Chapter 1627: Chessboard, old man, young man

The top of No. 9 Town is at the intersection of diversity, but it seems to be in different time and space, world, destiny, latitude, and material at the same time. It is full of endless strangeness, and ordinary people can't see the clues at all, but can only see the vastness. It's just vanity.

A place independent of heaven and earth, the world, everything, and the top of the universe, only among the countless lines that distinguish black and white, seems to be at a strange and endless intersection, one side is full of death, the other is full of life.

Life and death, light and darkness, creation and destruction, even the ancient Yin and Yang, seem to be interdependent and independent of each other, but they are full of connections.

If you have to describe it, it is a huge and endless chessboard with heaven and earth as its subordinates. It is even more indescribable, and it is even harder to show it with things.

One black and one white, heaven and earth latitude, vast and divine.

Countless black and white lines are intertwined to form a checkerboard-like existence. Each square seems to represent a chaos. Among the black and white intertwined lines, countless squares have been annihilated and turned into endless nothingness.

But infinitely grand, infinitely vast, unavailable events to show, outside of the two sides of the black and white chessboard that cannot be described in words, there are faint figures sitting on each side of unknown heights.

A figure on a black chessboard, dressed in a simple linen robe, gave birth to a childlike face with a crane hair and a fairy style, full of endless mystery and vastness, as if it were a great road, beyond words, even more indescribable.

A figure on a white chessboard, a black robe, long black hair like a waterfall, looks like a young man's facial features, giving people a kind of extraordinary and immortal, as if they existed at the beginning of the world.

The two have been sitting upright for an unknown number of years. They are obviously playing against each other, like two decayed trees, without speaking, speaking, thinking, thinking, thinking, and not moving.

On the black chessboard, squares are annihilated from time to time, turning into endless nothingness, while on the white chessboard, the original number is still maintained, and there is no square annihilation at all.

Comparing each other, making judgments, the white chessboard has an absolute overwhelming advantage.

"Friends of Taoism, you have no children to fall, the victory or defeat is already divided."

The black-clothed young man on the white chessboard made a sound, staring at the old man on the opposite side. There seemed to be endless stars in his eyes, billions of worlds, immortal worlds, and the light of all worlds intertwined.

"Friends of Taoism, it is premature to say that this statement will win or lose. Whoever says that the old ways have nothing to lose."

The old man with coarse cloth on the black chessboard smiled, his old and endless eyes stared at the prescription grid in the center of the black chessboard, and around this prescription grid, there are nine complete squares, and the central square is tightly surrounded. , Is like the most solid barrier.

"Friends of Taoism, it is too delusional to give up nine and save one, and want to come back with one lore!"

The boy in black at one end of the white chessboard stared at him, trying to get an insight into the remaining ten sons, but a dark mist filled out, completely shielding the prying eyes.

"Friends, you passed!"

The old man in common clothes at one end of the black chessboard was smiling, and his long white beard was lightly slapped, full of mysterious power, as if it were a great avenue of heaven and earth.

"Friends of Daoist, I am looking forward to how you will come back and kill you, you and I will use the universe as the boundary, the void as the game, and the chaos as the subgame. How long has this round been!"

The boy in black at one end of the white chessboard gave up prying, but the mysterious and mighty voice shook the sky...

"Friends of Taoism, the destruction of Shenzhou, the beginning of the end of the fairy world, you and I began to play against each other, and there are seven volumes of ancient history."

The old man in commoner sitting on one side of the black chessboard said, his words were full of calm, and his old and muddy eyes were filled with the brilliance of wisdom, as if the wisdom of heaven and earth were gathered together.

"Friends, seven scrolls of ancient history have passed, don't you give up?"

The boy in black at one end of the white chessboard said again. This game is seven volumes of ancient history...Such a long time has passed...

"Friends of Daoist, the story is not over yet, you have not won, and the old ways have not lost, until the last moment, who can really tell the difference, you and I are players, but the world is like chess, dare to ask Daoists, can you Is it in full control?"

At one end of the black chessboard, the old man in common clothes laughed out loud, and every word seemed to imply the rhyme of the supreme Taoism, vast and mysterious, but no one knew the change...

"Daoist, the story is about to end. After all, the pawns are pawns. Even if they jump out of the chessboard, they are still pawns. You only have ten pawns, and I have all the pawns. Dare to ask you how you can compete with me!"

At one end of the white chessboard, the young Lang's black sleeves and a white chessboard are intertwined with hundreds of millions of lights and shadows, densely packed like the condensation of light from the world, and eventually the billions of lights and shadows disappear. Only one picture is condensed on the chessboard. The small town of No. 1 is even more revealing an ancient scene.

"Friends of Taoism, the story is far from over. It is the story of sentient beings, and it is up to sentient beings to create the ending. You and me, you only need to watch, why bother to interfere."

At one end of the black chessboard, the old man's big sleeves were rolled, and countless dark mists were suspended in it, and the picture disappeared cleanly, and the old man kept smiling.

"Friends, you passed!"

One end of the white chessboard, the boy in black made a sound, filled with a trace of vastness and coercion...

"Friends, maybe the story has just begun."

The old man in commoner on one end of the black chessboard smiled at his beard. He was totally mysterious and profound. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Too great, then wait and see!"

"Chaos, watch the changes!"

One black and one white, one old and one young, sitting again like rotten wood, no one can see the slightest clue, and no one knows who the two are?

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In the small town of No. 9, in the depths of the vast void, three ancient bluestone coffins can be seen suspended, standing quietly among them. I don't know how much time has been silent.

"Three adults, he is coming!"

"The subordinate is incompetent and has not yet gained his trust."

"How to do next, please three adults show me."

The figure of the guide number nine slowly emerged, kneeling on one knee towards the three ancient bluestone coffins in the void, and lowered his head deeply, the whole person seemed to be full of awe.

"Crunch!"

"This thing...let him...letter..."

"Quickly...there is only one chance...it's about our escape..."

"Tell the Big Evil Pisces Commander...Be prepared...Hunshi Demon...must die..."

The three bluestone ancient coffin plates made a dull sound like dust for eternity. It can be seen that a rotten palm covered with green hair emerged from it, and an ancient yellowed jade slip appeared in it, directly flying to it. In front of the leader nine...

"Three adults, the subordinates retire!" As the guide No. 9 was holding the ancient jade slip, his figure slowly disappeared...