The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 948: Heaven and Earth Chessboard

Whether it is the Eastern Continent, the Western Continent, or the Southern Continent, the ancient clan and the lich clan have all launched a frantic clean-up, smoothing out all will to resist, and enhancing their own strength.

Some strong scattered cultivators, lonely creatures, suffered catastrophe one after another, those who obeyed prospered, and those who disobeyed perished. At this moment, it was vividly displayed.

Wizard warriors ran rampant in the eastern wasteland, conquering countless ancient dynasties, immortal dynasties, and even some tyrannical holy places.

The top ten demon commanders of the demon clan descended on the East Wasteland, gathered the strong, entered the heaven, and became a courtier of the demon court. Taking this opportunity, they wantonly recruited the strong from all directions.

At this moment, war has become the theme song of the entire prehistoric world, performing heart-rending sad songs one after another. This is the advent of a dark age. In the turbulent age, some are just **** killings, and only real Only the strong can trample on the corpses of their opponents and create their own myths.

As if the ancient killings reappeared in the world, the heaven and the earth went through a reincarnation again, only the real heaven and earth supreme power, condensing the existence of their own avenues, can vaguely feel that the real calamity of heaven and earth has not yet come, At the time of the real confrontation between the overlords of the Great Desolation, the end of the catastrophe is just now.

All saints come out together, educate the prehistoric times, follow the way on behalf of the heavens, and the heaven and earth will be prosperous.

Countless powerhouses silently watched the trend of the general trend, carried out their own calculations, and sought a lifeline for themselves. In the catastrophe, even the most powerful people from heaven and earth entered the seventh heaven of the semi-sacred, condensed the law The existence of , also dare not speak bluntly about himself, certainly can survive the catastrophe.

Tribulation, inexplicable changes, no one can accurately control their own destiny, the way of destiny, no one can truly comprehend completely, transcend oneself, and control destiny, which is the lifelong pursuit of countless creatures in heaven and earth.

Fate is the most elusive. Fate is erratic. It is like a river, flowing slowly. It has its own direction, and it also has countless tributaries, and countless tributaries. There are countless possibilities.

Cause and effect represent the past, but the future is uncertain and unpredictable. Venerable Tiansheng, himself is the way of heaven, free from the shackles of life.

All living beings are like fish in the long river of fate. They are tyrannical. They can occasionally jump out of the water and see the direction of the river. Only then can they control their hearts and obey the general trend. If they go against the current, they will inevitably encounter great difficulties. body.

Heavenly sages have transformed into the Tao and have their own space of heaven. To a certain extent, they are really able to see the existence of the general trend. Even so, they cannot accurately grasp their fate.

Cause and cause become calamities, and the theory of fate has been circulated since the birth of heaven and earth. Most of the powerful creatures live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, comprehend the heaven and earth, and seldom contaminate the air of the world, reducing their own cause and effect in order to seek eternity. Once the catastrophe comes, there is no way to avoid it, only to face it, maybe there is still a chance to fight a **** path.

Whether it is to build a holy place, obtain immeasurable merit and protection, or establish a dynasty, get the approval of heaven and earth, enjoy the luck and luck, in the end, it will be contaminated with thousands of karma, when the luck is lost, and the merit is dissipated, that is, they die. When the Dao disappears.

Without great wisdom, great perseverance, and great courage, one would never dare to easily open up a dynasty, or establish a holy place, and achieve one's own ethnic group, which will eventually come to nothing.

The struggle for hegemony of races, the battle for dynasties, and the inheritance of the Holy Land are the most cruel things. There is no benevolence and morality at all. Whether it is the ancient clan or the two lich clans, for those who dare not obey their own will , are all powerful obliteration, rush to kill.

The domineering imperial figure contends for hegemony, the peerless heroes like the sands of the Ganges River, the death of the body and the road to disappear, are unable to make the slightest wave in the sky and the earth, the rolling historical trend, the ruthless passing years, swallowed up the unknown How many, the unparalleled hero who once smiled proudly and raised a glass to invite the moon.

Let's get the upper hand!

The monarch of the ancient clan, the ancestral witch of the witch clan, and the demon emperor of the demon clan all took action one by one and swept the eight and six together. This was their will.

No matter who they are, as long as they can solve their worries and wipe out all the will of resistance in the territory, they can gain the first opportunity.

Above the Western Continent, the Demon Ancestor has retreated to the holy mountain, and the figure does not appear in the world. The ancient clan is strong and powerful. Five tyrannical ancient clan masters, high above the sky, stand quietly in the Temple of War Demons, overlooking the west All the powerhouses of the continent, truly seal the sky and lock the earth.

In order to survive, some strong people can only bow their heads and worship. For a while, the ancients had the arrogance to calm the entire Western Continent, and wherever they passed, the strong retreated.

Southern Continent, the ancient mirror of annihilation stood in the sky, candles illuminated half of the Southern Continent, and famous powerhouses were all slaughtered one by one. The earth was dyed red, as if it was covered with a layer of bright red carpet.

Here, the bones of the strong are scattered in the wilderness. This is a kind of sadness. After death, no one collects the corpses.

Above the Tianshan Mountains, snow-white snowflakes slowly fall. This is a pure land, a holy land for the yeti family, and no one dares to violate it.

In the icy cold wind, towering trees dance with the wind, crystal clear, this is the most beautiful masterpiece. The entire Tianshan Mountains are like a domain, belonging to the domain of the yeti family.

The strength of the Snow Sage, even among the masters of the ancient clan, is in the front, although the snowman clan is the smallest in number, this does not hinder the strength of the snowman clan at all.

The handsome yeti are the darlings of heaven and earth, with powerful talents, they are all in one.

Sacred light shines brightly on the snow-capped mountains, all kinds of magical weapons hang high in the sky, these are the soldiers used by some powerhouses who have passed away.

Some of the king's soldiers have long since been broken, ancient daggers are in the sky, ancient mirrors are hanging high, bronze bells are ringing, long swords are dancing, and war spears are raging.

These are the legacy of the strong who once fell under the hands of Xue Sheng. The owner of each divine weapon is at least one king who dominates the other. Although he has fallen, the will of the king is still contained in it.

Despite these divine soldiers, they are still struggling frantically. After all, they are things without owners, losing most of their spirituality, trapped in ice sculptures, and shining like pearls, dotted with snow-white Tianshan.

The chaos of the war made countless powerhouses look sideways. In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat quietly on the futon, in charge of creation, and there was no change in his demeanor. The huge divine sense communicated the long river of fate, and the divine soul wandered the origin of the world. .

The crystal clear fortune-telling jade, blooming with brilliance, although it has been broken, there are still traces of Dao left on it. It was gradually repaired by Hongjun Daozu, and three thousand white waves rolled, as if chaotic three thousand avenues. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When his eyes looked at Chaos, a sharp cold light flashed away, and he was defeated by Lin Fan's hands. This was his long-standing shame.

At this moment, his cultivation has already advanced further. At the same time, the desire for revenge in Hongjun's heart is also getting stronger and stronger. After many plans, almost all of them were destroyed by Lin Fan. Already in control, control the entire prehistoric world, comprehend the true meaning of the Dao, and break into the realm of the Great Sage.

Thinking of this, Hong Jun's face could not help but distort.

"Alas!!"

Hong Jun let out a long sigh and shook his head slightly.

Hong Jun knew in his heart that this moment was by no means the best time to confront Lin Fan head-on.

After many plans, the general trend is over, the extinction of all races, and the birth of the human race have long been a foregone conclusion. Unless he can win over more powerful people and compete with Lin Fan, he can have the power to reverse the general trend. Some of these, some Unrealistic, even those tyrannical existences outside the territory, Hong Jun did not think that they had the strength to compete with Lin Fan.

The general trend has been set, and there is only one way for Hongjun to follow the general trend and control everything. Only in this way, he may have a chance to truly defeat Lin Fan one day.

Those who obey the sky are free, those who defy the sky are laborious, and the efforts are in vain. Although Daozu Hongjun suppressed hatred in his heart, he can still make his own choices wisely.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, between faintly, a tower of gods floated, interpreting the true meaning of eternity, the unity of time and space, Hongjun's face was a little gloomy, although he had already decided not to intervene in this matter, he was coerced to the door at this moment, still let him In his heart, he felt very uncomfortable, stroking the jade of good fortune, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He Hongjun also wanted to participate in this chessboard.

Once he is excluded from the chessboard, even if he has a strength that surpasses Lin Fan in the future, he will not be able to retaliate. Entering the game with his own body, although there are dangers, can obtain the greatest benefit.

"Raise your eyebrows, I don't have to intervene in this battle, but in the future, I want to have my own territory in this world!" Hongjun's voice, erratic, came from outside the Zixiao Palace , Hongjun firmly believes that this exchange will definitely have a satisfactory answer.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, the tower stands above the void, interpreting the true meaning of time and space, as if it is the incarnation of eternity. A tower of gods, suppressing the entire prehistoric world.

A breath of time and space blended together from above the Chongshen Pagoda. The ancient Pagoda seems to have been born between the heavens and the earth.

In the chaos, Lin Fan seemed to have a feeling in his heart. Looking back at the direction of Zixiao Palace, his bright eyes flashed with wisdom. When entering a chess game, he must obey the rules of the chess game and plan for a long time. At this moment , and finally waited for Hongjun to enter the game.

"Hongjun, the way of heaven is hidden, and the sage takes the place of heaven. Is this okay?" The figure with raised eyebrows appeared on the tower of God, two long eyebrows fluttering, and he said with a leisurely expression.

After a long silence, the voice of Hongjun came from the Zixiao Palace. At this moment, everything has become a foregone conclusion. The powerhouses who have the qualifications to play chess are only six of them, and the other powerhouses , only by acting according to their will, can there be a chance of survival.

At this moment, whether it is the Ancestral Dragon Emperor who lives in seclusion in Longyuan, or the Taoist Taixuan who lives in the extreme north, they all seem to be feeling it.

In the dragon abyss, the Ancestral Dragon Emperor sits on the dragon chair. After the statues of the gods are all manifested, the light of the stars hangs down from the nine heavens, and the golden dragons wander around the four directions. The ring of gods enveloped the Ancestral Dragon Emperor.

Below him, the Candle Dragon Emperor sits peacefully, dressed in a black dragon robe, the eleven-clawed candle dragon roars up to the sky, its powerful dragon claws, as if it can tear the sky to pieces at any time, behind him, faintly Between about, there is a black candle dragon lying high.

The body of the innate demon **** is extremely tyrannical. The chaotic holy dragon turned into two, and evolved into the ancestor dragon and the candle dragon. Although the candle dragon is far inferior to the ancestor dragon, it is still one of the most powerful innate demon gods.

The traces of time passed by his side, and the passing of time seemed to change near him. His face looked like a young man, his sword eyebrows were horizontal, his star eyes shone with inexplicable divine light, and he smiled slightly. It seems that it can infect the surrounding time and space.

The aura on his body is domineering and fierce. It is not as calm and heavy as the Ancestral Dragon Emperor. It is like a long sword drawn out of its sheath. With a wave, it can slash the universe. Countless years have passed by, and his strength has also become more and more powerful. getting stronger. Since the ancient times, the Candle Dragon Emperor has accompanied the Ancestral Dragon Emperor to return to Longyuan, and suddenly appeared in the prehistoric world, forcing the demon master Luo Hu to retreat, and aroused stormy waves above the prehistoric continent.

In his hand, a candlestick is slowly burning, guided by the essence of the sun and the moon, and the candlelight is flickering and captivating. - Golden fleeting years. The flame is like the manifestation of time. Between the beatings, it travels a long river of time. It is mysterious and profound. The power of time is called together with space. It is known as the two laws against the sky.

Perhaps, the Torch Dragon Emperor has already reached the peak of life, and no one can predict his future. A powerhouse of this level spy on the origin of heaven and earth, and with a single word, it is the law of heaven and earth, reversing the five elements of yin and yang, only transformation Dao, getting rid of the shackles of living beings, is his pursuit at this time.

"The chance is not there, second brother, you don't need to think too much!" The majestic voice of the Ancestral Dragon Emperor reverberated in the hall, like the sound of the origin of the heaven and the earth. Sword suppresses heaven and earth, Ancestral Dragon Emperor is like the lord of heaven and earth, the king of the sun and the moon, and the mighty land in the eight deserts. Every move will affect the operation of heaven and earth.

The figure of the Candle Dragon Emperor shook slightly, and then returned to calm, like a frozen statue, never moving, only the fire of time in front of him - the golden fleeting years, is still blooming with brilliance, shaking with the wind , After a long time, the candle dragon emperor nodded gently, and in his eyes, the look of loss flashed away. Proving the Way, condensing the Heavenly Dao **, and evolving the real world of one's own side are the pursuit of the Torch Dragon Emperor, and now he is only half a step away from the last step, but he can only stop there, and naturally he is unwilling.

"Brother, don't worry, I understand!" At this time, although the voice of the Torch Dragon Emperor was very dull, there was still a vibrato in it, which was equivalent to asking him to give up his own way. He gave up the attachment in his heart, as if his life was suddenly plunged into the boundless darkness. He would rather be himself, still the one who knows nothing, a loose boy who knows nothing about the world. Not awake.