Situ naturally knew what they were worried about. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But he didn't hesitate, nodded gratefully to the people around him, and his face showed a hint of ease and determination.

The scholar in Confucian costumes, the cloth clothes holding chess pieces in his hands, and the girl in the goulan who was crying on the ground, all stopped their movements and bowed to Situ very solemnly.

Situ Xing looked at the radiant arm with a solemn face, and his eyes were full of determination.

"You're going to die. Not only will you die physically, but even your soul will be destroyed. ”

A faint sigh that could not distinguish between men and women came from the sedan chair, and said with some persuasion.

"Give it up!"

"Give it up!"

"Don't sacrifice your life!"

"It's just a chess game, it's not worth it!"

Scholars dressed in Confucian robes and shaking folding fans, peddlers and pawns with furrows and calluses on their hands, and women dressed up in flowers and branches, and smoky and flattering women also stepped forward to persuade them.

"Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers. ”

"It's not worth your life for this!"

There was also a hint of hesitation in Situ Xing's eyes. He was stunningly talented and gorgeous, covering Beijun, and was respected as a town and country, and was called Situ Sage.

He is only 20 this year, he has not yet married, let alone had children, and his life has just begun.

He is still a child, he has no fame, even if he falls, he will not be posthumously sealed by the imperial court, and he will definitely fall into reincarnation forever.

How willing is he to die like this.

However, where the Tao is, there will be no regrets!

Situ Xing's eyes slowly changed from confused and hesitant to firm, his heart was as hard as a rock, whether it was the voice of heaven, or the persuasion of Confucianism, the pawn of the peddler, and the daughter of the goulan, it could not make a ripple rise in his heart.

"Where the Tao is, although I die a hundred times, I will not regret it. ”

"For the sake of the Tao, even if the body dies and the soul is destroyed, what will happen?"

"Even if I risk this life, I will win half the world!"

A golden light shot out of Situ Xing's eyes, and in the surprised and shocked eyes of the Confucian scholars, the peddlers' pawns, and the daughter of the goulan, his figure jumped suddenly, as if a meteorite had fallen heavily between the mountains and rivers. Under the action of a strange force, his body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless ice cave, and instantly became stiff.

A layer of brown earth appeared on the surface of his body, but in an instant, his torso, eyes, nose, and even mouth were sealed with brown mud and stones, turning into the existence of terracotta warriors.

Situ Xing watched his body stiffen, watching the dirt slowly cover his torso, and on his face, his eyes slowly fell into infinite darkness.

The senses of touch, hearing, smell, and sight are deprived a little bit.

Even the last active thoughts were like broken glass balls shattered one by one, and only the last Confucian semi-holy thought that had gone through six thunder tribulations was as crystal agate as crystal.

Situ Xing's thinking was not annihilated, and it was also because of the existence of this thought.

"Do you regret it?"

The voice of Heavenly Dao, which was difficult to distinguish between men and women, appeared in his heart again.

"Don't you really regret it?"

There are a lot of people and many things in front of Situ Xing's eyes, including past lives and present lives, love and hate, happiness and helplessness.

It turns out that this is what people often say about the moment before death, and people will look back on their life experiences.

Situ tried to grin, but his face had already stiffened and petrified, and it was impossible for him to smile.

"Where the Tao is, although nine deaths do not regret!"

"Although I am dead, the Tao will endure. ”

Heavenly Dao sighed faintly, full of regret.

"What if your word would not endure?"

"The past, the present, the future, all traces of you will be erased, and no one will remember your existence. No one will remember the existence of the Tao, don't you regret it?"

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but froze, the past, present and future, all evidence of his existence would be erased, and even his parents, his relatives and friends would not have any memory about him.

Not to mention, the avenue of the unity of knowledge and action.

If so, what is the point of his insistence?

"I regret it now, it's too late. Otherwise, you will really disappear in the long river of fate, forever. ”

Heavenly Dao's non-male and non-female voice sounded again.

In front of Situ Xing's eyes, there seemed to be a long river of fate that was meandering and unknown tens of thousands of miles long, and there were countless swimming fish in it, and they were swimming desperately in the long river of fate. But no matter how hard they tried, none of them could escape the shackles of fate.

Situ saw three points of light in the long river of fate.

These three points of light symbolize his past, present, and future.

As long as Heavenly Dao obliterates these three points of light, then everything about him will completely disappear from this world.

No one will remember his existence, and no one will remember the existence of the Great Dao.

"Fate!"

"Destiny!"

"You are not the way of heaven, you are fate!"

Situ Xing's closed eyes opened suddenly, his gaze crossed the arm surrounded by divine light, the cyan sedan curtain became transparent in his eyes, and he seemed to see a long river in the sedan chair that was meandering, at the mercy of all beings, symbolizing fate.

Destiny!

Destiny!

Destiny!

In the long river of fate, Situ Xing saw one silk thread after another, which shot into the void and tied to the heads and limbs of one person after another.

These people are like puppets, at the mercy of fate, playing a variety of roles.

Princes, ministers, generals, or lowly paupers and beggars.

They staged a choreographed drama, using their joys and sorrows to curry favor with the fate of the high.

"It's sad!"

Situ Xing's eyes showed a look of embarrassment, and he couldn't help but sigh faintly.

Fate didn't expect that Situ Xing would be able to see through his identity, and he didn't speak for a while.

"Chaowen said, Xi can die!"

"Even if no one in this time and space will remember me, no one will remember the existence of the Dao, I don't regret it!"

Situ Xing looked at fate with a resolute face, and said without any regrets.

"Hey!"

The voice of fate was faint, and he sighed helplessly.

The Confucian scholars, the peddlers' pawns, and the goulan woman stood on a high place and watched the chess game quietly, and after a while, everyone's faces showed excitement.

"Win!"

"Win!"

"Win!"

"I actually won!"

"Victory in the sky!"

There was a faint sigh from the sedan chair, the radiant arm.

Burst!

The last one of Situ Xing's thoughts was as crystal clear as agate, and the Confucian half-saint thought that was safe and sound under the six thunder tribulations was as fragile as a bubble in front of the Heavenly Dao.

The last thought was shattered, and Situ Xing's thinking stopped moving.

Soul Destroy!

This is the real destruction of the gods, even if there is no way to reincarnate.

Situ was like a pencil word that had been erased off by an eraser, completely disappearing into the time and space of Daqian.

Not only the great dry time and space, but even the past and future existence have disappeared cleanly. It's as if he never appeared.

But Situ Xing's arms rose from beginning to end, and his face looked at the air even more hideously and unyieldingly, as if even if his soul was destroyed, the sky could make him bow his head and submit.

From the air, it looks like a chess piece as black as ink.

Situ Xing went from being a chess player to a chess piece.

He used his young life to interpret the Tao.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

With the three points of light in the long river of fate being obliterated.

All the information about Situ Xing has completely disappeared.

The scholars in Confucian clothes, the pawns of the peddlers who were covered with vicissitudes of life, and the daughter of the goulan, who were all over the flowers, seemed to be stunned for a moment just now, and suddenly woke up.

It was as if they were asleep.

They looked at everything in front of them with some shock.

But there is no pity or sadness in their eyes, and some are just blank.

"Why are we here?"

"Where are we?"

"Look, there's an endgame there. ”

The Girl of the Hook Fence looked down and shouted in shock.

"Take heaven and earth as a chessboard, and mountains as chess pieces. What a grand chess game, is this an immortal playing chess?"

The chess player dressed as Confucian was also shocked, and said in disbelief.

"Let's see, it's Kuroko who wins or Shiroko who wins... ”

The peddler's pawn asked anxiously.

The three of them didn't speak anymore, secretly thinking in their hearts, and after a while, their faces showed shock.

"Kuroko wins!"

"Half a win!"

"That human-shaped boulder is the finishing touch, and it is precisely because of its existence that Kuroko can reverse the situation and kill the great dragon of Baizi!"

It is precisely because of his existence that Baizi lost with the weakness of half a son. ”

"Look, there's a word on that stone!"

The scholar in Confucian clothes had the best eyes, and shouted in shock.

"Win!"

"Oh my God!"

"Half!"

"Son!"

The writing on the stone is large and simple. Even the peddler pawn who reads the least knows it.

But every word has an indescribable power.

Victory day half!

What a big heart, or what an arrogant person, to be able to say such a rebellious thing.

Can the heavens win?

Moreover, they look at the overall situation and have to admit it!

Indeed, the man was victorious.

High in the sky, lost half a son.

"That humanoid boulder, for some reason, has a familiar feeling?"

The daughter of the goulan said with some surprise.

"I don't know why, but I feel that way. Did you see it in a dream?"

"I guess it was in a previous life!"

"Maybe... ”

"But the stone was so expressive, as if it were a man with his arms stretched out to the sky, looking up and roaring. I don't know why, I actually saw tragedy and triumph in him. ”

"It's weird!"

"But this chess game is really magnificent, and the degree of subtlety is even higher than that of "Rotten Kepu". ”

"The creation of heaven and earth, this chess game is the generation of heaven and earth, is it really playing against the sky? I just don't know what kind of demeanor people can play chess with the world. ”

"It's fascinating!"

"Those who can play against the sky and win against the heavens must be immortals. ”