clue, and no one knows who they are? - in the vast void of No.9 Town, three ancient bluestone coffins can be seen, standing quietly among them. I don't know how long it has been silent. "Three great men, here he is!" "His subordinates are incompetent and have not gained his trust." "How to do next, please three adults show me." The figure of the guide No. 9 slowly emerged and knelt down on one knee towards the empty three ancient blue stone coffins, and lowered the head deeply. The whole person seemed to be filled with awe. "Creak!" "This thing Leave it to him The letter... " "Go There is only one chance It's important for us to get rid of... " "Tell commander-in-chief da'e's Pisces Get ready The devil Must die... " Three ancient celadon coffins make a dull sound like dust laden ages. It can be seen that a rotten palm covered with green hair emerges from it. Among them, an ancient Yellow Jade slip appears, which flies directly in front of the guide No. 9 "Three adults, I'm leaving!" The guide No. 9 is holding the ancient jade slips, and the figure slowly disappears
