Mysterious Taixu God Emperor

The chess piece fell, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and an indescribable majestic momentum erupted from the chessboard.

As soon as the chess falls, the world changes, the pattern is chaotic, and the rules appear.

The two old men watched Lin Wudao's every move in horror and didn't say a word, it wasn't that they didn't say it, it was that they couldn't say it.

From the primordial aura of Lin Wudao, there was a pressure that they could not resist, forcing them to be unable to say anything.

"As usual!"

The sound of muffled thunder resounded in Er Lao's mind, as if thunder appeared in the world, filling the four directions.

Seeing that Lin Wudao has disappeared in place.

Only there is a purple chess piece in the center of the chessboard, indicating that Lin Wudao has come.

The sky and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds whistled, Lin Wudao appeared again in front of the cemetery of the gods, holding up the tea that was still exuding steam, savoring it carefully, full of unfinished thoughts.

Looking at the sky, between the heaven and the earth, in the bloody masterpiece of the Sixteen-Character True Art, a faint purple energy appeared, and Chen Nan's body jumped out of the thousand gods and stood in front of the thatched hut.

A ray of blood-colored aura radiated from the body and spread to the sixteen-character formula above.

"Boom!"

True Jue exudes a dreaded blood light that fills the earth, as if a blood god descended.

The thousand gods were instantly filled with this bloody light, as if they were rules, they all fell into the collapsed tombs below.

Then the collapsed tombstone was erected, and the trembling tomb was once again reinforced by the power of blood.

Only roars of unwillingness and anger could be heard.

Chen Nan's eyes regained clarity, and he gasped for breath. He rushed into many gods before, he knew, but he couldn't control it.

In the battle with many gods, he was not seriously injured.

"It's not over yet." Lin Wudao let out a lazy voice, waved his hand, and all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rushed to Chen Nan.

Chen Nan's body is like a bottomless pit, and he accepts everything according to the order.

At the same time, the severely injured body is rapidly healing.

The magic energy above the sky has not dissipated, but it has become more intense.

"Humph! Who ruined the chessboard?"

The sudden cold hum reverberated between the heavens and the earth, making Chen Nan tremble in the depths of his soul, and a gray mist appeared above the sky.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of Chen Nan.

Suddenly, Chen Nan's pupils shrank, and he saw an extremely terrifying scene.

271 Gamblers!

Chen Nan saw a pair of eyes, whether it was a human, a demon, or a god, it was definitely a pair of eyes with the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the sixteen-character true art above the sky seemed to see its master, and it frantically gathered into the gray fog.

A cloud of mist was wrapped around, making it difficult to see his face, but the aura emanating from his body made Chen Nan feel terrified.

"brush!"

The overwhelming pressure swept through the whole body, and Chen Nan felt his legs trembling.

"You are the one who destroyed the chessboard!"

The coldness of the words is like falling into an ice cellar, ruthless to the extreme.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded like a muffled thunder, and the sky was completely loud. The mysterious person who appeared in front of Chen Nan was shocked, and a touch of fear enveloped his heart.

Lin Wudao did not lift his eyelids, glanced at the mysterious man, but did not kill him. After all, he was also a gamer, or a planner.

Chen Nan's eternal mystery still needs the layout of each player to solve it one by one, which can also make him have no regrets in his heart and know everything clearly with heaven and earth.

Otherwise, Lin Wudao's eyes were enough to kill the two players he met before, just to train Chen Nan.

Chen Nan woke up from the terrifying coercion and looked at the mysterious man wrapped in mist angrily: "You are the gamer!"

The mysterious man was still in the horror of the muffled thunder before, and did not answer this.

If he didn't answer, Chen Nan had already confirmed that he would acquiesce, and the anger filled his body for a while: "Old man, it is actually a gamer! You are actually controlling all this"

"Come on, why I was born from the cemetery of the gods!"

"Where is Yuxin!"

"Do you know my father! Or is there some kind of deal between the two of you, and what will you do next?"

Chen Nan asked many questions in a series of questions, and at the same time he was certain in his heart that since his father was able to resurrect himself in the cemetery of the tomb of God with the power of Tongtian, there must be someone who cooperated with the director to direct a series of things.

How powerless it is to be controlled like this, everything is under the layout of others, be careful everywhere, and in the end, it is not as good as a chess piece from the planner.

The fear in the minds of the gamers slowly dissipated, and faced with Chen Nan's questions one after another, he was also abusive.

"Don't you think this is very interesting! Everything is going in and out, a game is only interesting in this way, why do you know too much! Otherwise, wouldn't it be boring."

The words that fell into Chen Nan's ears were so harsh, so annoying, a gesture of being the only one in the world and controlling everything.