I can travel a million miles

Chapter 175 Chessboard
Huang Jitian.

topmost.

This is the end of the Heavenly Palace, the highest point of the third heaven, and the closest place to the spirit world.

Here, Huangji Zhenlei has gradually decreased a lot, replaced by patches of dark mist, filling the sky, looking up, it is a huge hole, leading to the dark and gloomy unknown depths.

Chen Mu's figure quietly emerged.

He stood on the edge of the sky, and looked up, with a little deep gaze in his eyes.

There are also depths in the spiritual world. The Heavenly Palace is transformed by an extremely terrifying existence after death. With the tide of the spiritual world, it will reach the shallow layer of the spiritual world, but if you go deeper from this third heaven, you have already reached the bottom of the spiritual world. very deep.

Even with Chen Mu's current cultivation level, he still can't see very far away, what he can see is the chaos and mottledness in the darkness that far exceeds the imagination of ordinary monks.

If it is said that the distribution of heaven, earth and Dao marks in the mundane world is very shallow and sparse, then the density of Dao marks in the so-called 'jedi' that have been eroded is at least a hundred times that of the present world.

In the real spirit world, Dao marks are more chaotic and dense.

As for Chen Mu, the darkness in the depths of the spiritual world, the dense chaos of the intertwined dao marks, has reached an unimaginable level, even if a golden core real person steps into it, he will be instantly overwhelmed by the horror inside. His own Golden Core Dao Mark, which was impacted by the force, collapsed and was swallowed by it.

Chen Mu was able to enter it, but he was not very interested at this time, but quickly averted his gaze, turned his head and looked at an incomplete palace floating in the void not far away.

The surrounding area of ​​this palace is densely covered with Huangji Zhenlei, obliterating everything that dares to approach without authorization.

Although it shows signs of damage, this palace is very large, bigger than any palace below, and the most eerie thing is that this palace is between half-empty and half-real.

In Chen Mu's line of sight, he could see that half of the palace was virtual and half real, but the two parts of the virtual and real were constantly transforming into each other, seeming virtual but not virtual, seemingly real but not real.

After Chen Mu thought for a while, he took a step forward.

Step by step, he came to the front of the palace and stepped into the main entrance.

He didn't take any action to destroy it, because the dao marks here are different from the palaces below, but the place where the Dao marks of the entire Tiangong gather. Bombing it is equivalent to attacking the entire Tiangong.

Looking inside from the gate of the palace, what you see is chaos and darkness, but when Chen Mu's footsteps fell and entered the palace, the whole world suddenly changed.

sunny.

Spring is in full bloom.

What appeared in front of Chen Mu was a green hill with a flat ground on the top of the hill. There were several stone platforms on the flat ground. In front of one of the stone platforms was an old man dressed in sackcloth.

When Chen Mu appeared at the foot of the mountain, the old man also raised his head and looked towards Chen Mu.

"what……"

The old man snorted lightly, as if he was very surprised.

Then he smiled lightly and said: "Unexpectedly, in this day and age, there will be people who will re-take the path of ancient soul cultivation... You are the 130th person who came here, come and sit."

Chen Mu walked to the top of the mountain step by step along the mountain path, came to the old man, slightly cupped his hands at the old man in sackcloth, and said, "I have seen you, senior."

The identity of the old man in sackcloth is naturally needless to say.

Lord of Heaven!

However, it is not accurate to say that. It is more accurate to say that he is just a trace left after the death of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

"From the first to the end of the No. 30 four, they took away everything left after my death, and the people who came after me have nothing to give them."

"You are the 130th and seventh, there is nothing here for you, only this chessboard..."

The old man in sackcloth spoke softly, and lowered his head to look at the stone platform in front of him. There were criss-cross ravines on the stone platform, and chess pieces were placed on the ravines.

All chess pieces are black.

There are no white pieces.

Looking carefully, one can suddenly find that each piece on the chessboard contains a completely different aura, each suppressing a terrifying power.

This power is far from what Jindan Daoist can achieve, it all comes from Yuanying Zhenjun!
The number of chess pieces is 130 six.

That is to say, after the lord of the Heavenly Palace fell and died and transformed into the Heavenly Palace, during this endless period of time, a total of 130 six Yuanying Zhenjun came here!
The top 34 were lucky to take away some things left by the Lord of the Heavenly Palace after his death, and from No. 30 onwards, all that was left to them was this chessboard.

This chessboard is transformed by the Dao marks of Tiangong, and it has gone through an unknown long time.

Those who come here can place pieces on the chessboard and leave their own traces. At the same time, they can also understand all the previous pieces, across a long time and history, and sit and discuss with the owner of each piece.

Chen Mu looked at one of the chess pieces.

In his sight, the black chess piece was not in the form of a chess piece, but a phantom in white clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, standing there with faint eyes.

There are countless tiny phantoms on the folding fan, which are the miniatures of a region and the afterimages of all living beings.

Swish!
Chen Mu only glanced at it, and the world turned upside down in an instant. When he looked around, he saw that his whole body had appeared on the folding fan at some point, becoming a member of the vast sentient beings supported by the folding fan.

"interesting……"

There was a glimmer of light in Chen Mu's eyes, and he didn't make too many movements, just a thought, and the nearby illusory world began to collapse and shatter inch by inch.

In an instant, he returned to the chessboard.

Chen Mu turned his attention to the second chess piece.

In his eyes, the chess piece manifested as a phantom in blood. As if aware of something, this phantom followed Chen Mu's line of sight and looked at Chen Mu across the air.

boom!
In just an instant, Chen Mu saw that the whole world had turned into a raging sea of ​​blood, and the waves of blood swept towards him. In the sea of ​​blood, one could see the ups and downs of white bones, as if roaring and struggling.

Chen Mu's expression remained unchanged, he only raised his head, and calmly looked at the surging sea of ​​blood, until the vast wave of blood covered the sky and covered the sun, appeared in front of him, pressed down on him, and wanted to devour him when.

He raised his right hand and swung upward.

hum! !

A beam of white sword light suddenly appeared, like an inconspicuous ribbon in the sea of ​​blood, as if it would be swallowed at any time.

But when this white ribbon fell into the sea of ​​blood, it solidified the entire sea of ​​blood.

quietly.

A little white light suddenly appeared in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and spread and eroded towards the surroundings.

The speed of this erosion was extremely fast, unbelievably fast, and it spread completely in just a split second, turning that endless sea of ​​blood into a boundless white light.

boom!
Finally, the white light suddenly shattered.

Chen Mu's gaze returned to the front of the chessboard.

"It is indeed a chance."

Chen Mu stared at the chessboard and murmured.

Although Zhenjun Yuanying will leave deep traces in the spiritual world after his death, these traces are just traces, unlike the phantom of this pawn, which seems to be from the extremely ancient era to the present. , that true monarch is talking about the Tao in the air.

Chen Mu has now cultivated into a true king, but he has only stepped into it not long ago. For him, this chessboard may not be able to improve his soul power, but it can greatly improve his perception. chance.

Chen Mu looked at the third chess piece.

this time.

What appeared was a phantom in a blue shirt. Standing in the void, he suddenly pointed out that a six-armed golden statue immediately appeared on his body, intertwined with strange patterns of blue and purple, and exuded an extremely terrifying aura. .

The golden statue paused, and didn't make any movement towards Chen Mu. Instead, it rushed towards the phantom in the blue shirt, and merged with the phantom in the blue shirt, making the phantom in the blue shirt seem to be solidified from nothing at once. , the aura also rose sharply, and the whole person turned into a green-faced and fang-like posture in an instant, just like a ghost appearing in the world.

boom!
The phantom in the green shirt punched Chen Mu directly.

This punch made the void suddenly show a sunken trace, and the terrifying and boundless oppression directly acted on Chen Mu's body, wanting to blast him into pieces all at once.

But Chen Mu didn't change his face, and pointed a sword point forward. Suddenly, the situation changed, and a silk thread appeared between the whole world, dividing the world into two parts.

The phantom of the blue shirt is just in the middle of the silk thread.

Swish.

Chen Mu's gaze returned to the chessboard.

Without much pause, he continued to look at the fourth chess piece.

……

fifth,
the sixth,
the seventh,
Every chess piece is the imprint left by a true king.

Looking at the world, those who break through the barriers between heaven and man and become real people may have some luck, but those who can become real kings are all the most brilliant figures in an era, there is no weak person, and everyone has once ruled the world.

But the imprints left by these True Monarchs are in order on this chessboard.

The deeper you go, the more you go forward, the more terrifying the imprints contained in those chess pieces, and some of them seem to have gone a long way at the level of the real king.

……

The one hundred and third piece.

A young figure waved his right hand lightly, and flames of different colors emerged in the void, and gathered in his palm to form a delicate and terrifying fire lotus, burning the sky, the earth, and the sky.

110th seven.

A dry black shadow was like a peerless monster, and his whole body instantly turned into a black mist covering the sky, covering the boundless world and covering Chen Mu.

If these phantoms were here in person, Chen Mu was not sure if he could resist them, but he was able to suppress them one by one and comprehend them carefully if they were just imprints.

finally.

130th six.

A man in gray clothes appeared in front of Chen Mu.

What is completely different from the previous 130 five pieces is that this figure of a man in gray clothes seems to have a little charm in his eyes, which seems to be more than just a mark.

He only glanced at Chen Mu lightly, and in an instant, the entire sky was sunken and distorted, and turned into a sword, a sword of the sky, falling down towards Chen Mu.

Among the more than one hundred imprints before, it is not that there is no sword cultivator, but this one is the most terrifying, so that Chen Mu showed a little solemnity, and when he grasped it with his right hand, he distorted the illusory earth and held it in palm, and swung it towards the sword of the sky.

boom!
The sky and the earth are broken.

The figure of the man in gray was also torn apart.

But before it was broken, he glanced at Chen Mu vaguely.

Swish.

Chen Mu returned to the chessboard.

When I looked at the chessboard again, I saw that there were no longer 130 six pieces on the chessboard, but one more piece, which became 130 seven pieces.

The old man in sackcloth stretched out his hand, gently picked up the new chess piece, and placed it in the center of the chessboard. After a while, the whole chessboard changed into a new pattern.

Chen Mu retracted his gaze.

And slightly closed his eyes, carefully digesting the insights he had obtained from the many imprints before.

After a while.

When he opened his eyes again, the old man in sackcloth and the chessboard disappeared, as did the green hill, replaced by darkness and chaos.

Chen Mu looked back, and there was a bright light behind him, which was the main entrance of the palace when he came in.

After a slight pause, Chen Mu turned around and walked away, disappearing into the palace.

And just after Chen Mu left.

The light came back on in the dark, and the hill appeared again.

On the top of the mountain, the old man in sackcloth was still sitting in front of the chessboard, staring at the newest piece on the chessboard, and murmured softly: "The ancient soul cultivator... I don't know where I can go in the future."

(End of this chapter)