Chapter 464: Heaven-Hating Patriarch (Third)

I don't know if the people who were left behind by the Taishang Taoist system would cry or laugh after knowing Fang Xing's reaction, or just strangle him to death. Miscalculated. This is an engraved picture recording the past of Taishang Taoism, but it also contains great supernatural powers, which will make everyone who sees this picture plant a seed in their hearts, and leave it to take root and germinate in the future.

It's just that Fang Xing was firstly because Bao Jing woke him up in advance, and secondly because he was born with this kind of temperament. On the contrary, he regarded this too moral past as a drama, which was really touching. It's a pity that It was not successfully planted.

As for not planting the seeds, it will be a blessing or a curse in the future, but now no one can tell.

The seventh level is so easy to pass. In fact, the requirements of this level are also simple, as long as the soul is strong enough to withstand the residual power left by the Supreme Taoist system. After the past events, the mind and soul will be damaged, turning into a puppet willing to protect the ruins of the Taoism of the Supreme Master, and those who have not lost their mind and soul will pass to the next level.

After murmuring a few words, Fang Xing picked up the black giant sword and strode forward.

Behind him, the brilliance of the bronze mirror flickered, floating quietly behind him like a ghost.

The eighth pass is a dilapidated hall, with damage everywhere, and air leaks from all sides. Only two huge stone pillars covered with dust are propped up to prevent it from collapsing. Fang Xing walked up the steps slowly, and saw that there was still an The big blue stone, the content on the stone made Fang Xing feel bored for a while. After staying for a long time, he walked into the hall helplessly, with the feeling that he would lose...

Because this level is extremely simple, it is... playing chess!

Fang Xing was about to cry. Uncle Eleven, who had taught him for three years, was a chess master, but he was not!

In the three years that Baimao had moved his mind twelve times, he wanted to train himself to become a master of chess, but he was cruelly rejected by him.

Because he really didn't know what the black and white broken chess pieces meant, it was quite cool to flip the chessboard!

After entering the broken hall, I found that there was nothing else in the hall, but at the end of the hall, there was an old monk in gray robe sitting cross-legged. He seemed to have no breath. In front of him, there was a black iron chessboard, covered with a thick layer of dust, almost no chess pieces could be seen, only a few uneven marks.

Before arriving at the chessboard, Fang Xing blew off the dust on the chessboard in one breath, revealing the chess pieces below.

He looked down at the chessboard for a while, as if he was studying the chess moves.

When he lowered his head to watch the chess, the bronze mirror quietly flew to the top of his head, and a brilliance emerged and floated towards his forehead.

At first glance, it seems that the bronze mirror is helping him solve this round, telling him the way to solve the chess.

However, just when this brilliance was about to reach Fang Xing's forehead, Fang Xing suddenly turned his eyes, and he lifted the chessboard up. At the same time, he jumped up, holding the black giant sword with both hands, with a "swoosh" , stirred up a hurricane that swept across the entire ruined palace, the black giant sword drew half a circle, and with a "clang", it fell to the bronze mirror in the air, and then fell to the neck of the old cultivator...

"when……"

The black giant sword slashed heavily on the neck of Lao Xiu who seemed to have been dead for many years, making a crisp sound.

The huge black sword that seemed to be able to cut through everything, was rebounded by Beng.

Fang Xing was also bounced back four or five steps by this shock force, his hands holding the sword were shaking...

With such a short distance, such a sharp black giant sword, and such a violent attack method, even the god iron was cut to pieces.

However, that old Xiu didn't change at all!

Even on his shriveled neck, there was only a faint white mark left, without breaking any flesh.

"You finally came……"

Lao Xiu's status did not change, but his voice slowly sounded.

It wasn't a broken mind, nor was it a sound transmission, but he really opened his mouth and spoke.

The voice is weak and weak, it is not an exaggeration to say that the energy is like a spring, if it is not a practitioner, it is impossible to hear such a weak voice.

"Eh... The old man is polite, hehe, you are waiting for me, you probably waited for the wrong person..."

Fang Xing was in a state of panic. Such a violent sword didn't even hurt a single hair of the man. This unfathomable old man was really terrifying. He answered indiscriminately, but his figure was already slowly retreating, ready to wait for an opportunity to escape.

In fact, he had already guessed that he would encounter some accident, but he didn't expect that the person he met would be so difficult.

On the way to easily break through the barrier, he already had doubts in his heart.

He really felt that his breakthrough was too easy.

The closer he got to the Nine Passes, the stronger this feeling became, and the feeling in his heart was also complicated.

He was originally suspicious, and he didn't really believe in free lunches. It would be fine if the journey was more difficult, but it happened to be so smooth, which made him a little uneasy.

It's just that some roads have been climbed, and there is no room for turning back. Since he wants to seek this Taoist treasure of the highest order, there are mountains of swords and fires ahead, and he has to go in. There is no reason to give up halfway. Therefore, he can only be careful all the way, and slowly rush in, but secretly, he also keeps an eye on six directions, listens to all directions, and is always ready to deal with unexpected changes.

It was precisely because of this that after seeing the old man in the eighth level, he became suspicious.

Because the old man's cassock was rotten, but his skin and flesh were still intact, which was really weird.

What's more, Fang Xing sensed a faint trace of anger from the old man.

How can there be living people within the Nine Passes of the Supreme Daoist?

This discovery made Fang Xing shudder!

He deliberately pretended not to notice anything, and approached quietly, just to give the old man a blow.

Especially when he felt that the bronze mirror was about to penetrate into his own sea of ​​consciousness, he couldn't help it, and directly violently shot.

No matter what it is, chop it up first.

It's just that all the actions are under his control, but he never thought that he couldn't kill the old man.

Fang Xing immediately realized that the old man's cultivation was unimaginable, and he was about to put oil on the soles of his feet with a smile on his face...

"Wrong? How could it be wrong? As long as anyone who comes here is the one I want to wait for, let alone..." The drooping old Xiu slowly raised his head, and there were will-o'-the-wisps dancing in his sunken eye sockets: "... What do you bring? Have you brought my bronze mirror?"

"You... your bronze mirror?"

Rao Fang Xing was so focused on running away at this time, he was shocked when he heard the words, and looked up at the old Xiu.

It looks like a skeleton, but it's not a skeleton. On top of the skeleton, there is a layer of dark and shriveled skin. All the beard and hair have fallen off, leaving only a few strands. The whole person looks like a mummy that has been dried in the desert for several years. , looks more like a dead man than a dead man, and his appearance, although he has lost his human form, with skin and flesh wrapped around his bones, is faintly familiar...

With a slight turn in his mind, Fang Xing suddenly thought of a possibility, and the little boy couldn't help but jump up.

He had seen this old Xiu before, but what he saw was a portrait.

"You...you are...hate...hate..."

Seeing that he recognized him, Lao Xiu sighed lightly, and was about to reply, "That's right, I am the ancestor who hates the sky!"

But before he could open his mouth, Fang Xing had already uttered the last half of the sentence: "Hate the sky, you bastard?"

Lao Xiu was speechless immediately, and remained silent for a long time without answering.

Fang Xing didn't speak, his eyes rolled around.

"What's going on... outside now? Is there any inheritance left by the old man who left behind?"

Lao Xiu suddenly opened his mouth again, sighing in confusion, "Oh, if I'm still here, the first thing I'll do after I get out of trouble is to destroy this group of unworthy descendants, ****... let them take advantage of it." The bronze mirror I took out with my avatar, I chose a suitable body to come in to help the old man out of trouble, but thousands of years have passed, why haven't I even seen a ghost? These unworthy descendants really want my old man to die in old age Is it here? Well, it's almost here, maybe in two years, the old man will really..."

"****, what a bastard..."

The hairs on Fang Xing's back stood up in fright. He is not afraid of ghosts, but he is afraid of people.

In particular, this person turned out to be an old monster who had been melted away for an unknown number of years in the legend of Guixu... Patriarch Hating Heaven!

"Hey, senior, it turned out to be you. It seems that I was able to pass the first seven levels smoothly, and it is also your credit..."

Fang Xing was terrified in his heart, but he laughed on his face. While laughing, he took a step forward. From that look, he seemed to want to get closer and say something, but suddenly, his figure was in the After swaying forward, he rushed backward like lightning.

clatter...

Almost at the same moment, Fang Xing manifested a hundred and eight thousand swords behind him, transformed into a golden light, and fled into the distance.

"Hehe, you're still a little fox, but no matter how naughty you are, how do you get out of this old man's trap that has been laid out for thousands of years?"

The Ancestor Heantian, who seemed to have only one breath left, laughed in a low voice, lifted his head with great effort with his skinny claws, and gently hooked towards the void. In an instant, the color of the world changed, and all the halls and black soil were gone. , the whole world turned into a chess scale far away and boundless, with countless black and white hills dotted around, and a mysterious and complicated chess game was laid out.