Chapter 7 of the robbery of the ancient world, the 153th, and the 1st and 3rd.

The day should be the 152th Festival. So today is the 153th Festival.

From a distance, Yitai was still so illusory in a cloud and mist. The three of the two people on the Yitai could determine the three of them in this sky. They were even more faintly visible, as if they were there or not.

With a flash of loose body, he stepped into the center of the chess platform with his big feet. Dao Zu Hongjun and Demon Zu Luo were only as if Li Song had not known, and were only staring at the chess game in front of him.

Li Song looked at it, but his heart suddenly became tight. It turned out that the chessboard had reached its final stage. It was densely covered with white chess pieces, each like a giant dragon. He was struggling there, and he seemed to be trying to swallow the other party.

For billions of years, Dao Zu Hongjun and Mo Zuluo competed with wits and power. They slowly knocked down one piece after another to break the chaos and crisscrossed chess pieces, and included the prehistoric universe and all things in it.

Now, is this game over?

Song looked at it, his spirit was in a daze. At this moment, the soul seemed to be pulled by the chess game and was no longer controlled. For a moment, he saw that every piece on the chessboard had its own shadow. He was the piece. For a moment, he was just a person watching the chess quietly. The piece had nothing to do with him.

I am a person who plays chess? Am I a mystery to the authorities or bystanders?

The black and white chess on the chessboard were stirred together and merged into one piece, turning into a blue smoke-like thought, directly entering the center of Li Song's thinking.

The five forms at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and before Guanguan, I scolded the innate five elements in Xuanmu Mansion. I did all this. Why do I do all this? What is the motivation that forces me to almost abandon my life again and again?

The past is like the tide, wave after wave, impacting Li Song's memory. Li Song is like a lonely boat with coordinates that are not facing. He is floating and stormy in the dark waves. He will be broken and submerged at any time.

Finally, there seemed to be a shiny light in the vast ocean: the vaguely sheltered harbor, the boat happily used all its strength to sprint towards the light. However, it appeared helplessly. The light became farther and farther away. The boat suddenly woke up. Everything was just a mirage that yearned for in my heart.

Mirage. What gives people is nothing but the motivation to move forward on the road to despair. It is simply a non-existent idea. Is the hard pursuit of billions of years just a little bit of light that can never be reached? Li Song suddenly felt sweating all over his body. It was like a drowning person dancing and trying to grasp it, but the beginning was the endless nothingness that made him sink deeper.

Song felt a headache. He could no longer bear these many clips. "Ah." Li Song yelled at the sky.

The waves disappeared, the light disappeared, the boat disappeared, and the one in front of me was still the same thing as before. A chess game, a chess platform. Two petrified people sat on both sides of the chess platform.

A sudden burst of anger arose in Song's heart. There is anger that is deceived by the devil's way of heaven. Is this your way of heaven and demon? Whether your way of heaven or demon's way, the way of Xuan is different. The essence is the same. Give people a little light. The light seems to be right in front of your eyes. But no matter how you chase it, the light will always be only right in front of your eyes and will not be grasped by you.

That little bit of light, the way of heaven is called hope, and the way of demon is called **.

For the sake of hope, we work hard, struggle, for the sake of **, we work hard to seek and plunder. But who can tell the difference between struggle and plunder? And can tell the difference between struggle and plunder?

Hope is originally **, that is, hope. A cage used by the way of heaven and demons to restrict everyone. It makes everyone obsessed with it and cannot extricate themselves. It is also hesitant to be bleeding.

Relaxed calmly and calmed down the mood. Dispel all the distracting thoughts in my mind. Take a deep breath. After thinking for a moment, I suddenly took a step forward and stepped forward. I came to the edge of the chess platform. I sat down like Dao Zu Hongjun and Demon Zuluo.

Daozu Hongjun and Mozu Luo suddenly opened their eyes and looked at Li Song, as if they wanted to see through Song. The difference was that there was a playful smile on the corner of Luo's mouth, but Hongjun had a solemn face.

"Why do you know you can't do it. Why are you doing this?" Hongjun seemed to sigh, and seemed to comfort Li Song.

Song's face remained unchanged. There was a bit of tenacity in his eyes. He said lightly: "Both the Taoist ancestor and the Demon ancestor knew that although I was the body of the innate Jia wood, I gathered in the innate five elements. But I was in my bones and was an ordinary mortal."

"There are still some ants who want to survive, let alone Miss Do? I have died once. But as a mortal, my belief in my heart has not died." Li Song said slowly and slowly, while taking off the reincarnation staff and gestured horizontally and vertically on the chess platform: "I act without any loss, and do not seek success or failure. I only hope to have a clear conscience."

The singular speech ended. The reincarnation staff in his hand stopped moving. A flash of light flashed. There were nineteen horizontal lines on the stage, and nineteen vertical lines were entangled together. It was a chessboard.

Song pulled out the Chaos Treasure Hongmeng Sword and gritted his teeth

With a stroke of his hand, it split open with a "hiss". Blood slowly poured out of the wound. Drop by drop, it rolled on the newly drawn chessboard. It turned into pieces.

Whenever a piece was generated, a white light came from Zu Hongjun's white chess. A black light came from the black chess of Demon Zuluo. The black light and the white light fused together and attacked the blood-condensed chess piece, making Li Song's chess neither black nor white, gray, simple, and inconspicuous.

When every chess piece falls, a gray mist rises. In the gray mist, a picture transforms into it.

On the first chess piece, a young man dressed in later generations made a pilgrimage to Hengshan, Nanyue, transformed by the left hand of the great god Pangu, walked to Wentian Cliff, fell and hung on a small pine tree.

On the second chess piece, a vast vast vast land appeared. A towering mountain stood on the top of the sky. In a canyon in the mountains, a small pine seedling cannot blow down the wind and the rain cannot break. It grows slowly. Finally, I care about the full moon night and absorb the light of the moon.

The third chess piece, a chess piece, rolled down quietly.

Finally, the image shows Li Song in the Netherworld Prison. He uses the essence and blood of the ancestor witch to help Houtu become a saint.

At this time, a gray dragon appeared on the chessboard in front of Li. Long Ang looked straight at the two black and white dragons fighting, as if they were going forward to fight desperately, and as if they were cautious not to let themselves be affected by the two fighting dragons.

Song's face was pale, and his voice was slightly rapid. His voice was as firm and calm as before. Li Song said loudly: "I am not talented. I am willing to use my passion to condense my own mortal way to confront the Taoist ancestor and the Demon ancestor in this last game."

Daozu Hongjun's eyes slowly slid from the loose to the chess. He looked over one by one, sighing and nodding.

"You have not achieved great success. Now you are the cultivation of Wu Shisan Taishang Laojun. You are not qualified to play chess with me and Hongjun." The lonely and clear face of Demon Zuluo finally felt a little moved. The demon clan Luo held a black spot in one hand and rolled back and forth on the stage. He glanced at the reincarnation staff in Li Song's hand and said: "But since you have turned your flesh and blood into a harmonious fighting spirit, just with this great determination, I will also give you a chance to make you have a happy battle."

After a pause, Luo's smile shaved again on the corner of his mouth. He then said, "Looking at the wars you have entered since the prehistoric times, they are mostly unexpected. They defeat the strong with the weak. Until now, they can still be called a failure. I wonder if your last battle can continue to write your previous story?"

"I must do my best to not let the Demon Ancestor down." Li Song smiled and said, "I still have some things to ask for advice from the Dao Ancestor Demon Ancestor."

I don’t know if I was infected by Li Song’s great courage. This time, Dao Zu Hongjun and Demon Zu Luo nodded at the same time. Dao Zu Hongjun said: “You entered the prehistoric world and I did it together. There was also a way for me to calculate your cause and effect. Today I want to establish humanity. In the future, I will be related to me and Luo again. Taking advantage of today’s affairs, the cause and effect between you and me should also be settled.”

Demon Zuluo took over the words and said, "In other words, if you have any questions in your heart today, you can ask me and Hongjun. We will definitely answer you the truth. But after today, you and I will be the opponent. I will not disclose anything again."

"The yitai you are on today is coming with questions. Then I will explain it to you first." Demon Zuluo said this and suddenly stood up and said, "The cultivation methods of Po and Hongjun are inherited from Brother Pangu. What I inherit is Pangu's body method. Hongjun inherits Pangu's primordial spirit method. So I can accept Wu Shisan as his disciple. Hongjun accepts Sanqing as his disciple. As for the matter of attracting Zhunti Nuwa and Houtu Si, although it is named under Hongjun, it is the product of the compromise between Po and Hong."

Song thought for a while and asked, "I wonder if I can take action?" This question must be clarified. If Dao Zu Hongjun and Mo Luo can take action, with their current cultivation level, it would be better to close Xuanmu Island.

Daozu Hongjun and Demon Zuluo shook their heads. Hongjun whispered: "That day, I fought with Luo. I almost wanted to break up the universe heaven transformed by Brother Pangu. It directly led to Brother Pangu's heartbreak and death. So I vowed with Luo. We only fought with Tao, not by force."

Song pondered for a moment and said, "I am the two most question. My disciples under my Xuanmu Island. I don't know if it is the way of heaven or the way of demon?"

"Those who have not become saints will all enter the human way." Hongjun closed his eyes slightly and said, "The sainted Kong Xuan and Han Fei who have escaped from the world will be re-chosen themselves."

Song had no problem anymore. He bowed to Daozu Hongjun and Demon Zuluo, and turned around and walked off the Taiwan.

From today on, there is no way of heaven and demons. All they have is their own "humanity".
Chapter completed!