Juntian map

In the illusion of life and death grinding chess, a corpse of gray armor lies under Li Luo's sword. He still used 1,024 sword moves to kill this gray armor, which is the twenty.

Corpse.

The tip of Sword Twenty-four dripped crystal blood beads, dripping on the snow-covered snowfield.

Li Luo, who had the left hand sword, was wearing a light blue cloth coat and a broken green bamboo hat. Under the hat was a tough and tired face, which looked like a lonely swordsman in this cold and snowy wasteland.

He looked up at the distance.

In addition to the sharpness of the sword light, those eyes also had a hint of loneliness.

He didn't know how long it had been in the outside world, but he only knew that he had entered the illusion for two years.

He has been trapped in chess for two years!

In two years, the sword had twenty corpses of gray armor. He killed twenty gray armored men, but he still had never seen the armor-breaking Thousand Army Sword hidden in the chess.

He was wondering whether it was as expected.

He needs to prove it himself.

So after killing this roadblocker who was not the same as the top nineteen gray armors, he couldn't wait to spread his body and run towards the distance without a finishing point.

He ran wildly for more than a month.

The sun rises and sunsets, and the shadows rotate from the west to the north, and finally disappear into the night as the sun sets down the mountain.

Along the way, heavy snow melted, glaciers turned into rivers, and dead branches sprouted green buds. Then he heard the long-lost sound of birds.

There are thin dark clouds in the sky and the air is wet.

The spring breeze blows on my face several times, and it is another year of misty spring rain.

Li Luo stopped and looked at the gray-clad figure who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and the twenty-first figure.

...

The heavy snow capsized Tiandong and naturally overturned Luoqiu Pass.

Like the life and death chess game outside Jiangdu City, there are two people playing chess in the quiet thatched cottage behind Luoqiu Village, two invincible great power players and two white-haired old men.

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, dressed in white and silver hair, was wearing the old man Tianji with three thousand miserable gray hair embroidered with Tianji totem Taoist robe.

They are playing chess.

Play leisure chess.

Bai Zhiqiu, a teacher who is well-versed in ancient and modern times, taught Li Xingyun that he was so well-versed in his hundreds of schools of thought, was a book in his other hand. If the scholar was a scholar, he would be curious, because in his impression, there was no such thing as

The gentleman who knew everything had read millions of books in the world, and he really couldn't think of any collection that Mr. had never read from ancient times to the present.

Indeed, although Bai Zhiqiu, who was once known as the only one who can reach the academy library, was the devil of the Demon Sect, he was also the largest scholar in ancient times. Even the old man Tianji had to admit that this was something he had to do.

Without a great knowledge, how could he become a great devil who fears the world? If Bai Zhiqiu had been born for thousands of years, no one in the world would have heard of Mo Tianji's name.

Of course, there is no truly omniscient person in the world.

For example, Bai Zhiqiu is holding a recipe that was bought by neighbors in the village from the market.

He was a thousand years old and planned to learn how to cook.

Cooking dishes is naturally to entertain guests, and the old man Tianji Mo Tianji is the guest of this hut.

The old gray-haired Taoist sighed: "The first master of the Demon Sect, the supreme saint who almost dominated the world five hundred years ago, was actually stumped by the method of braised fish. Have you read this recipe for more than a month? The old Taoist is afraid he will not have any blessings.

Now."

The old man Tianji, who has the longest-lived world, also has a book in his hand.

That's the almanac.

Everyone knows that the information network of Tianji Tower is spread all over the world, and Mo Tianji often sees the will of heaven. However, few people know that the people who are closest to the way of heaven are usually the ones who know the most about the way of heaven.

Because what he saw was always just the tip of the iceberg.

Bai Zhiqiu put the recipe together and rubbed his eyebrows: "It's better to steam it. It's better to have a lighter taste. It's good for the body."

Old Man Tianji picked up his pen and circled a circle on a certain date recorded in the almanac.

Bai Zhiqiu glanced at it: "Is the day settled?"

"It's not considered the heavenly time, nor can it take advantage of the territory. At least I find you, it's considered a kind of harmony."

"By two to two, it sounds like a balanced strength. But I don't seem to agree to help."

"You will."

"How can I see it?"

The old man Tianji changed his tone: "Since the chaotic world that began thousands of years ago, all the saints in the world have existed. But for countless years, no one can break through the world."

Bai Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged: "After the troubled times, the way of heaven is missing, and only those who obtain the Juntian map can understand Zhoutian. There is no other way."

Mo Tianji stroked his beard and said with a deep smile: "Five hundred years ago, the map of Juntian was in your hands."

Bai Zhiqiu, a great scholar in white clothes and silver hair, sneered: "Everyone knows that the Juntian map is in my hands, but how many people know that the day map is not complete."

Bai Zhiqiu, who was noted, even expressed the secret of hidden for five hundred years in one sentence!

It turns out that the heavenly map he obtained five hundred years ago was actually incomplete!

But the old man Tianji did not seem to be surprised at this, but instead took it for granted. He was too calm and seemed to know the whereabouts of the missing part of the real Tiantu.

"So even if you have the sky map in hand, you will not be able to take the last step, but instead cause the Demon Sect to bring a catastrophe."

Bai Zhiqiu, who remembered the destruction of the two world mountains five hundred years ago, sighed: "Good is the basis of misfortune, and misfortune is the basis of good fortune."

The old man Tianji stared at Bai Zhiqiu with his eyes that had spyed on the will of heaven: "Although the sky map is missing, it records another method that is led to the sky by the gods."

Bai Zhiqiu glanced at the old man in Taoism in surprise.

Everyone respects the name of heaven.

It was not until this moment that Bai Zhiqiu re-understood the old Taoist who had lived in the world for nearly ten thousand years.

The old man Tianji continued: "As a demon for five hundred years, a man for five hundred years, a saint for five hundred years, and a 500 years can enter the Zhoutian for another five hundred years. If the old Taoist expected it, you will command the two worlds to be a demon for five hundred years,

You have disappeared for five hundred years, and for the next five hundred years, you will be the saint who benefits the people."

Bai Zhiqiu suddenly realized.

In the past, with Jun Tian map in his hand, he could see the second method of entering the Zhoutian.

It records that five hundred years of demons, five hundred years of man, five hundred years of saints, and another five hundred years of 500 years of being able to enter the realm of the heavens.

In order to prove the great way, Bai Zhiqiu resolutely embarked on this unprecedented road.

So when the Emperor Alliance destroyed the two realms mountains in the name of eliminating demons and defending the way of the world, the leader of the Demon Sect simply used the trick to use the hell rock fire to escape from the demonic nature, and from then on he was hidden in the world for five hundred years.

In another half a month, the five hundred years will expire.

At that time, Bai Zhiqiu would take off his mortal fetus and become a holy body. From then on, he would be the holy land on earth for five hundred years.

...

Mo Tianji spreads out the almanac.

The date of the red ink circle is the day when Bai Zhiqiu breaks away from ordinary people and becomes a saint.

He may not want to interfere with what the old man Tianji planned. But how can a true saint ignore the safety of the people in the world?

Bai Zhiqiu pondered for a long time and finally fell into the final son: "Jingrui Demon, there will be no saints in the world from now on. I can take action, but I have to need a reason."