Somewhere in the hidden place in the lower realm, the man was holding a chess piece and lowered his eyes to see the situation was a big chessboard.

The old man sitting opposite him was wearing a dressed dress. Because he was stained with dirty things, he could no longer see his original color.

The skin on his hands, which exposed his sleeves, was wrinkled, just like old tree bark.

After realizing that he had played a game of chess that he would lose, the old man smiled happily and said, "I haven't seen the lord for a long time, your chess skills are still so powerful. I especially remember that when we first met the sect, we probably never thought that meeting again would be in this situation."

When he heard the word "first encounter", the man frowned slightly, but before the old man noticed it, he stretched out again.

"I just don't know why the Venerable is here now?" When the old man said this, he looked at the man with a stolen look, "You shouldn't be here now..."

The sound of the chess piece falling down interrupted the old man's unfinished words.

The man opened his thin lips lightly: "You lost."

The old man was stunned and looked at the chessboard in surprise: "Oh, I was so careless, I took a few more steps."

The old man had known that the chess skills of the person in front of him had long been different from the past, and he knew that he would lose this time, but he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly under the opponent.

"People will change. If you always look at me from the past, it will naturally only disappoint you. Just like now, you want to find someone from me. But you failed." The man's voice did not fluctuate at all, but inexplicably made people hear a sense of ridicule.

The old man's expression has not changed and he seems not disappointed by the man's answer.

He was about to say something else, but a slight movement suddenly came from the chessboard.

The two were attracted by the sound. When they looked down, they saw a black piece that played a key role in the chess game suddenly cracked a gap for some reason, breaking the chess piece in half.

"This..." The old man looked at the man carefully. Without this piece, the game where the game was decided, there was an additional possibility.

And Kuroko is what the man holds.

The black eyelashes slowly drooped down, covering the complexity in the man's eyes.

He remembered that the person represented by that black man was Gu Huaiwei!

...

Resurrection, or Gu Huaiwei, endured the pain that was about to explode on his head and stretched out his hand in the direction of Sang Ying.

His gaze was a little blurred, and he couldn't even see her clearly. But Gu Huaiwei still walked slowly towards her persistently.

Just as he took a step forward, the other party took a few steps back. Such obvious resistance made Gu Huaiwei clearly realize her disgust for him.

"Would you like to go with your master? Master will take you away from here. Master will no longer treat you like before. Master will always protect you and give you all the best..." Gu Huaiwei said to his former disciple with a nearly begging expression.

But Sang Ying's expression was still as cold as ever: "You are not my master, I only have Jiulian." Even though Jiulian looks very unrestrained on weekdays, even if the other party and himself become masters and apprentices, it has not been many years since they have become masters and apprentices.

But to be fair, it was Jiulian who gave her a sense of belonging to the sect, and it was Jiulian who let Sang Ying know that the true master and disciple could not be miserable and mixed with other disputes, which was such a pure and touching emotion.

On the other hand, Gu Huaiwei and the Resurrection in front of him were different, but their selfishness and paranoia were exactly the same.

"The Demon Lord should also know that I once had a master. He was the sword master of Liuguang Sword Sect and was also the most powerful sword cultivator in the Lilan world. But I had no fate with him. When the other party wanted to abolish my cultivation and imprison me for another disciple Su Fuyun, I pierced his dantian. Since then, this person has disappeared from the Lilan world." Sang Ying paused, and his tone became more and more contemptuous, "So Demon Lord, if you don't want to be the second Gu Huaiwei, please let me go now."

This passage reached Gu Huaiwei's ears, making him froze uncontrollably.

Gu Huaiwei hasn't heard the name Su Fuyun for a long time, and even when it comes to his ears again, it makes him feel very strange at one time.

But the memories of her in his mind came out in waves. He remembered that he treated Sang Ying coldly and snatched the spiritual herb that originally belonged to Sang Ying, just for a tear from Su Fuyun.

He remembered that he knew that Sang Ying had suffered a grievance, but he still believed Su Fuyun's quibbling and let her suffer.

He remembered that he had already seen Su Fuyun and the Demon Lord have an old age, and finally he still attacked Sang Ying.

Gu Huai looked down at his hands slightly. These clean and fair hands were stained with blood at some point, or the blood of his apprentice!

Why, why?

Why did that person tell him the truth? Gu Huaiwei's destined apprentice should have been Sang Ying. He appeared on that mountain and why was Su Fuyun the person he brought back? Who deceived him and who plotted against him?!

Chaotic thoughts kept flashing in Gu Huaiwei's mind, and countless "whys" also emerged.

Gu Huaiwei's head became more and more painful, and his eyes were also stained with blood red due to the demonization.

"Sang Ying." He called the person in front of him again with difficulty, but what he received was her more vigilant look.

"I really..." I regretted it.

He didn't say the last three words, because before that, a sword had already pierced his chest.

The Fuchuan Sword is not an ordinary sword. The thunder above it has great restraint on any demon clan. Even though Gu Huaiwei has extremely high cultivation, he has now become a demon.

Almost as soon as the Fuchuan sword touched his coat, the thunder on the sword flew on Gu Huaiwei's body and left a pitch-black mark on his chest.

After being hit hard again, more blood was overflowing from Gu Huaiwei's mouth.

"I said, let me go!"

The last dragon roar fell, and the huge thunder tribulation was finally over. The fairy mountain in the distance had been completely razed to the ground, and the golden rain fell down the moment the black catastrophe clouds dispersed.

The effect of the sweet rain was extraordinary. Although Sang Ying was a little far away from the place where the thunder disaster occurred, she was lucky enough to get a few drops.

Just a few drops, her cultivation level instantly returned to the Golden Pill stage.

At this moment, she no longer cared about the Demon Lord. She looked up at the black dragon in the distance. The black dragon was nearly twice as big as before! The sharp dragon claws were shining, and each of the scales that were more round and wider than before was dazzling.

The pitiful black dragon in her eyes once seemed to become majestic today.

Sang Ying was a little suspicious. If Wu Renyao saw Jiang Zhuoxue now, he would probably have a deeper covetousness towards Jiang Zhuoxue.

The author has something to say:

Well, Gu Gou’s crematorium is not over yet. When Xiao Jiang succeeds in the tribulation, he will be allowed to directly crematorium!

I am too busy today, so I only have one chapter. I will definitely make up for it in the future!


Chapter completed!