Divine beast system, cultivating divine beasts can become stronger

Dixuan Mountain, on the top of the thousand-meter-high mountain, is cold and windy, with white snow all over the place, and there is no life at all.

In such a harsh environment, an old man in yellow is playing chess with an old man in green.

The chess they play is divided into black and white pieces, which looks like Go but is far more complicated than Go. The Go board has nineteen horizontal and vertical lines, combined into 360 points.

But their chessboard has 360 and 12 lines each horizontally and vertically, which combined into 940 points.

Not only that, but the rules of this chess are also ridiculously complicated, and the moves must be based on divination, divination, etc.

In this way, a seemingly simple game of chess contains the wonders of the world.

The two old men playing chess are not ordinary, they are the two Zhenshan elders from Dixuan Mountain and Fengxuan Mountain, and they are the most powerful people in this sect.

The old man in yellow is the elder Zhenshan of Dixuan Mountain, in the middle stage of Yuanying, and his name is Zhao Zhengyao.

The old man in Tsing Yi is the elder Zhenshan of Fengxuan Mountain, in the middle and late stages of Yuanying, and his name is Li Xun.

When Zhao Zhengyao was hesitating, the sound of the apocalypse bell came here.

Hearing the ringing of the bell, Zhao Zhengyao didn't know whether he was deliberately delaying the time, or he was really puzzled, so he said, "Huh? The apocalypse bell has rung? Who is accepting disciples?"

"I don't know." Li Xun said.

At this time, the second bell rang.

"Twice, Foundation Establishment." Zhao Zhengyao said.

"En." Li Xun was serious and didn't say much.

The third bell rang.

"Three times, consecration, yes, yes, this level of strength will be worthy of a heavy responsibility in the future, and will be the mainstay of the Fourth Xuanzong." Zhao Zhengyao said.

Li Xun frowned and said, "Don't delay, settle down quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the fourth sound rang.

This time, Li Xun lost his temper.

"Four bells ring, the upper limit of the golden elixir. It's interesting. I don't know which mountain it is. It is such an honor to recruit such a talented disciple." Li Xun said.

"Maybe he is a disciple of Wang Changqingzhao of your Fengxuan Mountain." Zhao Zhengyao teased with a little playfulness.

"Hehe, don't be kidding. Changqing doesn't want to accept apprentices. If he accepts apprentices, even if he asks me to moles Mrs. Shui, I'm willing." When Li Xun spoke, the fifth bell rang.

Five tones, the upper limit Nascent Soul!

What does this mean?

This means that in the future, there will be a Zhenshan elder with the same strength as them in the Sixuanzong.

"Five tones, my patriarch." Zhao Zhengyao had a look of disbelief, and the hesitant chess piece in his hand fell with a thud and fell directly into the snow.

"Old Ghost Huo is joking, right?" Li Xun stood up straight away.

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The sixth sound sounded, and the two strong men, Zhao Zhengyao and Li Xun, could no longer sit still.

"Six voices!!! Go and see who it is!" Zhao Zhengyao yelled out, and Chen Wen and his calmness of a generation of masters suddenly disappeared, like an ordinary person who was startled.

"I must personally accept this person as my disciple, no matter who finds him!" Li Xun flew down and ran towards Tianqi Mountain.

"I want to take this person as my apprentice too!" Zhao Zhengyao followed closely behind and flew down.

At the same time, on Shuixuan Mountain, a gorgeously dressed woman was lying on her side beside the spring, listening to the sound of the spring, and fell into a light sleep.

She is the Zhenshan Elder of Shuixuan Mountain, in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and her name is Luo Yiyan. The Shui Pozi Li Xun is talking about is her.

When the first bell rang, she didn't pay much attention.

But when she heard the sixth ringing of the bell, she was no longer calm, she got up immediately, her phoenix eyes widened, and she looked shocked.

She rushed to Tianqi Mountain in a hurry, not caring about not wearing shoes or disheveled dress.

At the same time as she was rushing to Tianqi Mountain, there was also a red-haired old man.

This red-haired old man is none other than the strongest of the Four Profound Sects, Elder Zhenshan of Huoxuan Mountain, Zhou Yan who is at the peak of Yuanying and known as Huo Laogui.

At this moment, Xiao Zhi still didn't know what kind of shock he caused.

He still pressed the apocalypse clock with both hands.

When the seventh bell rang, all the four Zhenshan elders of Sixuanzong rushed here.

Zhao Zhengyao, Li Xun, Luo Yiyan, Zhou Yan.

The four most powerful and most distinguished bosses of the Sixuanzong all looked straight at Xiao Zhi, their eyes were like a beggar who had been hungry for three or four days and suddenly saw a roasted whole lamb.

But Wang Changqing was already trembling.

He was not cold, but frightened by the continuous ringing of the bell.

This is not over yet, under the shocked eyes of the four Zhenshan elders and Wang Changqing.

The bell continued to ring.

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

When the tenth bell fell, the Fourth Xuanzong returned to silence.

Seeing that the bell did not ring again, Xiao Zhi let go of his hand.

At this time, on Tianqi Mountain, there was a dead silence!

Wang Changqing's face was dull, his whole body collapsed, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground.

"Ten tones..." Wang Changqing felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he was shocked into a fool. How can he be as chic and mighty as Xiao Zhi first saw him.

The same is true for the four Zhenshan elders. They were all shocked into emoticons, and the expressions on their faces became more exciting than the other.

Ten chimes, what does that mean?

This means that Sixuanzong will have a Mahayana powerhouse who only exists in legends.

A sound, the upper limit of gas refining.

Two sounds, the upper limit is established.

Three beeps, the upper limit is consecrated.

Four sounds, upper limit golden pill.

Five sounds, the upper limit of Nascent Soul.

Six sounds, the upper limit is out of the body,

Seven sounds, the upper limit is distracted.

Eight sounds, the upper limit fit.

Nine sounds, the upper limit is empty.

Ten sounds, the upper limit Mahayana!

Now, the bell of the apocalypse struck ten.

How could they not be shocked?

In their cognition, Mahayana is only one step away from becoming an immortal, capable of slaying dragons and phoenixes, immortal, and only exists in legends.

Even if it was founded by the four ancestors of the Sixuanzong, it is just a state of distraction.

Mahayana, this has exceeded their imagination.

In their cognition, such a strong person can only exist in the unreachable spiritual world.

Xiao Zhi looked at the five people who had turned into emojis staring straight at him, somewhat unnaturally, he scratched his head with an innocent face, completely unaware of what kind of shock he had brought.

They didn't speak, and Xiao Zhi didn't have the nerve to speak.

Just like that, the six of them stared at each other without saying a word, only Shushu and Yadao, the two little guys watching the fun, were shaking their heads.

After a long, long time, until Xiao Zhi's legs were almost numb, the elder Zhao Zhengyao finally spoke.

"If I heard correctly, the apocalypse bell should have rang ten times." Zhao Zhengyao said.

"Yes, ten, ten, ten..." Li Xun kept repeating, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"Am I drunk today? Or are you all drunk?" Luo Yiyan couldn't accept this fact at all.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the apocalypse clock?" Zhou Yan, who used to be hot-tempered, lost his temper.

And Wang Changqing, with his mouth open, was so startled that he couldn't make any sound.