This is like a mourning to the dead.

The underworld is the shadow of the entire continent. Even ordinary forces are as popular as the Holy Sect, there are only eight saints.

But there are thirty-six people in the underworld, which to some extent also represents an amazing thing.

Because the Holy Son is not just talking about it, only by truly having that strength can he get this title.

So Dahongpao is very proud, or people like him are very proud.

He wanted to meet Chen Zhimo a little later or earlier, so that he might be able to have some competition and might have a chance to become friends, just like if Feng Yuxiu and Li Xiu had not met Wang Buer, he might also become friends.

He regretted it a little, but also regretted it.

Because no matter what the future happens, he will definitely kill Li Xiu today, so Chen Zhimo will die here.

"You look really confident."

Chen Zhimo gently held the fan and said with a smile.

Dahongpao has no modesty because there is no need for modesty.

"I can kill you even without them intervening."

He said seriously.

This is the pride of the Great Son of the Underworld, and it is also the pride of the 21st ranking of Huangzhou Grass Yellow Paper.

As long as he wants, he can kill Chen Zhimo.

"I don't think so."

Chen Zhimo was silent for a while, and then said.

"The soul of life is retreating, and the soul of spirit is dim. You can't even stand firmly now, so why should you beat me?"

Dahongpao asked.

He was not in a hurry to take action because he was sure to win.

Chen Zhimo suddenly laughed, and was very happy. The cracked corners of his mouth gradually expanded, and the laughter became louder and louder, and even shocked the autumn rain falling from the sky.

"Who told you that my soul cannot be used anymore?"

The laughter subsided, and Chen Zhimo's body suddenly burst out with spiritual energy, and his clothes and hair flew up, as if he was standing in the middle of a storm.

The disappeared chess board reappeared, and then shrank from a radius of hundreds of feet to a size of ten feet, trapping the two of them.

Still in the familiar Tianyuan position, Chen Zhimo sat there, transforming all the spiritual energy in his body to repair the damaged soul, and was able to reappear.

He can't even do such a simple movement as keeping standing.

The soul wanders deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the rolling pressure is like a wave

It kept hitting Dahongpao's sea of ​​consciousness, making his brows frown and his face turned pale unnaturally.

The soul attack is the most difficult to defend against, especially the powerful man who is as talented as Chen Zhimo.

The chessboard space is originally separated from the world, and the power of divine cultivation confuses the public, which is more than just one plus one?

What's more, the most powerful thing about the so-called spiritual cultivation is that it is to enter all holes and do everything.

It is strange and unpredictable and unpredictable.

Dahongpao stood in the chessboard lattice. He reached out and touched him, as if there was a transparent barrier that separated him.

He clenched his fist with one hand and hit the barrier. The chessboard shaking, and a gap was cracked in front of him. Dahongpao reached out to tear it apart and then took a step forward and walked into the second grid.

His brows became tighter and tighter.

The price he paid to tear the barriers apart now was much higher and much harder than before.

It is obvious that Chen Zhimo's practice of overdrawing all the spiritual energy in his body and repairing the soul in a short period of time is amazing.

It is also unexpectedly powerful.

Dahongpao stopped the movements in his hand, looked at Chen Zhimo, who was sitting on the ground with his shoulders hanging down, and said, "All the spiritual energy in his body has been dispersed, and he bet on this chessboard and the divine cultivation. Is this considered putting the cart before the horse?"

"If I could get out of this board, what would you use to stop me when I stood in front of you again?"

This is both a question and an answer.

Chen Zhimo didn't say anything, and waves of weakness kept sweeping across his body. He couldn't even lift the strength to lift his eyelids.

The chessboard is only ten feet in size, but it has its own space.

Seeing Chen Zhimo's appearance, Dahongpao shook his head in disappointment, perhaps it was disappointment or regret.

It is already a pity that I cannot fight with the chief of the academy at its peak, and it will be even more pity that I want to kill him again later.

Hua Chang shook back and forth, Dahong Pao raised her head and walked forward, and her body tore the chessboard lattice.

He kept walking forward, and one grid after another broke and disappeared.

Countless strange phenomena arose on the chessboard, and swords and weapons appeared out of thin air and slashed towards Dahongpao.

The soul stinged, and the feeling of needles coming from the sea of ​​consciousness made him pause slightly. The vision crushed his whole body. His body staggered for a moment, and then a knife cut across his shoulder and brought a blood line.

But after a moment of pause, he continued to walk forward, the grid kept breaking, and the chessboard trembled more and more.

The layer of flowery clothes on Dahongpao's body had become messy and turned into debris. There were dense tiny wounds on his body, and even half of the earlobes were cut off.

But he was getting closer and closer to Chen Zhimo.

The black and white pieces escaped from the chessboard and rose to the sky. Three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces connected and merged into a sword, and a half-black and half-white giant sword hung on the chessboard.

Thirty-eight long lines burst out the last light, and the soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness merged into the sword without reservation.

Since it is meaningless to continue to drag on, then decide the outcome earlier.

Chen Zhimo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, drooping his head and thinking so.

Dahongpao's footsteps stopped again. He was only six or seven grids away from Chen Zhimo, which was very short.

But he was seriously injured. This was the first time he had suffered such serious injuries since he became the saint of the underworld.

"Since you want to do this, I will definitely accompany you."

Dahongpao took back his pace of progress, looked up at the huge black and white sword, and said.

If this is Chen Zhimo's last attempt before his death, then he is willing to accompany him through this last journey.

There was no rain falling above my head, and no wind blew in behind me, but his flowery clothes fell to the ground.

The sword slashed down and fell straight.

Dahongpao raised his head and held his palm, as if he had held the sunshine that had never appeared today.

A halo burst out from his palm, and then quickly expanded the halo to cover the entire board and cover the sword.

The rain fell and the wind blew in.

The giant sword disappeared, and there was only a faint dotted line left on the chessboard on the ground. Dahongpao stood in front of Chen Zhimo.

He lowered his head, his eyes were complicated, his face was as pale as snow on the snow field, his skin was cracked, and blood oozed out of his body and stained his whole body.

But he still stood in front of Chen Zhimo.

"You lost."

Dahongpao sighed, full of regret.

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ps: It's so comfortable to write. I like such villains very much. It's also one thing that this book has always emphasized. There has never been a good or bad in this world, and some of them just have different positions.
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