I Am the Righteous Master

Even if he knew it was a conspiracy, Jiang Yun had to rush there as soon as possible.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath and strode forward.

………………

In the cave, it was dark and dry.

This passage was not very long, Jiang Yun walked towards the bright light not far away with Ning Xi on his back.

After more than a hundred steps, he came to the exit.

The air is humid, obviously it is in the mountains, but it is extraordinarily fresh.

Jiang Yun took a step forward, but found that there was a huge chessboard under his feet.

The lines on the chessboard are criss-crossed, but there are no chess pieces.

Standing on the edge of the chessboard, he did not enter it.

On the other end was a figure in blood.

A hundred meters away, Ming Xuan stood there quietly, alone.

She looked at Jiang Yun, the corners of her mouth slightly raised:

"Jiang Shengzi, please stay safe."

Jiang Yun's dark eyes sank slightly:

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

He gently put Ning Xi down and stood in front of her.

"I don't have any thoughts, I tasted the taste of the Holy Son that day, and I can't forget it."

Ming Xuan licked his red lips heartily, with a smile on his face, "I used some tricks, and I really lured the Holy Son out."

Jiang Yun didn't speak, and the dragon pattern sword was out of its sheath, looking at Ming Xuan with killing intent in his eyes.

"Jiang Shengzi really doesn't know the rules of Broken Mirror Mountain."

Ming Xuanxin chuckled, "Xuanxin is waiting here, Holy Son might as well try, can you come near me, how about it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yun frowned slightly.

The other party was waiting for him here, obviously coming prepared.

After Ming Xuan finished speaking, he took the initiative to take a step forward and stood inside the chessboard.

Jiang Yun settled his junior sister and told her not to come in, and he also entered the chessboard.

"Om-"

The moment he stepped on the chessboard, the chessboard vibrated, and the lines under his feet glowed and spread out.

Criss-criss-crossed and well-organized.

Jiang Yun felt an invisible force descending from the sky, pressing on his shoulders.

He frowned and took another step forward.

With just this one step, this strength has increased several times, and it has become extremely heavy.

Even with his physique, he found it difficult to move.

"The Broken Mirror Mountain is a place where the ancient gods played chess. The rules here are different from those in the outside world."

Ming Xuan smiled coquettishly, but streaks of blood spread from his eyes, almost covering his entire pupils.

She looked at Jiang Yun, her eyes were crazy and calm, and her tone was faint:

"This fairy mountain cannot be survived unless it is blessed by the gods."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yun felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blades and neck.

It was hot, like a wound was burning.

He reached out to touch his neck, and his fingertips felt hot.

There, there were two scars like tooth marks, and the skin was slightly sunken.

This was the time when he was entangled with Mingxuan in Shenxin, and was injured by the opponent's fangs.

The other party seemed to have used some kind of secret technique, even though the wound healed, the two scars did not disappear.

And in Broken Mirror Mountain, these two scars began to glow, as if some kind of breath was attracted.

"I am the descendant of the gods, but you are just an ordinary person."

Ming Xuan looked at Jiang Yun heartily, and said.

"Although you and I are not the same kind of people, it does not prevent me from admiring you."

"You are very strong and very talented, but unfortunately you are my enemy after all."

Ming Xuanxin raised her hand, and the reddish blood-colored mist rose from Jiang Yun's body, and she held it in her palm.

Ming Xuan opened his mouth to swallow the blood mist, and a layer of bloody light was released from her body:

"In Broken Mirror Mountain, only God's blessing can survive."

She said loudly:

"The patriarch of Haoqi Sect has not responded to you for thousands of years, and the gods of Xuantian Sect also lost contact more than 20 years ago. How much spirit of gods do you still have in your body?!"

Inside the chessboard, an invisible coercion descended.

It's time to place the chips on the two of them.

On Jiang Yun's shoulders, black and white aura rose up and became entangled together.

The white mist-like Dao Qi came from the Haoqi Sect, and the black light was naturally from the god of Xuantian Sect.

Compared with the dense blood light on Ming Xuanxin's body, both the Dao Qi of Haoqi Sect and the black light of Xuantian Sect are weaker.

After all, what the Blood God Sect prays to is a bloodthirsty and crazy god, and this god is still active.

But the combination of black and white qi is stronger than the dense blood light on Ming Xuanxin's body.

With the appearance of black and white, Jiang Yun felt a lot lighter.

Like a balance, the weight fell in the direction of Ming Xuan's heart.

Guess what.

However, Ming Xuanxin took out a "broken" statue from the magic weapon storage.

The statue is about a foot high and is carved from black stone.

The statue has only one arm, and only half of the base is left, which is incomplete in the eyes of outsiders.

But the most noticeable thing is the face of the statue, which is blurred, not because it was damaged by someone, but because it was just like that.

It seems that the craftsman who sculpted this image could not face the true face of this god, but could only outline the vague outline.

Ming Xuanxin put the statue on the ground, bowed respectfully and respectfully.

Then she raised her hand and cut her own wrist.

The crystal clear blood was sprinkled on the statue, and for a moment, a strange breath was released from Ming Xuanxin's body.

This breath seemed to come from an extremely high sky.

It seems that some kind of indescribable existence has established a connection with Ming Xuanxin, casting his shadow on the world.

An ominous premonition faintly grew in Jiang Yun's heart.

On the chessboard, the balance tilted again.

The bloody light and strange aura suppressed the black and white aura, and the pressure on Jiang Yun suddenly increased.

Jiang Yun gritted his teeth and took steps to get closer to Ming Xuan's heart, but was blocked by a mysterious force.

"Ready? I'm going to start."

Ming Xuan smiled heartily, and pressed his slender and fair fingers on his eyes.

The next moment, she dug out her eyes.

Jiang Yun groaned, and two tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

He found that he had lost his vision.

"Ho, ho..."

Mingxuan showed a crazy smile, she gouged out her own eyes, but acted like a normal person.

"What I have experienced will be imposed on you."

Mingxuan panted, "As much pain as I am, you will be equally miserable."

She raised her head, black blood flowed from her eye sockets:

"After all, this god... is sacrificed with pain!"

In front of her, the statue of the broken god glowed.

The originally blurred face gradually became clearer.

She set up a trap to ambush Jiang Yun, and she came prepared.

Ning Xi's soul was eroded by the World-Exterminating Demon Lotus, and it was impossible for Jiang Yun not to step into the chessboard.

And this "evil god" is Ming Xuanxin's trump card.

Jiang Yun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and tried to get closer to Ming Xuan's heart.

He could no longer see, but with the monk's spiritual sense, he could sense the opponent's position.

And after he was injured, the pressure from the chessboard also weakened a bit.

"Ho..."

Ming Xuan felt his movements in his heart, and showed a mocking expression:

"It's a hundred meters away, by the time you get close, the 'ritual' has already been completed!"

"The Broken Mirror Mountain is blessed by gods, even if you hold the Xuantian Token, you can't move it at all!"