The First Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty Chapters

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Play against the sky?

Thinking of this, the smile on Zhang Ziling's mouth became stronger and stronger.

In Zhang Ziling's mind, the mist constructed by Xie Wushuang was slowly being cleared away, and the whole picture of the chess game gradually became clearer.

"You said that you checked things about Tianming and Tiandao, and Tiandao will not talk about it for the time being. What about Tianming, have you checked it out?" Zhang Ziling put the Tiandao matter aside for the time being, and asked Yang Jian again.

From Zhang Ziling's point of view, it is impossible for Heavenly Dao to not know the so-called Heavenly Court Library, which contains important information about Heavenly Dao, which Heavenly Dao could not have written in ancient books.

Therefore, Zhang Ziling also believed that Yang Jian could not find too much useful information about the Dao of Heaven.

And Tianming is only a subordinate of Tiandao, Tiandao may have neglected this point of Tianming, and let it be recorded in the ancient books of Tianting.

Zhang Ziling had a hunch that he could dig out some useful information from Tianming.

Seeing Zhang Ziling's question, Yang Jian did not hesitate, and said directly: "I have not found any direct records about the destiny, but I have checked the behavior and habits of the Buddha from the prehistoric times to the present, and found that the day the saints left, the Buddha's behavior and habits. There have been obvious changes, and many details are completely different from before."

"Then I started with the habits changed by the Buddha. I compared the behaviors and habits of the saints recorded in the Great Desolate Period, and found that a saint who had disappeared was very similar to the habits of the Buddha, the destiny."

Yang Jian said these words, Zhang Ziling's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly asked, "Who is it?"

"Wu Tian Mo Luo." Yang Jian replied without hesitation, "He was the devil who ravaged the Quartet during the prehistoric period. He likes to play with the fate of mortals the most, and his popularity among the saints is very bad."

"Wu Tian Mo Luo." Hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhang Ziling frowned slightly. He had never heard of such a No. 1 character in the prehistoric period. He was obviously a minor character.

"Is there anything special about him?" Zhang Zilingguang couldn't infer anything from a name, so he continued to ask Yang Jian.

"Wutian Moruo is one of the three thousand demon gods when the chaos first opened. He was born a saint, but his strength is considered the lowest among saints, and he did not do anything major in the floods, but he has a lot of power among the mortal beings. Loud notoriety."

"However, Wutian Moruo finally disappeared out of thin air on the earth,

After that, it was completely blank, and there was no record in the ancient books of Heavenly Court. "

"The time when he disappeared is the time when you, the Demon Emperor, were killing the Quartet in the Great Wilderness."

"Disappeared when I appeared?" Hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhang Ziling fell into deep thought.

The time when he was dragged by Xie Wushuang to the prehistoric period happened to be the moment when Xie Emperor was seriously injured and escaped by himself in Xuanxiao Continent and came to Earth.

At that time, Wutian Moruo disappeared, and Zhang Ziling had a great connection with Xie Wushuang no matter how he looked at it.

Moreover, Wutian Moruo has a low strength among the saints, is not well-liked and has no reputation. Not many people notice it when it disappears. It is an excellent target for abduction and trafficking.

However, if Wutian Moruo was the destiny, Zhang Ziling couldn't understand why Wutian Moruo started to do things for Heaven again.

The reason for this, if Zhang Ziling hadn't personally tortured Tianming, he probably wouldn't be able to find the answer.

There are still many mysteries in this chess game, but Zhang Ziling still figured out a lot of things.

Although Xie Wushuang took hundreds of thousands of years to start the layout, he did not have absolute control over the chess game. Moreover, it seems that this game of chess is not only a game between Zhang Ziling and Xie Wushuang, but also Tiandao.

As for what kind of status Tiandao occupies, Zhang Ziling does not know for the time being.

"Earth and Heaven..." Zhang Ziling read softly, with red light flashing in his eyes, "Heaven should be ruthless, but Earth and Heaven... you seem to be a strange creature in the avenue."

"What's the secret behind this?"

Zhang Ziling was thinking, but Yang Jian didn't dare to speak, so he just stood there quietly.

Although Yang Jian discovered the situation between the Evil Emperor and Tian Daobuo, but with Yang Jian's vision and cultivation base, he could not see through one of them.

Obviously, after knowing that Tianming was pretending to be a Buddha, and after combing through the events recorded in the ancient books of Tianting, Yang Jian realized something he should not know.

Yang Jian didn't know what to do with him now, so he could only stay where he was, looking at Zhang Ziling.

In Yang Jian's view, only a character like the Devil Emperor can stir up the wind and rain at that level.

A chess game with saints as chess pieces, Yang Jian felt suffocated just thinking about it.

Just after Zhang Ziling and Yang Jian fell silent, Sun Wukong, who had collapsed on the ground, moved his fingers and regained consciousness.

Seeing the changes of Sun Wukong, Zhang Ziling also temporarily put aside the matter of Heavenly Dao and Destiny, and put all his attention on Sun Wukong.

Even Yang Jian couldn't help but come up, obviously caring about Sun Wukong.

The attack from Tianming just now caused Sun Wukong to suffer a heavy blow, and Zhang Ziling also needs to check it before he can rest assured.

After all, the object of Zhang Ziling's treatment was Sun Wukong.

A mythical hero like Sun Wukong accompanied Zhang Ziling for countless days and nights in his childhood. Even though Zhang Ziling's current cultivation level is far beyond that of Sun Wukong... But when Sun Wukong appeared in front of Zhang Ziling, Zhang Ziling was still very excited.

Back then, in that dilapidated house, he and Ziyou huddled together on a broken bed, covered with a quilt and flashed a flashlight, flipping through the scene from the Journey to the West booklet borrowed from Cheng Huang...

vividly.

Looking at the face of Sun Wukong, Zhang Ziling also had infinite nostalgia in his heart.

"This is?"

Sun Wukong slowly opened his eyes and saw the faces of Zhang Ziling and Yang Jian, a pair of clear eyes full of doubts.

The wishful golden hoop rod rushed over at this moment and kept rubbing against Sun Wukong's face. It was very excited when he saw Sun Wukong wake up.

"Golden hoop?" Sun Wukong sat up, seeing the golden hoop sticking to him, he couldn't help but laugh.

Now Sun Wukong's mind is still in chaos, and he doesn't understand what happened.

In Sun Wukong's memory, he is already dead, but now...

Sun Wukong couldn't believe that he could still survive after his soul was completely destroyed.

"Just wake up..." Zhang Ziling also stood up after seeing that Sun Wukong was all right, and smiled lightly.

Rescue Sun Wukong, but also fulfill Zhang Ziling's wish.

"The Devil..."

Sun Wukong looked at Zhang Ziling's figure, quickly stood up under the support of the golden hoop, bowed to Zhang Ziling and said, "It is difficult to repay the kindness of life-saving."

"From now on, wherever you point your sword, that's where my old grandson Jin Hoop sticks!"

As soon as Sun Wukong said these words, Yang Jian's body suddenly shook.

The Great Sage is... following the Devil Emperor?