Wu Yao turned around and saw a familiar face.

He pulled the corner of his lips and said with a smile:

"Oh, why did the Eleven Gods come?"

He glanced outside the Heavenly Gate.

No one has come up now.

The Tianmen has been opened for a year, and those who can come up have already come up, so I will wait until this time.

Qiutong looked at him coldly.

"I should ask you this. What do you want to do when you come here every day for the past few months?"

He noticed that Wu Yao has been doing this for a day or two.

If you don’t go to practice or go to other places, it seems like you’re staying here to die.

At first, Qiutong was worried that he wanted to do something, but after watching for a while, he found that Wu Yao really did nothing.

He just stood here, looking at the Tianmen, and saw that it took him a whole day, or even several days.

This Tianmen has been like this for thousands of years, so what's so good about it?

Qiutong was not happy about this, but Wu Yao never did anything out of the ordinary, so he couldn't blame him too much.

But now it's different.

Wu Yao was questioned and looked innocent.

"I...I'm just here...in a daze? Isn't this okay?"

Qiutong frowned.

This answer obviously has no sincerity.

He stepped forward and said coldly:

“From today, no.”

With three days left, the Tianmen is about to be closed. People like Wu Yao naturally cannot stay here anymore.

He came today for this.

Wu Yao: "...it doesn't work if you just look here?"

"no."

"Then I'll stand a little further?"

Qiutong's expression became colder.

Wu Yao was not that winkless, and raised his hand immediately:

"Okay, okay, I'll leave."

He didn't want to fight with this messenger.

Not worth it or not.

As he said that, he finally lifted his legs and left.

Behind him, Qiu Tong's eyes were always stuck to his body, sharp and cold.

Wu Yao sneered in his heart, rubbed his fists, and shrugged his shoulders and left.

It was not until Wu Yao's figure completely disappeared from sight that Qiu Tong's expression calmed down a little.

He came to the Tianmen and looked outside.

A silver bridge stretched across and spread all the way to the dark and treacherous sea area.

The water waves are surging, cold and humid.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood, which spread with the wind.

Qiu Tong's eyebrows twisted.

It has been a long time since Xiyan and Jiulong were punished to enter the Sea of ​​Phantom Gods last time.

But until now, they have not come back.

The First God Envoy had no intention of letting go.

There are only three days left, should we continue to wait?

He shook his head.

......

In the room.

On the chessboard, black and red gold chess pieces were fighting fiercely.

Most of the chessboards have been filled.

Chu Liuyue let out a sigh of relief.

This is really not easy.

Every stream of light and every chess piece above contain extremely amazing power.

Every time she leaves one more son, she has to withstand extremely severe and even terrifying strangulation of power!

Until now, the chess game has not been completed, and the power in her body has almost been exhausted.

Almost... I can't hold on anymore.

Even her hand holding the chess piece was trembling slightly.

But the man opposite didn't say a word, but his eyes were deep, which made it elusive to understand what he was thinking at this moment.

Chu Liuyue thought for a long time and finally chose a position and raised her hand to drop a son.

Bang-sneer!

As soon as the red and golden chess piece fell, it was quickly and crazily torn apart by the terrifying power around it!

In an instant, the chess piece shattered, Chu Liuyue's body was shaken, and red blood slowly spilled out of the corners of her mouth!

She supported the table with one hand, her face was extremely pale and her whole body was trembling slightly.

If that weren't the case, she might have fallen.

The hands in Rong Xiu's sleeves slowly tightened, and a series of green veins appeared clearly on the back of his hand.

Then he said:

"continue."

The voice is cold and low.

Chu Liuyue slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips, and tried her best to mobilize the strength in her body, and poured it into her fingertips!

Her movements were really slow.

If anyone else is here at this time, he will definitely see that Chu Liuyue has reached her limit at this time.

She was almost unable to lift her hands.

But Rong Xiu did not move.

He just sat quietly across from the other side, waiting patiently.

Chu Liuyue gritted her teeth and finally lost another son!

Zheng!

A piano sound suddenly sounded from her body!

Chu Liuyue's eyebrows moved, and then she felt a wave coming from the Qiankun Ring in her hand!

That's...

The stones brought back from the God-killing Tomb are restless!

Her heart was shocked and her eyes widened slightly.

Bang.

Rong Xiu on the opposite side has already left another son!

Chu Liuyue raised her eyes and looked up when she heard the sound, her pupils shrank slightly.

That dark spot almost forced her into the Jedi and had no choice but to retreat!

Another piano sounded!

Chu Liuyue suddenly realized something: this is not the first two piano scores!

This is the last piano score!

She raised her eyes suddenly and looked at Rong Xiu!
To be continued...