Innumerable opposing but interconnected intents filled with murderous intent were moving back and forth among the bronze mirrors that had turned into black and white chess pieces.
The white cloud under Fairy He's feet was suddenly shattered, and her dress was also torn.
She pounced toward the ground with an indifferent expression.
The other two immortals of the previous generation saw this scene from afar, and their expressions changed slightly. They rushed over as fast as they could.
Pah! Pah! Pah! Sounds of breaking like a rainstorm could be heard in front of the gloomy cliff.
The bronze mirrors in the sky kept breaking, and so did the wisps of cloud. Cracks appeared on Fairy He's dress, black hair, and even her body.
She came to Que Niang the moment all the bronze mirrors in the sky were broken into pieces.
Countless golden blood seeped out from under her dress and began to burn in the air, illuminating a corner of the cliff.
It was true that Que Niang's Black and White Chess Method was formidable, and it could even subdue Gu Xijiu's Taoist magic. However, Que Niang was not an ordinary Cultivation practitioner. At the most crucial moment, she managed to win the game by relying on her abundant fairy energy.
But somehow, she didn't kill Que Niang.
The two immortals flew to the field and were confused at the scene, wondering why Fairy He didn't kill Que Niang because she had always been domineering and cruel.
"Your Chess Art is similar to my Heaven and Earth of the Dharma. What's your relationship with Yunmeng?" Fairy He asked.
Que Niang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Then, she combed her messy hair behind her ears with a flame, and said softly, "I learned Go from Childe Tong Yan, but I have nothing to do with Zhongzhou School. My teacher is Immortal Jing Jiu."
An amused smile appeared on Fairy He's lips, and she said, "Since you refuse to lie, you've won the bet."
She and Zhongzhou School were both from Yunmeng, but she had a deep hatred with the ancestors of the Bai family. If Que Niang had misunderstood her intention and wanted to establish a relationship with Zhongzhou School, she would have been killed by her.
Having said that, she pointed at the cliff and grabbed the unconscious Yushan from the deep part of the mountain.
The other two immortals also brought back the unconscious Yuan Qu from the distant plain.
Nun He looked at the two unconscious people and asked in confusion, "How did these two guys ascend?"
In her opinion, Que Niang's Cultivation state was still far from that of an immortal, but her Taoist magic art level was very high. Compared to these two, the difference was even greater.
Que Niang explained softly, "It is not as difficult to ascend from Chaotian as it used to be."
Nun He's expression changed slightly as she asked, "Then you should know that an old man like me is much stronger than you, yet you're still willing to throw away your life?"
Que Niang said calmly, "As I said earlier, Jing Jiu is my Master."
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The lightest person was shaken the farthest, and the heaviest person was naturally the closest.
The most important thing in the Ancestral Assassination Team was not the person, but the robot.
It was shaken off the cliff and fell into the wilderness of the ring-shaped mountain, creating a huge pit. Its left mechanical arm was severely deformed.
His appearance, which was not good to begin with, was now one step closer to trash.
The cliffs of the crater blocked the light, and the wilderness was also dark.
A black-robed Daoist walked out from the darkness like a ghost. It was Sword Immortal En Sheng.
En Sheng walked to the front of the pit and asked expressionlessly, "What are you?"
The robot was trying to dig up the broken rocks around it to bury itself, but it had no choice but to stop when it suddenly found Sword Immortal En Sheng appeared by the edge of the pit.
The scene was full of helplessness and absurdity.
In fact, Shen Yunmai was indeed Shen Yunmai. When the bronze mirrors in the sky gave the warning, he reacted the fastest and turned around to flee.
The direction in which he fled, the judgment of the sandstorm, and the idea of burying himself were all marvelous.
Unfortunately, his response was too accurate and marvelous, which was why he was targeted by the strongest swordsman of the opposing team.
Since it had come to this, he didn't bother to say anything more. He directed the undamaged mechanical arm to aim at Sword Immortal En Sheng by the edge of the pit.
Along with the sizzling sound of electric current, the mechanical arm extended its middle finger.
The Sword Immortal En Sheng tilted his head slightly and looked at the broken robot at the bottom of the pit. For some reason, he had a familiar feeling about it.
In the next moment, he raised his mechanical arm and pointed his middle finger at the robot, indicating that he had the same feeling.
The robot turned its mechanical arm clumsily and stiffly toward the top of the cliff wall of the crater, indicating that it would wait for them to finish the fight.
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The fight on the cliff wall went on splendidly, and it ended quickly.
Countless soul fires and greenish demonic flames were flying in the sky, looking extremely domineering, but they were suppressed by an extremely pure fairy energy.
That fairy energy was not affected by the change of the energy of heaven and earth. On the contrary, it seemed to be more dreadful because of the sandstorm. It was unclear which sect the grandmaster belonged to.
Su Ziye fled along the crater, but he couldn't escape with the help of the sandstorm. In the end, he returned to his original spot.
"Senior, please stop!" He halted his steps and raised his hands without hesitation. "This junior admits defeat!" he said while looking at that Fairy Immortal.
That Fairy Immortal had a handsome face and a fluttering fairy energy, as if he would illuminate this dim world. He had a horsetail whisk on his arm, but it didn't look like a Daoist magic treasure. Each strand of the horsetail whisk seemed to contain a great deal of moisture, as if a rainstorm could fall at any moment.
Looking at the remnant energy of the demonic flames behind Su Ziye, he said in a deep voice, "You're indeed a devil man of the deviant sects!"
Su Ziye didn't like what he said. "I'm from the external sect of Aoyama! How can you be a devil man of the deviant sects? "
The Fairy Immortal asked solemnly, "What banner did you use earlier? What demonic method did you use? "
"You used a magic treasure and a magic method to judge the good and evil?" Su Ziye pointed at the two black-clothed devil immortals behind him and sneered, "Aren't they much more deviant than me? Pooh! "
Along with this pooh, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood ignited along with the wind and turned into black and gold, looking full of demonic intent.
While wiping off the blood, Su Ziye glanced at a place not far away stealthily.
Chen Ya had returned to his normal size. He stood by the cliff's edge with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the world full of sandstorms; it was unclear what he was looking at.
No matter how violent the wind on Mars was, it couldn't ruffle the large cloak behind him.
Another Fairy Immortal stood behind him expressionlessly while holding a huge sword, looking like a bodyguard.
Su Ziye recognized Chen Ya, and he also knew that this Fairy Immortal with a huge sword should be the legendary Daoist Wuwen who had killed Nan Ying.
He gave up on the idea of sneak-attacking him.
It was true that he was beaten badly by the Fairy Immortal with the horsetail whisk, but he didn't suffer an irreparable wound. The reason he circled back to his original spot was to see if he could take advantage of the situation.
It turned out that it was one against five. How could he take advantage of the situation? Was there anyone worse off than him?
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Chen Ya stood by the cliff's edge.
The large cloak hung down to his heels.
He didn't turn around to take a look at Su Ziye.
The Master Yun never needed anyone to worry about him.
A few seconds later, Su Ziye's grunt could be heard behind him, followed by countless profanities and another grunt.
Chen Ya looked at the surface of Mars expressionlessly, thinking of many things.
Where did that dog go? Where did that person named Peng Lang go? Why wasn't Liu Shisui here? Why hadn't Zhao Layue come?
After passing through the Kuiper Belt and that inauspicious small planet and entering the magnificent sword formation of the solar system, he sensed the will of the Grandmasters. He felt more confident and powerful than ever before, even more so than when he ascended.
In order to deal with these newcomers from Chaotian, he and his companions had made many arrangements, but they had already won all the battles even though they hadn't used many of them yet.
All of a sudden, a peculiar glint flashed in his eyes.
The sandstorm was subsiding slowly, and the cracks on the ground were being filled up, like the cracks on his right fist that were closing up.
Standing on the highest mountain, one could see many places on Mars, like the valley.
The valley was darker than other places, but a few glows of light could be seen once in a while.
The expression on Chen Ya's face changed slightly, as he wondered if the battle was not over yet.
Among the fairy immortals who came to the solar system this time, the Fairy Swordsman Ensheng, Chen Ya, the Godly Battering Master, and the Fairy Nun had the highest Cultivation state and the strongest prowess. As such, he and Ensheng were responsible for attacking the top of the mountain, and the Godly Battering Master and the Fairy Nun would each lead a team. It was the Godly Battering Master and the other two colleagues who were in the valley at the moment. What they needed to deal with … was merely that Tong Yan and one Tong Yan.
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Tong Yan stood alone in the deep end of the valley.
According to Shen Yunmai, this valley was not the deepest place on Mars.
The deepest valley was the most magnificent in the entire solar system.
However, this valley was deep enough that no light could be seen, and even the sandstorm couldn't affect it.
He turned to look at the three Fairy Immortals pursuing him, blinking his eyes.
He had thought of many things during the time he was blinking his eyes.
The early warning formation set up by Que Niang on the top of the mountain made him less vigilant, so he didn't make enough calculations. Otherwise, these Fairy Immortals wouldn't have caught him unprepared even if they could conceal the heavenly secret.
The real problem was that the huge sword array that spanned across the solar system made his Dao Heart a little unstable.
The hopeless future was even longer and gloomier than the underground tunnel at the bottom of Cloud-Dream Mountain.
Since it had happened, he had to deal with it.
"Your companions must have something to do with the Aoyama Sect, so they won't die. However, you were the sect master of Zhongzhou School when you ascended; it's a pity."
The grey-haired Fairy Immortal in a colorful robe said regretfully while looking at him.
Tong Yan fixed his gaze on the small drum tied to the old Fairy Immortal's wrist. After confirming his identity, he said expressionlessly, "Senior Shen Bao, please."
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Chen Ya turned into a mountain and crashed toward Mars with a dozen Fairy Immortals on his back; his power was unimaginable.
The largest sandstorm in history occurred on the surface of Mars, not in terms of the area it covered, but in terms of its intensity.
Fortunately, this sandstorm wasn't formed naturally, so it dissipated quickly.
It didn't take long for the dust particles that had been swept away by the wind to descend to the foot of the mountain. The view on the top of the mountain gradually became clearer.
The Sword Immortal En Sheng carried the robot to the cliff's edge and threw it down from the sky. Along with a clattering sound, the robot became even more tattered.
Female Immortal He and the other two Fairy Immortals returned to the cliff's edge with Que Niang and the unconscious Yuan Qu and Yushan. Their expressions changed slightly when they saw the robot.
Su Ziye was in the worst condition. He was tied up by the Fairy Master Yun with a horsetail whisk, half hanging in the air, black blood oozing out from his body.
The black blood ignited as it fell to the ground. The smoke from the melted rocks and sand reached his face, making him cough incessantly. Crack!
Crack! Crack!
The tattered robot stood up shakily. Seeing Su Ziye's terrible condition, he laughed out loud, "Is this a bloodletting, a raindrop, or a smoked meat?"
Su Ziye was on the verge of death. Hearing this, he braced himself and cursed, "If I hadn't helped you, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
An angry voice came out from the robot, "How dare you say that? I went to Chaotian to find you people to help me, but I got nothing in return! "… …
The sandstorm retreated to a farther place, and the sun could finally be seen; but it was still dark and cold on the cliff's edge.
Hearing the voice, Female Immortal He thought the voice was familiar. Staring at the tattered robot, she asked tersely, "Who are you?"
"You can't even tell who I am? You old fellows really have bad eyesight! "
The laughter full of mockery came out from the tattered robot.
Hearing these words and laughter, Aunty He Xian and the other immortals were instantly reminded of many bad memories, and their expressions became very ugly.
Even the expression in the eyes of the sword fairy En Sheng had changed.
"Little Shen?"
"Young Master Shen?"
"Yunmai, how did you end up like this?"
When Shen Yunmai learned the story of Zhuo Juexiao, the personal disciple of Tong Yan, he remarked sentimentally that Zhuo Juexiao's life was similar to his own.
It was not a narcissistic statement; it was a fact.
He had been a genius in various aspects since he was a child, and he had received the education from the most outstanding figures in various fields in the Federation of the Milky Way. Naturally, there would be many ascenders among the teachers. All the immortals present had gone to the old house of the Shen family to teach him. The devil brothers in black clothing had accompanied Shen Yunmai for a whole year when he was three years old.
Those experiences were interesting for Shen Yunmai, but they were terrible for these immortals. It was because Shen Yunmai was too smart and too proud, and he had a bad temper, especially after he became an adult. However, he was, after all, the only descendant of the Grandmaster of Aoyama, and he was recognized as the successor of this civilization by everyone. He was the kid that they had taught …
Two years ago, Shen Yunmai suddenly disappeared, which aroused a lot of speculation. Some seniors who liked him, such as He Immortal He, felt sad.
Who would have thought that he would suddenly appear here, together with those people?
Chen Ya asked, "Have you had enough?"
Shen Yunmai replied indifferently, "I don't talk to stone men."
He Immortal He flew to the front of the robot, turned to look at Chen Ya, and asked in a cold voice, "What's going on here?"
Chen Ya said, "As En Sheng said, we are the ones who seek victory, so nothing else matters."
"The problem is that you haven't won yet."
A childish and childish voice rang out outside the cliff.
The reason why that voice sounded a little childish was because it was filled with certainty and confidence that no one knew where it came from.
A crack appeared in the sky outside the cliff, and Tong Yan walked out from it.
He was holding a small bell in his left hand, but it was not the famous Scenic Cloud Bell of Zhongzhou School. It was an ancient bell full of complicated patterns, with a hint of sharpness.
His right hand was hanging by his side. As his fingers moved slightly, two semi-conscious immortals drifted out from the crack, as if they were connected by invisible ropes.
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