He didn't know if the person who left the remnant thoughts of the Taishang orthodoxy would cry or laugh after knowing Fang Xing's reaction, or even directly strangle him to death. In short, Fang Xing was a natural ghoul, but the person who left the picture miscalculated. This was a picture that recorded the past of the Taishang orthodoxy, but it also contained great magical power. It would make everyone who saw this picture plant a seed in their heart, waiting for it to take root and sprout in the future.
However, firstly, because the treasured mirror had awakened him in advance, and secondly, because he was born with this kind of personality, he actually treated the past events of the Taishang orthodoxy as a play. He was extremely touched, but unfortunately, he did not manage to successfully plant the seed.
As for not planting the seed, whether it would be a blessing or a curse in the future, no one could tell now.
In fact, the requirement for this level was also very simple. As long as the soul was strong enough to bear the power of the remnant thoughts left by the Taishang orthodoxy, it would be fine. If the soul was not strong enough, after coming into contact with the past, the soul would be damaged and turned into a puppet that was willing to guard the ruins of the Taishang orthodoxy. If the soul was not damaged, it would go to the next level.
After muttering a few words, Fang Xing carried the black giant sword on his back and strode forward.
Behind him, the bronze mirror flickered and floated silently behind him like a ghost.
The eighth stage was a dilapidated hall. It was damaged everywhere, and there were holes in all four sides. Only two huge stone pillars covered in dust were supporting the hall from collapsing. Fang Xing slowly walked up the stairs and saw a large green stone still standing on the left side of the hall. The contents of the stone made Fang Xing feel depressed. He was stunned for a long time before he helplessly lifted his leg and walked into the hall, with the mentality that he would definitely lose ….
Because this level was extremely simple, it was … playing chess!
Fang Xing was about to cry. Although Uncle Eleven who taught him for three years was a master of chess, he was not!
The white-haired man had the idea of teaching him to be a master of chess for twelve times in three years, but he was cruelly rejected.
This was because he really didn't know what was the point of playing black and white chess pieces. It was quite fun to flip the chessboard!
After entering the dilapidated hall, they found that there was nothing else in the hall except for a grey-robed old cultivator sitting cross-legged at the end of the hall. He didn't seem to have any aura and his grey robe was rotten. His head was lowered and he didn't make a sound. In front of him was a black iron chessboard covered in a thick layer of dust. There were almost no chess pieces on it, only a few bumps and dents.
Arriving in front of the chessboard, Fang Xing blew away the dust on the chessboard, revealing the chess pieces underneath.
He lowered his head and looked at the chessboard for a long time, as if he was studying the moves.
When he lowered his head to look at the chess board, the bronze mirror quietly flew to his head. A bright light appeared and floated to the center of his forehead.
At first glance, it seemed that the bronze mirror was helping him break the formation and telling him the way to solve the chess game.
However, just as the bright light was about to reach Fang Xing's forehead, Fang Xing suddenly turned his eyes and flipped the chessboard away. At the same time, he jumped up and grabbed the huge black sword with both hands. With a "whoosh", he stirred up a hurricane that swept through the entire hall. The huge black sword drew a half circle and struck the bronze mirror in the air with a "clang", then it struck the old cultivator's neck …
"Clang …"
The huge black sword heavily struck the old cultivator's neck, which seemed to have been dead for many years, and a crisp sound rang out.
The seemingly invincible huge black sword that seemed to be able to cut through everything was actually bounced back.
Fang Xing was also pushed back four or five steps by the recoil. His hands that were holding the sword were trembling …
At such a close distance, with such a sharp black sword and such a violent attack, even godly iron would be cut through.
However, the old cultivator did not change at all!
Even on his shriveled neck, there was only a faint white mark left, and no flesh was broken at all.
"You're finally here …"
The old cultivator's aura did not change, but his voice slowly rang out.
It was not a remnant of the divine sense, nor was it a telepathic message. Shockingly, he actually opened his mouth and spoke.
His voice was weak and weak. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was as weak as a gossamer. If one was not a cultivator, they would not be able to hear such a weak voice.
"Uh … greetings, old senior. Hehe, were you waiting for me? I guess you've waited for the wrong person …"
Fang Xing was panic-stricken. Such a violent sword strike didn't even injure a single hair on the other party's body. This unfathomable old man was really too terrifying. His mouth made random replies, but his figure was already slowly retreating, preparing to wait for an opportunity to escape.
In fact, he had already guessed that he would encounter some kind of accident. However, he did not expect that the person he encountered would be so difficult to deal with.
Along the way, he had already started to have doubts.
He felt that it was too easy for him to pass through the levels.
The closer he got to the Nine Levels, the stronger the feeling became. His heart was filled with complicated feelings.
He was a suspicious person to begin with, and did not believe in free meals. It would have been fine if the level of difficulty was slightly higher, but the fact that it had been so smooth made him feel uneasy.
However, there was no turning back once he had taken the path. Since he was planning to obtain the Daoist scriptures of the Taishang orthodoxy, even if it was a mountain of daggers or a sea of fire, he had no choice but to continue. There was no reason for him to give up halfway. Therefore, he could only be cautious and slowly make his way forward. However, he was also secretly observing his surroundings, ready to deal with any unexpected changes.
Because of this, when he saw the old man in the eighth stage, he was a bit suspicious.
It was because the old man's Daoist robe had already decayed, but his skin and flesh were still intact. It was a little strange.
More importantly, Fang Xing could vaguely sense a trace of life force from the old man's body.
How could there be someone alive in the Nine Tests of the Taishang orthodoxy?
The discovery sent chills down Fang Xing's spine!
He purposely pretended that he did not notice anything and approached the old man quietly, hoping to give the old man a surprise.
When he sensed that the copper mirror was about to enter his Divine Sense, he could not wait any longer and made his move.
I don't care what it is, I'll just chop it into pieces first.
However, everything was going according to plan, yet he did not expect to fail to kill the old man.
Fang Xing immediately realized that the old man's cultivation was unimaginable. He was trying to escape with a grin on his face …
"Wrong? How could I be wrong? Anyone that makes it here is the person I'm waiting for. Besides … "The old cultivator slowly raised his head. His eyes were filled with flickering flames," … you brought my copper mirror here? "
"Your … your copper mirror?"
Even though Fang Xing was trying to escape, he was shocked after hearing the words. He raised his head and glanced at the old cultivator.
He looked like a skeleton, but he was not a skeleton. On top of his bones, there was a layer of dark and shriveled skin. His beard and hair had all fallen off, leaving only a few strands. His entire person was like a dried corpse that had been exposed to the sun in the desert for a few years. He was even more dead than a dead person. Although his appearance had already shed his human form, and his skin and flesh were wrapped around his bones, he still looked vaguely familiar …
Fang Xing's mind spun slightly, and he immediately thought of a possibility. His heart couldn't help but thump loudly.
He had seen the old cultivator before, but it was only a portrait.
"You … you're … the Heaven Abhorrer …"
The old cultivator let out a sigh when he recognized him. He was about to answer, "That's right, I'm the Heaven Abhorrer Ancestor!"
However, before he could speak, Fang Xing blurted out the second half of the sentence, "Heaven Abhorrer Old Asshole?"
The old cultivator was left speechless. He remained silent for a long time without answering.
Fang Xing did not speak either as his eyes darted around.
"What's … happening outside? Is the Heaven Abhorrer lineage that I left behind still around? "
The old cultivator suddenly opened his mouth again, seemingly sighing in a daze. "Sigh, if it's still around, the first thing I'll do after I escape is to destroy this bunch of unfilial descendants. Damn it … I clearly told them to use the copper mirror that my avatar brought out to choose a suitable body to help me escape. But thousands of years have passed. Why haven't I seen even a shadow? Do these unfilial descendants really want me to die of old age here? Sigh, it won't be long. Maybe in another two years, I'll really … "
"F * ck, it's really that old asshole …"
Fang Xing was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He was not afraid of ghosts, but he was afraid of people.
Especially when this person turned out to be the legendary old monster in the Sinkhole who had passed away in meditation for an unknown number of years … Heaven Abhorrer Ancestor!
"Hehe, Senior, so it's you. It looks like it was thanks to you that I was able to successfully pass the previous seven rounds …"
Fang Xing was terrified in his heart, but on the surface, he laughed. As he laughed, he took a step forward. From the looks of it, it seemed that he wanted to get closer and say something. But suddenly, his figure flashed forward, and he rushed backward like lightning.
Whoosh …
Almost at the same time, 108,000 swords appeared behind Fang Xing as he transformed into a golden light and fled into the distance.
"Heh heh, you're still a little fox. But no matter how slippery you are, how will you escape from this trap that I've set up for thousands of years?"
The Patriarch of Heaven Abhorrence, who seemed to be on his last breath, laughed in a low voice. He raised his skinny claw with great effort and gently made a hook at the void. In an instant, the world changed. All the palaces and the black soil disappeared. The entire world turned into a boundless chessboard. Countless small black and white hills sat there like stars in the sky, and a profound and complicated chessboard was laid out.
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