The old man from Thousand Stars Civilization came back, sat back on his chair, picked up a chess piece from the chess jar again, stared at the chessboard, and pondered carefully, but he still didn't make a move.
Suddenly, he raised his head and said: "That boy, I think he is just average. Xumi takes him too seriously!"
The owner of the Death God Island sat opposite, nodded and smiled, and said: "It means you didn't look carefully."
The old man hummed softly and said: "The Holy Will of Sword Dao is indeed very strong. It should have been inherited by the Sword Ancestor in the Origin Temple. As for the other Holy Will, I didn't pay close attention to it. Is it covered up by you?"
The owner of the God of Death Island smiled and said nothing.
The old man squeezed the chess piece again, looked at the chessboard, and said: "The Holy Will is strong, but it does not mean that it will be able to hold up the sky in the future. The successors are powerless and have disappeared from everyone. We have lived for such a long time, and we have seen so many monks." Less? I¡¯m more optimistic about Qingchan¡¯s future in Kunlun Realm.¡±
"The light cicada is indeed okay, but it can only represent the future of Kunlun Realm." The Lord of the God of Death Island said.
The old man said: "You use the word "can" to evaluate a Yuanhui-level genius who has become a god, but you use the word "hope" to evaluate the boy who is still in the holy realm. Are you belittling your granddaughter too low? Are you really To be humble, or to show off in front of me?"
The owner of the God of Death Island smiled and shook his head, noncommittal.
The old man looked serious and said solemnly: "Since you value him so much, why don't you just take him back to heaven? Let him go back to hell to avoid becoming a big problem in the future. You have to understand that no matter how firm your Taoist heart is, it will change. Xu (Huangtian¡¯s master) died in the hands of his disciples.¡±
"If his Taoist heart has really changed, it is not the hope I mentioned."
The owner of the God of Death Island urged: "Are you going to play or not? The chess pieces are almost crushed by you!"
The old man stared at the chessboard again for a long time, but still made no move. He raised his head and said, "Let's talk about business first. When I come to Heaven this time, I'm not here to attend some worldly conference, nor am I here to play chess with you. Over there in Heaven, Chi By delaying making a decision, could it be that you want to give up on the ancient civilization faction?"
"Absolutely impossible." The owner of the God of Death Island shook his head.
The old man's eyes were cold and he said: "Haotian has too much power, and he cannot have the final say in everything. I think it is necessary to rearrange the twenty heavens, and there cannot be only one heaven."
The owner of the God of Death Island looked up at the sky, tapped his finger on the chessboard, and said, "Now is not the time to talk about rearranging the twenty heavens."
"Do you think I am the only one who has an opinion? Huh, the four major world masters have proposed to reorganize the twenty heavens in recent years. Some old guys can't wait to ascend to the throne." The old man said.
The owner of the God of Death Island avoided this question and said: "The war is about to begin, why should we care about the name of a heavenly throne?"
"Why is this just a name? What it represents is power and decision-making! If you don't have decision-making power, you won't know how you died. I don't want the thousand-star civilization that has been passed down for eternity to be ruined in this era." There was a hint of coldness in the old man's eyes. The chess piece in his hand turned into dust unconsciously.
This divine ancestor of the Thousand-Star Civilization will appear secretly on the Red Dust Islands. Naturally, he is not interested in the Red Dust Conference. Instead, he takes this opportunity to quietly come to Heaven and secretly meet his allies.
The war is about to begin, and there are close contacts between the gods.
A lot of decision-making power is in their hands. However, this kind of communication is not something that monks in the Holy Realm can know about.
Outside, footsteps sounded.
Yu Chenjing walked in. He could not see the owner of the God of Death Island, but could only see his ancestor sitting by the chess table. The Qianxing Tiannu, who had always been calm and calm, felt quite uneasy at this moment. She cupped her fists and bowed in salute, saying: "Jing'er knows I'm wrong!"
"What's wrong?" the old man said.
Yu Chenjing said: "You shouldn't get emotional easily towards a man."
"Since you haven't figured out what's wrong, just figure it out and come see me again." The old man showed an unhappy look and waved his hand to signal her to retreat.
Yu Chenjing felt even more uneasy and retreated.
¡°She¡¯s a very smart little girl, why should she be so strict?¡± the owner of the God of Death Island smiled.
The old man's eyes widened and he said: "This is smart, but I think she is stupid. The other party wanted to erase her memory, but she took the initiative to excuse it. I was so angry that I almost died! How can I sustain such a performance in the future? A civilization?¡±
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The foothold of the Tianchu Civilization monks was also on Huashen Island.
Because the war is imminent, the number of monks from the Tianchu Civilization who came to participate in the Hongchen Conference is very small. The villa they live in is smaller than the Caixia villa, but the environment is quaint.
Luo Ji, the goddess of heaven at the beginning of the day, stood on a wooden building by the sea, facing the sea breeze and looking at the skyI have smelled this woman's fragrance, and I know this woman. I don¡¯t know where you have been or what you have encountered in the past thousand years. I only know that you did not come to me immediately when you returned after a thousand years. Even when I came to the Red Dust Islands, the first person I saw was not me. Zhang Ruochen, how do you expect me to believe that you haven't changed? "
Zhang Ruochen¡¯s head was as big as a bucket, and he secretly regretted it in his heart. He should have known better. What a woman cares about most is always how much you value her. If she finds out that you met another woman before meeting her and left a scent.
Then, she won¡¯t believe anything you say!
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen remained silent for a long time, Luo Jicai said again: "I didn't mean to make things difficult for you. It's just that it's been a thousand years since we met at this unpleasant time and in such an unpleasant way. You Tell me, how can I be happy?"
She finally turned around, stared at him, and slowly lowered her veil, revealing her clean and beautiful face.
Zhang Ruochen felt relieved and said with a smile, "In other words, you are actually happy?"
"It's been a thousand years, no matter how bastard you are, no matter how no-one heard from you, no matter how romantic you are, at least you are still alive, and at least you can show concern in a hypocritical manner. I am indeed very happy!"
Luo Ji said it calmly, but Zhang Ruochen could hear the hint of anger in her tone. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com