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"Crack!"

"Snap! Snap!"

In the hall, there was no other sound except the sounds of Emperor Xi and Yang Jing making their moves.

Gradually, Yang Jing's moves became faster and faster.

On the contrary, Emperor Xi's speed in making moves was getting slower and slower.

"call!"

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Emperor Xi was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat the size of beans appearing on his forehead.

As the chess moves of both sides became clearer, Emperor Xi was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Crack!"

As Yang Jing placed his piece, one of Xi Huang's black pieces was surrounded.

Capture the piece.

As a black piece was eaten, a piece of flesh fell from Emperor Xi's face.

"Crack!"

"Snap! Snap!"

The battle on the chessboard was fierce, and Emperor Xi was defeated step by step. Every time a chess piece was eaten, a piece of flesh and blood would fall off his body, or a finger would be broken off.

In about the time it took to stick up an incense stick, nearly half of Emperor Xi's flesh and blood fell off his body, his left arm disappeared, and his lower body was nowhere to be seen.

"Tao" Xihuang's voice was bitter.

Before Emperor Xi could finish his words, Yang Jing corrected him, "It's Yang Jing."

Emperor Xi had no choice but to change the topic and ask, "Daoist Yang Jing, do you really have to kill them all?"

Yang Jing placed a piece slowly and captured another black piece on the board. Large pieces of flesh and blood fell off Xi Huang's chest again.

"It's not about killing you all, it's about helping you get rid of your enemies!" Yang Jing said with a smile.

If one wants to transform into a spirit and reincarnate, one must give up everything that makes one a living being.

Only a part of the soul is left, which is reincarnated and transformed into a human body.

At the beginning, Daozu voluntarily gave up his military service.

Now, it is clear that Emperor Xi is unwilling to dissolve himself, so Yang Jing can only help him dissolve.

Playing chess is a literary fight. Every time a chess piece of Emperor Xi is eaten, a piece of flesh and blood will be lost.

Until all the flesh and blood falls off and only the soul remains, then it is considered a successful liberation.

Of course, Emperor Xi is not a complete innate creature, he can only be considered half an innate creature.

His Yuan Ling was insufficient, only half of it.

However, none of this matters.

Yang Jing had already made preparations. He brought the Taoist fruit of the Buddha, which was just enough to help Emperor Xi, replenish his primordial spirit, and help him reincarnate as a human.

Hearing that Yang Jing still sounded like he was helping him, Emperor Xi also became angry!

Even a clay figure can have some temper, let alone Emperor Xi.

Help others?

At least the person being helped has to be willing, right?
Emperor Xi thought to himself, I need your help!
"Fellow Daoist Yang Jing, helping someone to reincarnate depends on their willingness, right?"

"It's not good to force it like this, right?" Emperor Xi said with anger in his tone.

Yang Jing shook his head and said, "No, it doesn't matter whether you are willing or not. I am willing to help you, that's enough."

Yang Jing is now unmoved. No matter what Emperor Xi says, he is determined to help Emperor Xi break free from his siege and reincarnate.

At this time, Emperor Xi finally panicked.

On the chessboard, the black pieces have been completely routed. If the game continues, he will be forced to die in less than a cup of tea.

At this time, Emperor Xi regretted that he had agreed to play chess with Yang Jing to decide the outcome.

Unfortunately, there are all kinds of medicines in this world, but there is no medicine for regret.

At the beginning, if Emperor Xi took action directly, he would not be a match for Yang Jing.

However, with the help of the formation in the Wahuang Palace and the strength of the disciples in the Wahuang Palace, Yang Jing could be delayed for a while.

After all, Yang Jing is no longer the Dao Ancestor he once was, and he has not yet recovered his first-level strength.

Even though Yang Jing was stronger than Emperor Xi, his strength was limited. However, because Emperor Xi was afraid of the former Taoist ancestor, he agreed to play chess with Yang Jing.

In this way, Yang Jing was like boiling a frog in warm water and cutting the meat with a blunt knife.

At this time, Emperor Xi, who had been forced to surrender most of his troops, was too late even if he wanted to resist.

Emperor Xi knew that this game of chess could not continue!

He wanted to tell Queen Nuwa about the situation here.

He wants to run!
"Dangdang!"

Emperor Xi overturned the chessboard, then quickly turned around and left.

Seeing that Emperor Xi wanted to run away, Yang Jing was not panicked at all. He slowly said, "You can't leave until the game is over."

As Yang Jing finished speaking, Emperor Xi quickly retreated and was forced to sit back in his seat.

Immediately afterwards, the overturned chessboard returned to its place and the chess pieces returned to the state they were in before being overturned.

"If you lose the bet, you must accept the consequences and don't cheat!" Yang Jing looked at Emperor Xi with a flat tone.

Emperor Xi was controlled by Yang Jing, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't get off, I won't get off!"

However, Xihuang's resistance was in vain.

This game of chess seems to contain the power of rules similar to that in the Guixu Arena formation.

Ever since Emperor Xi agreed to play chess with Daozu, he has been trapped in this rule and cannot resist.

Emperor Xi discovered that he could not control his body or his consciousness.

His consciousness was controlling the chess pieces and continuing the game.

"Clap."

"Clap, clap."

As the chess pieces fell one by one, Xihuang's black pieces continued to be eaten, and there were fewer and fewer black pieces on the board.

At the same time, the flesh and blood on Emperor Xi's body became less and less.

After a cup of tea, Emperor Xi, who was sitting in front of Yang Jing, had turned into a skeleton.

"Clap."

As Yang Jing dropped his last son, Emperor Xi was completely defeated.

"Oh!"

The skeleton sitting opposite Yang Jing exploded completely, turning into a cloud of flying bone powder.

As the bone powder fluttered, one could vaguely see an almost unreal figure standing opposite Yang Jing.

This figure is the Yuanling of Emperor Xi.

To be precise, this is half of Emperor Xi's soul.

This kind of spirit is very similar to the soul, but it is also different.

The structure of the Yuan Ling is much simpler than that of the Soul.

There is a lack of cause and effect, and a lack of the seven emotions and six desires.
And it just so happens that the Buddha's fruit of the Tao can make up for these very well.

"Daoyou, I'm helping you!"

"Maybe you will blame me now, but one day, you will understand my good intentions." Yang Jing said, taking out the Buddha's Tao Fruit that he had prepared in advance.

In Yang Jing's opinion, in the entire void, only Emperor Xi is worth helping and lending a hand.

He knew Nuwa, Demon Lord, and Buddha Xihuang very well.

Emperor Xi is not yet beyond redemption.

If it was the Demon Lord, Yang Jing would only give him three words.

That is, destruction.

Facing Yang Jing's mumbling, the illusory figure sitting in front of him had a dazed expression.

This is because Emperor Xi’s soul was half, and after leaving his body, he entered a state of confusion.

At this time, Emperor Xi's soul actually had no consciousness at all.

At this time, if Wahuang came back and helped Xihuang to rebuild a body and put his soul back, Xihuang could still be awakened.

Unfortunately, Wahuang fell into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain, and was led to the Buddha by the fake Shizun Daoguo. This meant that she was doomed to be too late to save Xihuang.

After Emperor Xi was forced to surrender, everything was set in stone. (End of this chapter)