The vertical pupils above the sky became serious, which was rare.
You know, Li Mingyue, the descendant of Li Jiuzhong, could only give birth to three sons, but this little girl, who was obviously only in her teens, had already given birth to four sons, and she looked very happy and had no pressure at all.
The rules of the Sword Tomb world were shaking so violently that everyone stayed where they were, not daring to move.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the vertical pupil in the sky and enveloped Nezha, and disappeared without a trace in just a moment.
"The Twelve-Turn Colorful Lotus Dharma Image, is this... the Lotus Image of Reincarnation?" The old voice sounded again, full of surprise and uncertainty.
"How is this possible? Ever since the destruction of the ancient immortal world, the Lotus of Samsara has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years. How could it appear on a little girl? Moreover...why can't even I, your own self, clearly see your Dao rhyme destiny?"
Nezha raised his head, chuckled a few times, then raised his hand and dropped the fifth child.
The entire locust tree shook violently, and even the locust tree barrier became extremely unstable. Nezha dropped his sixth and seventh sons without stopping.
It was not until this moment that a rare look of fatigue appeared on Nezha's face.
"The Nine Peaks of Taixuan are truly all monsters!"
Someone finally came to his senses and exclaimed in amazement.
"This Dao Yun chessboard is said to be an innate spiritual treasure that coexists with the sword tomb. Chaoyang City has relied on the Dao Yun spiritual treasure to maintain its fortune for thousands of years."
"Over the years, there have been fewer than a hundred people in Chaoyang City who have been able to place pieces on the Dao Yun chessboard. The first city lord only placed eight pieces. A hundred years ago, when Zong Baiye entered the Sword Tomb, he only placed seven pieces. This Taixuan Nezha actually has a Dao Yun destiny that is not inferior to Zong Baiye's."
"I'm afraid it's more than that!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a halo of light condensed again at the tips of Nezha's fingers. The halo fell onto the chessboard and turned into a white piece.
Bazi.
I just want to strike with a heavy hammer, leaving everyone speechless.
"I'm so tired. I don't want to play anymore." Nezha clapped his hands, stood up, and rubbed his dizzy forehead.
In the silence of everyone, Nezha patted his butt, walked down the bluestone, walked out of the Linghuai barrier, and walked to Li Changan.
“…”
Li Changan stared at Nezha with wide eyes and unhappily.
"I've always taught you to keep a low profile, but look at yourself, what have you done?" Li Changan ruffled Nezha's hair. "You bastard, you're always causing trouble for me."
Didn't you see the murderous look on Zong Yao and Zong Ye's faces? Not only did they try to show off, but they also tried to slap others in the face. With just those two pieces of garlic, even if they could land a single piece on the Daoyun chessboard, their ancestors would be in great trouble.
"Big Brother, how many moves can you make on it?"
Ga!
Li Changan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and found that everyone outside the Linghuai barrier had their eyes wide open and their faces were filled with fiery expressions.
Damn, aren't the protagonists the brothers from the Zong family? Are you looking at me with a broken heart?
Li Changan grabbed Nezha and told her to shut up.
Mingyue, standing aside, smiled gracefully, "Young Master, your deity is rare in the world. The Nine Peaks of Taixuan have been even more noble and dignified for a hundred years. I believe your Dao rhyme is far greater than ours. Would you like to show us your skills?"
Li Changan bared his teeth and wanted to curse.
There’s nothing wrong with entering the Linghuai barrier, and there’s nothing to be afraid of when making moves on the Daoyun chessboard, but didn’t you see that the two brothers of the Zong family were about to split apart on the spot?
Bringing Zong Ting into the Linghuai barrier has already made these two people hate me. If I jump up and slap them in the face, won’t they shout and threaten to dig up my Li family’s ancestral graves?
Mingyue seemed to know what Li Changan was thinking. She came over and giggled, "Don't worry. Zong Yao and Zong Ye have already remembered you. Even if you leave the Sword Tomb now, it won't resolve the grudge between you two."
Li Changan turned his head and saw the two young masters of the Zong family, glaring at him with gritted teeth, with murderous intent in their eyes.
Damn it, I really want to smash Nezha’s butt.
"Hehehe, goodbye!"
Li Changan bowed, turned around and left.
At this moment, the old voice that had been silent for a long time suddenly sounded, "Little girl, are you a disciple of Chaoyang City?"
Nezha turned around and shook his head with a silly look on his face, "No."
The old voice paused, then suddenly rang out again, "It doesn't matter if it's not. Zong Baiye is about to undergo a tribulation, and his life or death is uncertain. Are you willing to be the lord of my Chaoyang Ancient City?"
“…”
Everyone was stunned, even Li Changan froze in place.
I got into trouble and was targeted by this old witch.
On the bluestone, Zong Yao, who had been in control of his wits, was extremely anxious. "Master Sword Spirit, this person is not a disciple of Chaoyang. You cannot hand over the inheritance rights of the Chaoyang City Lord to an outsider!"
Zong Ye was also anxious. "Master Sword Soul, I am a descendant of the Zong family. I came here to ask Master Sword Soul for your understanding and to allow me to inherit the throne of Chaoyang City."
The vertical pupils above the sky glanced at Zong Yao and Zong Ye, full of indifference.
"Humph, Zong Baiye is one of the rare talents I have seen in recent years, but he is obsessed with the path of ascension. Humph, how foolish and short-sighted."
Zong Yao and Zong Ye were silent as a mouse, lying on the ground and not daring to move.
"As for you, your Dao rhyme and blessings are shallow, your luck and destiny are short, but you are just two stupid wastes, yet you dare to dream of being at the top of Chaoyang."
The two brothers of the Zong family's expressions changed drastically.
"Here, only this little girl is worthy of my attention. You two, get out!"
The rumbling sound was like thunder, shaking everyone's hearts.
Many of the people surrounding outside gradually became active. According to the words of this ancient god, Zong Yao and Zong Ye had obviously lost the chance to inherit the position of city lord. So, did the third brother Zong Ting have any chance?
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