Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 937: Missing a Breaking Piece

The clouds are lingering and time is long.

Mu Qingxue didn't understand chess, let alone Hongya's chess game, but she was very smart and she could see the flaws in Hongya's chess game the first time she saw it.

"Senior, why does this chess game feel strange to me? There are chess pieces all around, but why is there no chess piece in the middle?"

The old fortune-teller's expression changed slightly. He looked up at Mu Qingxue and just stared at her quietly for a long time.

Mu Qingxue felt a little embarrassed, her face flushed!

"Senior, I'm sorry, I don't understand chess, I'm just talking nonsense!"

The old fortune teller withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly.

"You may not understand the chess game within this pavilion, but you do understand the world's situation, young lady. This is our fourth meeting, isn't it? Our first meeting was on the shores of the East China Sea, the second was on the edge of the Ancient Miao Territory, and the third was in the depths of the Northern Abyss. I've rarely misjudged people in my life, but I really misjudged you. Are you from outside the realm?"

Mu Qingxue smiled indifferently!

"Senior, I will never change my name, nor my surname, and I will never forget my roots. I am Mu Qingxue, the eldest daughter of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect!"

The old fortune-teller was slightly startled. He first glanced at the chessboard, then at Mu Qingxue, then turned his head to look in the direction of the Ji family outside the pavilion, and whispered softly:

"The Ji family is foolish! The one who should be killed in Jianying City is not the people from the Dark Realm, but you!"

Mu Qingxue burst into laughter when she heard this.

"Senior, are you kidding me? You can't say such things. I've been chased all the way!"

The old fortune teller frowned slightly, looked at the little Taoist boy, and asked doubtfully:

"Is that what you meant? Darkness beneath the lamp—wonderful! Living in seclusion in the deep valley, one truly understands the hearts of the people. Your cultivation has advanced further. Congratulations!"

The little Taoist boy turned to look at the fortune-teller and responded coldly:

"Are we familiar with each other? We've only met twice!"

The little Taoist boy showed no mercy and turned to look outside the pavilion. After a moment, he whispered:

"Girl, is that the one who broke the situation?"

Mu Qingxue turned her head to look outside the pavilion. Near the endless abyss, a man came, a one-eyed man!

"Little brat, what are you trying to do? What do you think?"

"Break this sword-facing situation!"

"How would I know? What does it have to do with us?"

The old fortune teller also spoke up at this time!

"Girl, do you think that person could be the missing piece on the chessboard?"

Mu Qingxue finally realized that everything in and out of this building was a chess game. After thinking for a long time, she responded:

"He is not!"

Mu Qingxue's tone was very certain.

“How come you see?”

"Senior, only when the center of the chessboard is empty can the person who comes here be the one who breaks the game. There are still three people standing in the middle!"

The old fortune-teller stood up, walked to the railing and looked outside the pavilion. He was looking at the one-eyed man who had just arrived. He was Murong Lunbo, the head of the Murong family in Youzhou.

After a moment, the fortune-teller sighed and said:

"You truly see through the world's situation! Thousands of years have passed, and the new round of the battle between good and evil is about to shift to a different direction!"

"Tsk, you talk like you see everything. If he's not the one who can break the game, why is he here? Tell us about it!"

The little Taoist boy also knew Murong Junbo, and he was very curious. Why did Murong Junbo appear here at this time? This was not only contrary to common sense, but also inconsistent with Murong Junbo's character!

The old fortune teller was also thinking about this problem. He was the one who should have sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight, but he chose to rush into the chaos. How strange!

The old fortune teller really couldn’t guess it for a moment!

After Murong Lunbo arrived at the Endless Abyss, he actually flew directly to help Ji Xuanyan in black.

"Senior, let me help you!"

Murong Rongbo, dressed in purple, repelled two people from the Dark Realm with one palm.

Ji Xuanyan in black was stunned for a moment. She couldn't guess what Murong Rongbo was doing for a moment.

"Thank you!"

Ji Xuanyan in black thanked him and left.

Ji Xuanyan in black attacked again to deal with the two people from the Dark Realm who intercepted the Demon-Slaying Lingling Leader.

"Senior, please make a quick decision. Something is not right!"

Ji Xuanyan in black felt a little uneasy, but it was only fleeting. She was worried about the Ji family. Such a big thing had happened in Jianying Holy City, but the rest of the Ji family had not shown up yet.

The Demon-Slaying Feather Head did not respond and went straight to King Wuyou. He certainly knew that a quick battle was necessary. They were all exhausted now, after all, they had killed so many people from the Dark Realm.

The two people beside King Wuyou flew towards the Demon-Slaying Feather Head, but were stopped by another person, Ji Linghai, the old man of the Ji family who came on the cloud.

"Don't tarnish the reputation of the Ji family!"

Ji Linghai seemed to have a lot of opinions about the Demon-Slaying Lingling.

The Demon-Slaying Feather Head still did not respond and flew straight towards King Wuyou.

When King Wuyou left the center of the endless abyss, the old fortune-teller and the little Taoist boy both trembled slightly. They turned around and saw Mu Qingxue at the same time. It seemed that everything Mu Qingxue had said was true.

The old fortune-teller was waiting for someone beside the endless abyss, waiting for someone who could break the impasse. Of course, he didn't know who it would be, but he had a feeling in his heart that the person who could break the impasse would be Shen Yichen.

Mu Qingxue did not notice anything unusual about the old fortune-teller and the little Taoist boy because she was looking at the Liyuan Sword on the table.

"Senior, why do I feel like this is the sword of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect?"

Mu Qingxue picked up the sword and wanted to pull it out to see, but she couldn't pull it out.

There are two portraits of long swords in the ancestral temple of the Wanmo Sect. The hilt of the Liyuan Sword looks like the hilt in one of the paintings.

"Girl, how can a sword that you can't even pull out belong to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect?"

The old fortune-teller did not admit it, but he knew that the Liyuan Sword did belong to the Wanmo Sect, but its true origin was the Ming Realm.

"My uncle didn't come, otherwise, he would definitely recognize it! I think this is really the sword of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect!"

Mu Qingxue used her internal energy and tried to draw out the sword again, but it still had no effect and the sword didn't move at all.

"That doesn't belong to you, put it down, it's my girl's sword!"

Mu Qingxue glanced at the girl lying on her stomach and sleeping, then reluctantly placed her sword back next to the chessboard.

Mu Qingxue stood up and walked to the railing, looking at the endless abyss, and asked softly:

"Is this the gate to another world?"

Mu Qingxue didn't feel anything. She was as calm as if the life-and-death struggle outside the pavilion had nothing to do with her.

The old fortune teller asked a very strange question at this time!

"Girl, do you think they should be killed?"

"Those who died tragically in Jianying Holy City, if it was caused by people from other worlds, then they should be killed. As cultivators, we can distinguish between good and evil, but we cannot violate the code of conduct upheld by the cultivation world!"

The little Taoist boy frowned when he heard this and retorted:

"Girl, your idea is wrong. The people of the Ji family and Xuantian Sect killed the people of the Night Realm not for good or evil, but to protect this world!"

The old fortune-teller looked at Mu Qingxue with admiration and said calmly:

"Girl, in your eyes, are the people of the Dark Realm and us just divided into good and evil?"

"Of course not. I think it's because different worlds follow different codes of conduct. In other words, the way the world operates is different, and it's not the same as the battle between good and evil!"

Mu Qingxue was just talking nonsense, but this was also her understanding and experience gained from twenty years of wandering around the world.

The old fortune-teller remained silent for a long time, quietly looking at Mu Qingxue's side profile, sighing inwardly:

"Mu Niansheng has a wonderful daughter. This is a blessing for the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, for the world, and perhaps for the Dark Realm as well!"

Suddenly, the little Taoist boy pulled Mu Qingxue out of the nameless pavilion, turned around and said in surprise:

"You just had murderous intentions!"

Mu Qingxue was a little dazed, but at this moment she could sense the battle outside the pavilion. True essence, sword energy, and strange aura were madly eroding the protective light outside the little Taoist boy's body.

"Little brat, what's going on? Why can't I sense this huge power in the pavilion?"

As soon as Mu Qingxue finished speaking, several storms swept in, destroying everything with overwhelming force.

The little Taoist boy hesitated for a moment and flew into the nameless pavilion again. He knew that there was a formation outside the pavilion, which must have been set up by the old fortune-teller.

The little Taoist boy's true energy surged throughout his body. He protected Mu Qingxue and looked at the old fortune-teller warily.

"I do want to kill you. She is not the heir of Liangyi Palace you are looking for!"

When the little Taoist boy heard this, his expression changed drastically. He dodged and struck the fortune-teller with a palm!

"Who are you? How do you know the name of Liangyi Palace?"

The little Taoist boy's palm hit the fortune-teller, but the fortune-teller was not injured.

Mu Qingxue and the little Taoist boy were both stunned.

"Watch out! Behind you!"

Mu Qingxue screamed in surprise. Before the fortune-teller under the little Taoist boy's palm had disappeared, another fortune-teller appeared behind the little Taoist boy.

A white palm shadow was imprinted on the back of the little Taoist boy.

With a "puff", blood gushed out of the little Taoist boy and his aura quickly weakened.

Mu Qingxue used the Soul-Separating Shadow Step to lead the little Taoist boy away from the nameless pavilion.

"How did this girl learn the Soul-Separating Shadow Step?"

A look of shock appeared on the calm face of the old fortune teller!

The little Taoist boy said weakly in Mu Qingxue's arms:

"Sumeru Secret Technique, he, he is from the Dark Realm!"