The Second Confucian Patriarch did not show any pretense or excuses, he sat there with peace of mind and accepted Zhang Ruochen's bow.

His right arm is rounded and his long sleeves are flowing.

"Wow!"

Densely packed characters appeared in the sky and earth around him, spraying out rays of light, which seemed to be more mysterious than the movement of stars in the universe.

He said: "How does Di Chen view the state of the ancestor?"

Zhang Ruochen sat back in his seat, regained his imperial bearing, observed the chaotic space structure around the Second Confucian Ancestor's body because of those ancestor characters, and said: "It's unfathomable! Everyone in the world thinks that this emperor's combat power is not inferior to that of the ancestor. Only

I myself know that I have no chance of winning against the First Ancestor."

The Second Confucian Patriarch looked surprised and said, "Why is Di Chen belittling himself so much? Is this a deliberate show of weakness?"

"Confucian Ancestor is preparing to test the emperor's strength?"

Zhang Ruochen had an elegant demeanor and was calm and unhurried, saying: "Although I know that I have no chance of winning when facing the ancestor. But I am also sure that I will exchange life and death with the ancestor."

Anyone can feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, and the air pressure in the space increases tenfold.

Burial gold patterns appeared under Chi Yao's feet, spreading out, ready to deal with the aftermath of the ancestor-level confrontation at any time.

The Second Confucian Patriarch looked carefully into Zhang Ruochen's eyes and made sure that his words were sincere, so he laughed and said, "I understand, you haven't completed the seventy-two-story pagoda yet."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp and he said: "Confucian ancestors have such confidence in the seventy-two-story pagoda?"

The Second Confucian Ancestor said slowly: "It is a heavy weapon that has been refined and refined over thousands of times using the methods of the Human Ancestor, the Sword Ancestor, the Underworld Ancestor, the Great Lord, and the Heavenly Demon. It is unparalleled in the world and its power is unimaginable."

"By borrowing the Victory Crown, Di Chen can take over the Ancestral Talisman of the Corpse Demon. Then by borrowing the seventy-two-story tower, he can definitely defeat the Ancestral Talisman, stand proudly in the sky, and point his sword at all enemies."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Since Confucian Ancestor knows that with the power of the Human Ancestor, the Sword Ancestor, the Underworld Ancestor, the Great Lord, and the Heavenly Demon, they can each cast only one step of the seventy-two-story tower. You should understand that the ability to cast a complete seventy-two-story tower

The difficulty of the tower is beyond what I, a monk who has not yet entered the Ancestral Realm, can accomplish."

Zhang Ruochen didn't lie about this.

There is no need to lie in front of the ancestor of spiritual power. The other party has many means to distinguish, calculate and verify the truth and falsehood.

Integrating the Sword Pavilion, Netherworld Dungeon, Netherworld Purgatory, and Hell Gate is too difficult. It is equivalent to merging the ways of the five ancestors, which is not something that monks under the ancestors can do.

The original fifty-four-story tower was simply spliced ​​together by the owner of the God of Death Island, and was not fully integrated.

The Second Confucian Patriarch said solemnly: "Entropy has occurred, and we don't have much time left! Can Di Chen trust me for once and let me help you to complete the seventy-two-story tower?"

Zhang Ruochen did not immediately agree or refuse, but asked: "With the cultivation of Confucian ancestors, can you master the seventy-two-story tower and be invincible in the world?"

"In other eras, the ancestors could command the gods and determine the rise and fall of the universe with a single word, and were the absolute masters. But in this era...the entanglement of cause and effect in the past, the layout of the immortals, and the obsession of the remaining souls of the ancestors,...

Everything is brought together. Who dares to call himself invincible?"

The Second Confucian Ancestor smiled, already understanding Zhang Ruochen's concerns, and stopped mentioning the seventy-two-story tower.

He suddenly asked: "What does Di Chen think of this game?"

Zhang Ruochen lowered his head and looked at the chess table.

On the three-foot-square chess table, black and white pieces are intertwined, which seems to represent light and darkness, strangulating each other.

Bai Zi is so dazzling, full of divine brilliance.

Sunspots are like black holes in the universe, swallowing up all matter and souls.

"Huh!"

Zhang Ruochen discovered that a straight ravine appeared under his feet, extending to the end of the world. The mountains on both sides of the ravine, one black and one white, were crystal clear.

Only then did Zhang Ruochen realize that his spiritual consciousness was pulled into the chess game and trapped in the formation that the Second Confucian Patriarch had already arranged.

Chi Yao discovered that the brilliance of the crescent moon and stars in the night sky were all projected onto the chess table, and then spread, making the entire Zhenlu Island shrouded in starry fog.

Zhang Ruochen seemed to be in some kind of lost state, motionless, like a stone withered.

The second Confucian Patriarch stood up, hid his hands in his sleeves, put them on his chest, and walked towards the direction where they were.

"Whoosh!"

The sword is unsheathed.

Chi Kongle stood proudly with his sword in hand, resisting the aura of the ancestor that was coming towards him. His eyes were sharp and without the slightest fear, he said: "What did you do to my father?"

"A star-and-moon spiritual chess array will temper the soul, exercise the spirit, and test the will. You don't have to be nervous. You must have confidence in Di Chen."

The Second Confucian Patriarch looked at it carefully for a moment and said with a smile: "The tiger father has no dog daughter. Girl, if you dare to draw the sword against the ancestor, your future achievements will be extraordinary. Are you willing to join me?"

What an honor it is to become a disciple of the ancestor?

Even all the heavens will envy you.

Not far away, above Chi Yao's head, a layer of heavenly world appeared, covering the starry sky. The nine-color Chaos Divine Flower burst out and converged on the Blood-Drying Sword.

The sword was filled with blood and slashed towards the chess table ten steps away.

"Boom!"

But it's like an endless abyss. Any force that comes close to it will be completely absorbed by the formation without making any waves.

Seeing this scene, Chi Kongle immediately rushed over with his sword in hand. No matter what, his father must be rescued first.

As for becoming a disciple of the Second Confucian Patriarch, it was something I had never thought about.

The Second Confucian Patriarch smiled, didn't care, stopped mentioning the matter of accepting disciples, hummed an unknown song, walked straight down Duotou Cliff, and disappeared into the gorgeous star mist.

…

Seven days later.

The sun is shining and the heat is unbearable.

More and more gods are gathering on Guillotine Cliff.

Including Wentian Jun, Dragon Lord, Thousand Bones Empress, Xu Kun War God, Five Dragon God Emperor..., except for those who are in retreat, almost all the top experts in the sword world are here.

As a gust of sea breeze blew by, Zhang Ruochen, who was sitting quietly beside the chess table, let out a sigh: "The ancestor is really powerful. He just arranged a formation at will and trapped me for seven days."

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, looked at the blazing sun in the sky, and said, "And he only did it when the scorching sun was in the sky, the stars and the moon were receding, and the power of the formation was at its weakest."

He was not at all depressed. Being able to fight with the ancestor was already a symbol of absolute strength.

Once upon a time, the ancestors were transcendent beings like myths and legends.

The more you fight with the ancestor, the more you will understand about the ancestor, and you will be able to know how to deal with it in the future.

is a good thing!

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, and his divine power rippled out.

Suddenly, within ten steps of the chess table, all the order and formation inscriptions left by the Second Confucian Patriarch disappeared.

The gods present can finally get closer.

Wentianjun walked to the chess table first and observed the chess game. He seemed still in disbelief and said, "Is he really so strong that he can trap you for seven days with just one game of chess?"

"His true strength will only be higher than we imagined. Our ancestor, who knows how much of his cultivation he has used?"

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Did he take away the seventy-two-story tower?"

Seven days have passed, and a lot of things must have happened.

Wentianjun shook his head and said: "He entered the seventy-two-story tower, but walked out of the tower half an hour later. He said that with his spiritual power, it would take at least 60,000 years to complete it.

The seventy-two-story tower was completely fused successfully."

"It's something that was expected." Zhang Ruochen said.

The Five Dragon God Emperor stepped on the colorful clouds, and the golden dragon's light and shadow loomed behind him, and said: "I still haven't figured it out yet. Even if it takes 60,000 years, it is only 60,000 years. Why doesn't he just take away the seventy-two

A layered tower? In 60,000 years, won’t he be invincible in the world?”

Chi Yao stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the wind, and said: "Because no one wants the seventy-two-story tower to be cast. To be precise, no one wants the seventy-two-story tower to be cast in the hands of other monks."

"Once the Second Confucian Patriarch takes away the seventy-two-story pagoda, it will immediately become lost to everyone."

"The Corpse Demon, the Hongmeng Black Dragon, the Dark Lord, and of course us, will all regard him as the greatest enemy. They will rush to destroy the Eternal Heaven and surround and kill him before the seventy-two-story tower is successfully forged.

"

"Sixty thousand years is too long, he can't keep it that long."

"If it had only taken sixty years, he might have taken it away!"

Zhang Ruochen looked around, his heart moved, and he said with an irresistible command tone: "I have nothing to do with you, everyone, please retreat!"

Wherever he looked, Zhang Ruochen saw the figures of Mu Lingxi, Ling Feiyu, Bai Qing'er and other women, but he just glanced past them without stopping.

When I looked a second time, they had already left.

Zhang Ruochen felt bitter in his heart, knowing that he was sorry for their concern and indifference to him, which was really hurtful and sad.

On the Duantou Cliff, only Chi Yao is left.

Chi Yao said: "The Second Confucian Ancestor took away Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Luo Shuihan. They are very powerful and no one can stop them."
To be continued...