Caixia Villa.

The old man from Qianxing Civilization returned, sat back on the chair, picked up a piece from the chess jar again, stared at the chess board, pondered carefully, but he had not made any move.

Suddenly, he raised his head and said, "That boy, I think it's just average. Sumeru takes him too seriously!"

The Lord of the Immortal Island sat opposite, nodded and smiled, and said, "It means you didn't look carefully."

The old man snorted: "The Holy Will of Swordsmanship is indeed very strong. It should be that he has obtained the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor in the Origin Temple. As for another holy Will, I didn't take it carefully, and it was covered up by you, right?"

The Lord of the Imperial God Island smiled but said nothing.

The old man tightened his chess piece again, looked at the chessboard, and said, "The strong saint intention does not mean that he will definitely be able to support a piece of the sky in the future. He is powerless and is like everyone else. We have lived so old, but are there few people who see it? I am more optimistic about Qingchan in the future of Kunlun Realm."

"The light cicada is indeed OK, but it can only represent the future of Kunlun Realm." said the Lord of the Shen Shen Island.

The old man said: "I use two words to evaluate a Yuanhui-level genius who has become a god, but use the two words to evaluate that boy who is still a holy realm. Do you defame your granddaughter too low? Are you really humble or show off in front of me?"

The Lord of the Immortal Island smiled and shook his head, not saying anything.

The old man said seriously and seriously: "Since you value him so much, why don't you take him back to the heavenly court? Let him return to the realm of hell, and you will not become a big problem in the future. You have to understand that no matter how firm the heart of Tao is, it will change. Yuanxu (the master of Huangtian) will die at the hands of his disciples."

"If his heart of Tao really changes, it will not be the hope I mentioned."

The Master of the Immortal Island urged: "Can you put on the ground? The chess piece is almost crushed by you!"

The old man stared at the chessboard again, stared for a while, but still had no choice. He looked up and said, "Let's talk about the main business first. This time I came to the Heavenly Court. I am not here to attend a World Conference, nor are I here to play chess with you. In the Heavenly Palace, I have not made decisions for a long time. Could it be that I want to give up the ancient civilization faction?"

"It's absolutely impossible." The Lord of the Imperial God Island shook his head.

The old man looked cold and said, "Haotian's power is too great, he cannot decide everything. I feel that it is necessary to re-list the twenty heavens, and there cannot be only one heavenly throne."

The Lord of the Immortal Island looked up at the sky, tapped the chessboard with his fingers, and said, "Now is not the time to re-list the twenty heavens."

"Do you think I am the only one who has an objection? Humph, the four major dominating the world have proposed to re-list the twenty heavens over the years. Some old guys can't wait to ascend to the heavenly throne." The old man said.

The Lord of the Imperial God Island avoided this question and said, "The war is imminent, why bother with the name of the heavenly throne?"

"Why is this just a name? It represents power and decision-making! If you don't have decision-making power, you won't know how to die. I don't want to have the thousands of stars passed down to ruin it in this era." A cold air appeared in the old man's eyes, and the chess pieces in his hand unconsciously turned into dust.

This god ancestor of the Thousand Stars civilization will appear in the Red Dust Islands in secret. Naturally, it is not that he is interested in the Red Dust Conference, but that he will take this opportunity to quietly come to the Heavenly Court and secretly meet his allies.

The war is imminent, and the gods are also in close contact.

Many decision-making powers are in their hands. However, this kind of interaction cannot be known by monks in the holy realm.

Outside, footsteps sounded.

Yu Chenjing walked in and couldn't see the Lord of the Imperial God Island, but could only see the ancestor sitting by the chess table. The Qianxing Heavenly Girl, who had always been swaying in the wind, was quite nervous at this moment, and bowed and said, "Jing'er knew she was wrong!"

"Where is the mistake?" said the old man.

Yu Chenjing said: "We shouldn't be moved by a man easily."

"Since I haven't figured out what's wrong, I'll come to see me again after figure it out." The old man showed an unhappy look, waved his hand, and signaled her to retreat.

Yu Chenjing felt even more nervous and retreated.

"A pretty smart little girl, why should she be so strict?" The Lord of the Imperial God Island smiled.

The old man glared and said, "I think he is smart. I think he is stupid. The other party wanted to erase her memory, but she took the initiative to excuse her. She was so angry that she almost angered me! With such a performance, how can I support a civilization in the future?"

...

The destination of the monks of Tianchu civilization is also on the Island of Transformation.

Because the war is approaching, there are very few Tianchu civilization monks who come to participate in the World Conference, and the villa they live in is smaller than Caixia villa, but the environment is elegant.

Tianchu Tiannv Luo Ji, standing on the wooden building by the sea, facing the sea breeze, looking at the stars in the sky and the peerless building of the Red Dust floating in the clouds, her eyes were a little blurred.

In the distance, the waves rise and fall, and the "slope" sounds.

Li Miaohan walked over, stood under the wooden building, and said, "Master, I was going to invite the seventh prince of the Emperor Ancestor Divine Dynasty and the Tianyujun of the Zhenwu Realm, but people were asked to go halfway by the monks from the Judgment Palace of the Temple of Light."

Luo Ji said calmly: "In fact, with the current situation of Tianchu civilization, it is meaningless to win over any allies. You don't have to run around anymore, so as not to be ridiculed by the monks in the Heavenly Realm faction."

Li Miaohan's eyes were slightly red, and her emotions were complicated, with grievances, unwillingness, anger, and despair, and said, "We have been isolated."

"Isn't this something we had expected before we came? Only by being isolated should one strive for self-improvement. Now is not the most difficult time." Luo Ji said.

Li Miaohan gathered up all kinds of emotions in his heart and said, "Shang Zipeng is here again! He said that if the master promised to marry him, he could swore with the reputation of Yan Shen, and he would do his best to help Tianchu civilization."

Luo Ji said: "Shang Zigong's current cultivation is indeed unfathomable, but unfortunately he has a demonic obstacle. He wants to marry me, but he just wants to resolve the demonic obstacle. A thousand years ago, I might have looked up to him. As for now, I am well-dressed on the surface, but my mind is distorted, and I hide demons in my heart, terrible and hideous. Such people are farther away, the better."

"I'll let him leave now." Li Miaohan retreated.

Loki walked down the wooden stairs, stepped on the beach, leaving a row of footprints, and his thoughts flew out again.

Every time Shang Zideng arrives, she will recall her memories of Zhang Ruochen.

In memories, there are good and bad.

Some are profound and some have faded.

Suddenly, Luo Ji felt aware and suddenly looked back, and saw a figure appearing in the wooden building. The figure seemed familiar, and unknowingly coincided with the shadow in his mind.

"Swish!"

A holy sword as thin as hair turned into dozens of feet long, like a trace of light, flying into the wooden building.

The figure sitting in the wooden building did not move at all, just stretched out two fingers to clamp the holy sword.

Luo Ji was wearing a veil and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes. With her current cultivation level, there was actually someone who could catch her sword so easily in the divine realm.

Zhang Ruochen let go of his fingers and turned his head away.

Zhang Ruochen's current appearance is just what he is, without any change, nor does he have the face painted by Dai Ruzu.

However, there are still some changes compared to a thousand years ago.

Luo Ji's sense of familiarity became stronger, and her calm mood was turbulent. However, the person in the wooden building had a completely different aura from the person a thousand years ago.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "A thousand years have passed away, I have died twice. However, I still can't forget the nameless valley in the Truth Heaven Realm, the various things about the Luoshui Nine-Curve Stars."

Luo Ji turned into a fog of white mist and appeared in the wooden building. Under the candlelight, he stared at the man opposite him carefully.

Zhang Ruochen was also staring at her.

Just as she looked at each other, her eyes gradually changed, from doubt to silence, to bitterness, to introverted emotions, and no trace could be seen anymore.

"I know, it's hard for you to believe..."

"No, I believe it." Loji said.

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief. He was thinking of thousands of explanations, but now it seems that there is no need to say it.

"I should have come to see you earlier. I know that Tianchu Civilization is in a difficult situation now." Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Ji said: "You are a monk from the Hell Realm. What is your purpose in appearing in the Heavenly Court?"

Zhang Ruochen heard the thorn in her words, and knew that Tianchu civilization and the Hell Realm had been fighting for many years and had a deep hatred. I am afraid that this is why he has resentment towards him.

What's more, Tianchu civilization is about to usher in a war of life and death.

Luo Ji stopped looking at Zhang Ruochen, looked at the sea outside and said, "Zhang Ruochen, have you changed?"

"It has changed! For a thousand years, even a stone will change, let alone the human heart. But it has not changed. I still have good and evil in my heart, yearn for life, hate death, and still remember your affection deeply. In fact, I think your first question will ask me where I have been in the past thousand years?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Ji's eyes were covered with a layer of star mist and she said, "I want to know more, where did you go just now?"

"Just now?"

Zhang Ruochen was stunned and frowned.

Luo Ji said, "You have the fragrance of another woman. I have smelled it. I know this woman. I don't know where you have been to and what you have encountered in the past thousand years. I only know that you will return in a thousand years. You did not come to me as soon as possible. Even if you came to the Red Dust Islands, the first person you met was not me. Zhang Ruochen, how did you make me believe that you have not changed?"

Zhang Ruochen's head was as big as a fight, and he secretly regretted it in his heart. He should have known that what a woman cares most is always how much you value her. If she finds out that you will meet another woman before you meet her, and the fragrance will be left behind.

Then, she won't believe anything you say!

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen didn't say anything for a long time, Luo Ji said again: "I'm not trying to make things difficult for you on purpose, but for a thousand years, I've met in this way that makes people unable to be happy. How can I be happy?"

She finally turned around, stared at him, slowly lifting the veil, revealing her beautiful fairy face.

Zhang Ruochen felt relieved and smiled and said, "In other words, are you actually happy?"

"It's been a thousand years. No matter how bad you are, no matter how no matter how informed you are, no matter how romantic and affectionate you are, at least you will still be alive, at least you will still care about it in a false way. I am really happy!"
Chapter completed!