Empty three sons.

The floating life stage.

The cliff, the pine trees, and the sea of clouds ... Everything became blurry and grotesque.

In this world, there was only one chess board that was extremely clear.

Old, who was sitting by the chessboard, was dressed in a black robe that was as dark as the night, deep and simple. His movements were still as still as a picture.

Many Mahayana stage cultivators surrounded the chessboard and were arguing fiercely: &Quot; the Zhong Ming sect has a total of five Mahayana stage cultivators. Now, two of them have entered the game. According to the proportion, they are the first among the sects! &Quot;

"The next spot must be given to the other sects!"

&Quot; that's right. No one from our swallow Rhino city has entered the arena yet. The next spot will definitely be us! &Quot;

&Quot; if that's the case, all the members of the Holy tower are here. Why should we give it to Yanxi city? "