About seven million kilometers away from that golden planet, there is a warship.
The shape of that warship is different from most of the warships of the Starship Alliance. It is irregularly circular and looks more like a fortress.
It is also like an asteroid with a diameter of more than 100 kilometers.
The melodious sound of the bell came from a place so far away that, in fact, humans could not hear it at all.
The sun heard it, and burst out suddenly, spewing out an unimaginably huge flame, and swallowed the golden planet in an instant. The warship was also affected by the solar storm, and a fire-like glow appeared in the space twists and turns caused by the half-open gravitational field, and the light passed through the windows, illuminating the world inside.
The interior space of the battleship is extremely huge, just like a real planet.
A simulated sun rises and sets in the sky, illuminating the blue sea and grassland, as well as the human beings living inside.
If Jing Jiu, Shen Yunbu, Xilai and Tan Zhenren saw the sun, they would be silent for a long time.
Then some people remained silent, some cursed loudly, some sharpened their swords in silence, and some turned around and left.
That round of sun is an ultra-fine atomization power furnace, but it has no outer shell, and it is extremely huge. One can imagine how terrifying its power is.
It turns out that human civilization has gone further than imagined.
There is a small island in the deep blue sea, and there is a volcano in the middle of the island, and there is a hot spring in the volcano.
Patriarch Qingshan and the girl in bathrobe who called herself "Fei" drank and played chess by the hot spring, deciding the direction of the entire human civilization.
What they played was still the backgammon.
The four sunspots have already formed a line, and no matter how they are remedied, it is impossible to change the inevitable outcome.
According to the backgammon rules, there are many fixed forms that are not allowed, but the situation on the board obviously does not belong to those.
The girl in the bathrobe curled her lips, blowing the black hair on her forehead like a watermelon rind with air, and said, "Shen Qingshan, you're playing tricks again."
No matter if it is a person from the Galaxy Alliance or an ascendant from Chaotian Continent, they would not call Patriarch Qingshan by his name like this, but she is a special one.
She stretched out her hand and randomly picked and pulled all the pieces on the chessboard. Naturally, there would be no winner in this backgammon game.
But some things always have a winner or loser, such as the war between them and Jing Jiu.
The girl suddenly said, "Tan Zhenren and Xi Lai can live."
Patriarch Qingshan said: "Yes."
The girl said: "If Jingyang surrenders, it's fine."
Patriarch Qingshan was silent for a while, then said: "Of course."
As his words fell, the second bell rang from the depths of the distant universe, went up against the solar wind, landed on the surface of the burning fireball, and was knocked back.
That bell drove the flames of the sun, devoured the golden planet again, and then became even more violent, dragging this huge battleship into the flames.
The blue lake produced waves, and then boiled, producing countless bubbles, and the mist instantly filled the huge hull, filling every corner.
Patriarch Qingshan said: "It seems that what is written in that story is not completely true. The Taoism realm of talking about real people is obviously stronger than that of the Bai family."
"If Tan Zhenren is as timid as a mouse, how can he join hands with him to destroy the foundation of the Bai family?"
The girl stood up and looked at the blue planet in the distance outside the window, and said softly, "This person must be cruel enough."
"Even so, he is not our opponent. Why did he dare to ring the Jingyun bell? According to the story, he should continue to hide."
Patriarch Qingshan put away the four black chess pieces, got up and walked to the girl, "So I really didn't expect him to appear suddenly and affect this story."
The girl said calmly: "They are fellow villagers, or the same year, comrades-in-arms, just like us."
Patriarch Qingshan was silent for a while, then said: "It makes sense."
On the surface, the wind is light and the clouds are calm and silent, but in fact there are countless dangers hidden, the wind is turbulent, and the dark sea is full of waves.
The bell rang for the third time and fell on the sun, arousing more light plasma, which turned into a light arrow by the gravity of the golden planet and attacked the battleship.
The gravitational field device of the battleship is still not fully activated, because it is necessary to ensure that the divine sense goes to the other side of the distant universe to monitor the situation on that battlefield.
Patriarch Qingshan flicked his fingers, and countless sword lights came out of his body, cutting the hot and fiery light into countless pieces, which scattered like fireflies.
"He is a sword for all things, and also a weapon left by the gods, but no matter what kind of existence it is, it is dead after all. It is used to thinking about things in a calculating way, but it does not understand the principle that calculation power is exhausted and heaven and earth are infinite."
He withdrew his gaze, looked at the messy chess pieces on the chessboard, and said, "Even if he counts all of these, he will eventually lose."
The girl said: "I don't like to hear such words, but it is indeed the truth."
The bell continued to ring, the sun became more and more violent, and the light was like a cloud, but it couldn't hurt the battleship at all, and it gradually faded away, like the echo of a funeral.
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More than 10,000 battleships sprayed out brilliant flames and flew towards the outer galaxy outside the fog, looking like a torrent of burning flying swords.
Those ascenders ignored the extremely cold universe, left their battleships, and flew towards the asteroid belt at high speed, looking like dozens of bright stars.
The development of human civilization to this day is really quite great, just like the picture at this time, it can be called the shining stars.
The only boring thing is that the enemy humans have to deal with today is Jing Jiu.
With a soft clicking sound, unimaginable huge waves rose in the ocean of his consciousness, and the number symbols of the program emitted a clear light, as if condensed into a real halo, covering his wrists, ankles and neck.
These apertures are the new Chengtian Sword.
Chengtian Sword is specially used to restrain Wanwuyi.
A strange wave of breath swayed in the depths of the universe, attacking Jing Jiu's Dao Heart from the outside to the inside, and began to resonate with every subtle part of his body, forming an extremely strong, locked-like connection.
That breath and resonance formed an unimaginable majestic force, controlling his body, making it impossible for him to even extend a middle finger.
"I will try my best to keep your self-awareness." Huaxi said to him.
When she said this, the little girl's face didn't show any emotional changes, but her eyes were a little bright, which seemed somewhat believable.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention, and lowered his head, thinking about some very important things.
The game arranged by Patriarch Qingshan and Huaxi's shot made him a little unexpected.
Unexpected does not mean completely unanticipated.
He calculated for so many days on the hundreds of millions of chess pieces in the Lieyang battleship, how could he not count these
These may all be in the mathematical model, and he has made corresponding plans, but the probability is too low, so he thinks less.
The main problem is that he is too confident.
That ring is the crystallization of the civilizations of the Chaotian Continent and the Galaxy Alliance, the highest-level artifact, just like Shen Yunbu, but it is not the new Chengtian Sword that he is most vigilant about.
Xin Chengtian Sword is not a ring, not a handcuff, not a bracelet, not even a real thing, but a procedure.
Patriarch Qingshan actually became a programmer, who would have imagined it
Of course he won't admit defeat.
According to the mathematical model established in advance, he still has a 7% chance of winning.
If Xi Lai woke up, it would be seventeen percent.
If Cao Yuan also suddenly woke up, he could add another three percentage points.
If he found Xue Ji through today's events according to his original thought, then the probability of victory would be more than 40%.
Of course, if Tan Zhenren can kill the Patriarch on the Zu Xing, that would be 100%.
It's a pity that now it seems that Lao Tan failed to succeed. Fortunately, he must have hidden countless means to save his life, so there is no need to worry about his life or death.
Now he only needs to worry about his own life and death.
It's not life and death in a chess game, it's real life and death.
Countless grains of extremely tiny, spore-like golden light overflowed from Jing Jiu's body, which is the most subtle part of immortal energy.
This shows that his Dao heart has been lost, and he can't control his body or even the immortal energy in his body. However, under the restraint of Chengtian Sword, he can't leave at all, and he can't even move. It looks like those ancient myths and legends. The immortal who was bound by the Heavenly Court on the Immortal Severing Platform, waiting to be hacked into pieces.
The sky full of stars is gathering at high speed, like the reverse picture of the Big Bang.
Those stars are battleships and powerful ascenders.
There is the ancestor of the Zen sect, there is the Stone Man of Chenwu Mountain, and there are many famous figures in the history of the practice circle of Chaotian Continent. Yes, at this stage in the development of this story, even these great figures can often only appear in front of us collectively in the form of the words "Ascended".
Jing Jiu, covered in fairy mist, became more and more clear in their sight.
The emotions in their sight became more and more complicated.
The strongest ascendant in Chaotian Continent lowered his head, as if he had fallen asleep.
He is losing his last sense of autonomy, becoming a new real Jingyang, a brand new star-level weapon, or a dead man.
At this moment, Xi Lai's voice sounded: "Really, do you think I can last forever?"
His voice is no longer so sincere, cheerful and sunny, without any emotional fluctuations, very indifferent.
There was no smile on his face anymore, and he was expressionless, as if he had changed back to the statue from before.
This question is very inexplicable, especially at this time, but he asked it very seriously.
It's like a young man with good character and learning asking his mother if he can read the physics books for the next three years first tomorrow.
Jing Jiu answered very seriously.
Even if his consciousness is a little confused at this time, he will die soon.
"Can."
Although he was serious, he didn't think for too long, and he could even say that he gave the answer without thinking.
Xi Lai looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Really, you still like to lie so much."
One person asked inexplicably but seriously, and the other answered inexplicably and seriously.
Huaxi looked towards the west, a little surprised.
General Li looked westward, feeling a little cold.
Patriarch Qingshan in the starry sky also looked towards Xilai, admiring him.
Jing Jiu looked into Xilai's eyes and said, "No."