Nanyu's drought Zen.

The black fog is tilting towards the north.

The warm air alternates with the cold wind.

Master Wunian coughed gently, his face was a little pale, and he said calmly: "You are here, but you can control the situation in Langya in Jiangguo at the same time, and then divide a ray of consciousness to monitor the movements of the host in the wasteland. This will only make your own strength weaker, but you don't seem to be that weak. I think I still underestimate you."

"There is one thing I'm very curious about. You put your consciousness in the wasteland, and your purpose is very clear. Your purpose of coming to my Nanyu is even more clear. But what is your purpose for Jiang Guo? What are the benefits of Jiang Guocheng breaking?"

Li Mengzhou gasped slightly and sneered: "It turns out that there are things you can't calculate."

Master Wunian smiled and said, "I have never said in person that I can really make up my plan. In the final analysis, I am just a mortal in the world. I am afraid that it is you, and I dare not assert that you can calculate everything in the world. There are always some things that cannot be calculated."

Li Mengzhou said: "I have my own reasons for Jiang Guo. Although I can't kill you for the time being, I can slowly consume you. With my consciousness in the wasteland, the old guy who is the master of the temple cannot leave half a step. I have time to slowly consume you, but you may not be able to afford it."

Master Wunian said: "I really can't afford to consume it, but I have said a long time ago that my death does not mean you win. Now that the last moment is not yet reached, it is unknown who will benefit you."

Just as Master Wunian cannot really make full use of the plan, Li Mengzhou cannot count as Master Wunian's idea. Of course, it is not a good way to waste it, but it is indeed the only way at present.

Their battle is still going on, and the so-called waste is not just standing there. Even while they are talking, their battle never stops.

A monk asked a question, “We are just watching this?”

The Ninth Prince frowned and said, "That is the battle that the master has been waiting for for a long time. Since the master has not lost, we should watch it."

His meaning is very obvious. If Master Wunian appears to be defeated, he will definitely be the first to rush forward. Even if Master Wunian warned him in advance, the ninth prince would never be able to watch Master Wunian die.

But the person Master Jiran was looking at at this moment was Ning Haoran.

She was thinking about the purpose of Li Mengzhou bringing Ning Haoran here, or whether Li Mengzhou needed to let Ning Haoran stay by her side.

But no matter what the reason is, Ning Haoran is very important to Li Mengzhou, or to be more precise, to the will of the Demonic.

Thinking of this, she did not hesitate and said to the ninth prince: "Bring Ning Haoran."

The ninth prince raised his eyebrows and did not ask questions, but took action directly.

Although Ning Haoran has been watching Li Mengzhou and Master Wunian, he quickly realized that the ninth prince was approaching. He subconsciously wanted to draw the sword, and then he realized that he had no sword in his hand. For a sword cultivator, the sword is naturally his own life. In a short period of time, it is difficult for him to get used to the fact that he has no sword.

But he was only a moment of loss of consciousness. He took a deep breath, looked at the ninth prince who had already stood in front of him, and said, "What advice does your highness have?"

The ninth prince bowed politely and said, "Mr. Fourth, I just want to ask you to change the position to watch the battle."

Ning Haoran frowned and said, "Do you think I can threaten him?"

The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "Although there are rumors in the world that Mr. Fourth is actually his child, it has not been confirmed in the end. But he always has some reason to bring you by his side."

The Ninth Prince is very smart. Master did not say it clearly, and he could understand his meaning. After all, this is the only purpose of bringing Ning Haoran over there.

Ning Haoran didn't say anything, but his face became a little ugly.

The ninth prince said, "It seems that Mr. Fourth has already obtained the truth. No matter how he treats you, at least you are useful to him, so I can only offend him."

He reached out and grabbed Ning Haoran's shoulder.

Although Ning Haoran has no feelings for the Demon Lord of the Wasteland, he never wants to be regarded as a chess piece. Whether it is regarded as a chess piece by the Demon Lord or as a chess piece by the Kuchan Temple, he has to resist.

But when he was fighting with the Ninth Prince, Ning Haoran was shocked to realize that the Ninth Prince was even more powerful than he imagined.

The hand pressed on his shoulder was like a pliers, and he could not break free.

"You are already standing in front of the threshold of Xuanming?!"

Ning Haoran, who had not yet reached the peak of the God of Knowledge Realm and had no natal sword, had no power to resist in front of the Ninth Prince.

Among the young monks in the world, only Su Bieli has reached such a height. Perhaps Han Yi can be counted as one, but Ning Haoran did not expect that the Ninth Prince of Nanyu, who had never been a member of the world, also reached that height!

If he had a sword in his hand, he could fight one, but it would be difficult to beat the Ninth Prince. Moreover, he had no natal sword. Even if his cultivation level did not weaken at all, it would be certain that it would have an impact.

"You are indeed the only personal disciple of Master Wunian. You are really hiding deeply enough."

Among the younger generation of monks in the world, Su Bieli and Han Yi were side by side. After Han Yi died, Su Bieli was the most deserving first among the younger generation of monks in the world, but now it is obvious that there is another ninth prince.

"Mr. Fourth, you are not my opponent, we should be more friendly."

The Ninth Prince is the most qualified in the entire Nanyu Dynasty. He was personally taught by Master Wunian. To cooperate with Wanglaihu's luck in his practice, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Su Bieli. That doesn't mean that the Ninth Prince can beat Su Bieli. After all, the Ninth Prince has never been to the world and has very insufficient combat experience.

But the gap in realms cannot scare people. Maybe he cannot be called the strongest in the same realm, but even if he is only a small realm, even if his opponent has the ability to fight against the enemy across borders, he can still win and not lose, because his qualifications can also cross-border enemy across borders and block the enemy with the natural barrier of realm.

Cross-border battles against enemies do not mean being able to kill enemies across borders. Unless Ning Haoran can break into the peak of the God of Zhi and is in the same state as him, he will have no chance of winning.

Ning Haoran was able to make Luo Qingming come, but he didn't do that.

Li Mengzhou noticed the movements of the Ninth Prince and Ning Haoran. He just frowned slightly and ignored them.

The face of Master Wunian on the opposite side was getting paler.

He suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Everything goes back to the drought Zen!"

All of them looked slightly stern.

Those silencers were a little at a loss.

Li Mengzhou sneered and said, "What can they do if they retreat to Kuchan Temple? When I kill you, you will destroy your entire Kuchan, and none of them will survive."

Master Wunian didn't say anything, but just looked back at Master Jiran.

Master Jiran's body was trembling, as if he did not dare to respond to Master Wunian's eyes.

She knew very well what the senior brother meant, and she couldn't accept it.

The Ninth Prince pushed Ning Haoran to those monks of the Ker Zen. Master Wunian seemed to know very well what the Ninth Prince was going to say. Before the Ninth Prince opened his mouth, he interrupted him and said, "You are carrying the whole fate of Nanyu. My life is approaching. Even if this is not the case, I will die. I am very happy to have this game, at least I won't die alone. This war is far from over. You still have a lot of things to do, so you should always let me go with peace of mind."

The ninth prince slowly closed his mouth slightly.

Master Jiran grabbed his arm and did not dare to look back.

All the silences of the monks.

They glared at Li Mengzhou.

The five-year master waved his hand gently and retreated to Kuchan Temple.

A golden light rose in the canyon.

A chess board is presented above the dry Zen.

Lights up the night.

Li Mengzhou looked quietly and suddenly said, "So this is the backup you left."

Master Wunian smiled and said, "Even if you are, you can't break the chessboard."

Li Mengzhou remained silent.

His face gradually became a little gloomy.

Because he has realized the problem.

Wanglai Lake is in Kuchan Temple. If he cannot break the chessboard formation, he will naturally not be able to enter Wanglai Lake.

But this is not the fundamental reason why Li Mengzhou's face turned ugly.

Because as long as he wants, the chessboard formation must be unbreakable.

If we want to completely block the chessboard array, we need to have enough power to support it.

He set his sword at Master Wunian almost immediately, and without reservation.

But no matter how fast he sets his sword, he is no longer as fast as Master Wunian who wants to die.

The Buddha's light shines, tore the night apart, and gradually covers the entire Nanyu.

The Qihai Lingyuan collapsed and poured into the chessboard array, making the Buddha's light even more dazzling.

The sword intent was swallowed by the Buddha's light during the rapid movement.

Master Wunian smiled and said, "You can't enter the lake, nor can you plunder my spiritual essence. In the end, I won the game."

Li Mengzhou's face was ferocious, "You think that breaking the sea of ​​qi will make me come back in vain. Don't treat me as wasteful firewood from the mountains!"

He moved forward towards the Buddha's light, and the black mist spread out. He tore open the Buddha's light in front of Master De Wunian with his hands. The Qihai Lingyuan that rushed to the chessboard array actually showed a tendency to flow backwards.

The chaotic spiritual energy condensed in front of the canyon was torn to pieces by Li Mengzhou, and the whole world was shaking. The black volcano group erupted at this moment. Nanyu's temperature suddenly rose, the ground collapsed, and magma rolled outward from Kuchan Temple, which actually affected most of the Nanyu Dynasty. Towns similar to Kuchan Temple collapsed in the great shock!

Master Wunian's expression also became extremely solemn. He looked at the ferocious face in front of him, and the speed of the Qi Hai collapsed faster. More and more spiritual energy flowed into the chessboard formation, but there were also spiritual energy flowing into Li Mengzhou's body.

The golden Buddha light and black fog can be seen throughout the world.

It was more like a showdown between light and darkness.

But the light is gradually swallowed by darkness.

"I was watching the light in the darkness, and the light was bright, but very small."

Li Mengzhou teared the light and stood in front of Master Wunian at close range. The black fog would swallow the two of them.

He reached out to Master Wunian's Qihai, "I am at least alive, and you can't do anything anymore. Your light has completely disappeared from the world."
Chapter completed!