National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

However, twelve flags fluttered in the chaos, and the dim name of the demon god on the flags suddenly burst out with a blood-red light, breaking up the black light column and merging with the surrounding demonic black fog.

The black-robed leader suddenly bit his fingertips and drew a talisman in the air. The originally floating black mist of demons was sucked into the flags like a whale, and condensed into the three-headed and six-armed shadow of Chi You in front of the golden-armored general formation.

"Three hundred years ago, you used the Soul-Summoning Banner to lock up my master's soul..." He slipped a half-broken bronze halberd from his sleeve, and the sparks from the halberd's tip ignited the entire sky. "Today, I will use this Soul-Devouring Formation. Please share the cause and effect!"

The golden-armored general's cloud-mounted carriage suddenly shook violently, and the surface of the magic mirror was covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The leader hurriedly made hand gestures, but behind him came a tooth-aching chewing sound—the phantom of Chi You was hugging a golden-armored guard and feasting on him, the shredded immortal armor falling like icing sugar.

"Not good, retreat!" Seeing this, the leading general shouted in horror, causing thirty-six shadows to retreat in a hurry, but they were entangled in the flag net of the black-robed leader and could not escape.

At this moment, the sound of bells coming from the direction of Kunlun Mountain resonated with the vibration of the twelve flags.

The distant sound of the bells was like waves crashing against the shore, and the demon god's true name engraved on the flag shone with blood. Amidst the ripples created by the collision of the two forces, another gentle aura that was familiar to Qi Mo quietly seeped in.

Qi Mo's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and his restless divine nature was soothed. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and with his backhand, he thrust the Qingwei Sword into the bluestone slab.

“Buzz——”

The resounding sword shattered glazed tiles within a ten-mile radius. Sword energy raced along the earth's veins like a raging dragon, soaring into the sky. The phantom of a golden wheel in the clouds shattered, its crisp shattering sound like the sound of a jade chime echoing from the heavens.

Beneath the missing corner of the wheel, gray mist swirled and gathered, revealing the shadowy figure of Emperor Zhuanxu. This ancient powerhouse's hand, holding the chess pieces, hovered atop Mount Kunlun. The stars on the board corresponded to the spiritual energy veins of the ground, transforming the entire Kunlun Mountains into a giant chessboard of predestined space.

The clone of the Lord of Light then turned his gaze to Qi Mo, and the aura under the bronze mask suddenly became cold.

He stared intently at the looming Emperor figure surrounding the young man, his voice twisted like rusted gears: "You... How could you be him!" A sharp whistle tore through the air, shaking the surrounding tiles to pieces. "That old fellow should have been shattered thirty thousand years ago!"

But at this moment, the star tracks in Qi Mo's pupils rotated, and he finally saw clearly that those spiritual energy veins running through the Nine Heavens were exactly the 713 incomplete scores that Emperor Zhuanxu had repeatedly deduced in the destined space.

Every mountain range and every spiritual vein node is a key move in the chess game.

At this moment, a majestic imperial power poured down from the void. Emperor Zhuanxu's divine power, like a golden torrent, poured into Qi Mo's godhead.

The Light Lord's clone trembled violently, but suddenly burst into a manic laughter, and with a wave of his sleeve, he swept away the immortal swords of the thirty-six golden-armored generals. In an instant, the sword lights intertwined into a net that covered the sky and the earth, directly slicing a huge gap in the void!

From the cracks in space ripped apart by the sword energy, three Kui cattle with bony wings on their backs emerged. This ferocious beast, supposedly extinct in ancient times, had crimson eyes, and the vertical pupils between its foreheads shone with the same faint light as the demons from outer space.

"Beware of the Kuiniu's thundering sound!" the black-robed leader roared and tore off the Heart-Confusing Bell. The flying fragments condensed into a blood-red barrier in the air. "Those holding the order, retreat quickly! This thundering sound is designed to destroy the divine nature!"

The demonic incantation on his neck pulsed wildly, and his voice carried a resolute determination to perish with all. However, the first roar of the Kui Niu was like thunder, instantly shattering the doors and windows of the entire street. Qi Mo's seven orifices oozed golden blood, yet he remained standing like a mountain.

"Remember this, old dog of light." The divine light around the young man surged, and unexpectedly became more condensed amidst the roar. "I am Qi Mo—"

He took the Yu Step, facing the deafening sound of thunder. His fingertips traced the incomplete character "墨" (ink) in the air. As the character emerged, the shadow of the Tai Chi star map slowly unfolded behind him. Sensing a familiar aura, he murmured, "Tai Chi has returned to its place. The catastrophe is set. The Gray Realm will coexist..."

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed from the peak of Kunlun Mountain. From the gap in the golden wheel split by the sword energy, a giant dragon formed from gray mist swooped down, its beard sweeping up Qi Mo and flinging him toward the center of the shattered wheel.

The black-robed leader's twelve banners wailed as they trembled violently. The banners, inscribed with the demon god's true name, sensed the aura descending from Kunlun Mountain's peak, their light flickered like a candle in the wind, eventually fading simultaneously.

He gritted his teeth and put the formation flag into the space ring. Veins bulged on his forehead. It was obvious that this battle had exhausted a lot of his spiritual power.

"Old dog of light—" Qi Mo chuckled before disappearing. His bloodstained clothes moved without a breeze, and the star map that determined the chess game was faintly visible on the cloth. "I'll take the eight hundred puppet gods you hid in Kunlun Ruins!"

Before the voice fell, the man had disappeared into the depths of the roulette wheel.

The moment the space-time rift closed, the Light Lord's clone suddenly rose up, and a beast-like roar came from under the bronze mask, "Useless things! Sacrifice them all to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his palm covered with bone spurs, with purple lightning wrapped around his fingertips, and grabbed the general in the void.

Before they could even scream, thirty-six souls transformed into golden streams and were devoured by the whale. Their clones swelled in the golden light, energy surging beneath their skin. Their wild laughter distorted the air, creating spiderweb-like cracks. "A bunch of useless trash. That's all you're good for."

And then, the Lord of Light turned and entered the void without even glancing at the black-robed leader.

The remaining black-robed leader stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as the thirty-six golden-armored generals froze in place. From the cracks in their armor, roots formed from black mist silently emerged, slithering like venomous snakes.

Then, the gods slowly opened their third eyes on their foreheads—the dark blue vertical pupils were flowing with an eerie light, exactly the same as the high-level demon before!

The black-robed leader stared blankly at his palm. He didn't know when a chess piece made of mist was lying quietly at the base of his palm, and on the black piece, a sunken word "ink" was quietly engraved.

As he subconsciously looked up at Kunlun Mountain, the entire sacred mountain gradually faded into the morning light. Wrapped in clouds and mist, the mountain's outline gradually became transparent, as if an invisible hand was gently wiping this sacred mountain, carrying countless secrets, from the map of the Nine Heavens.

At the same time, the roulette wheel on the top of Kunlun Mountain hummed and vibrated, and a black figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the roulette wheel.

Then, a messy-haired white tiger opened its eyes, and a familiar figure appeared in its amber pupils. It swung its long tail covered in blood, and a roar burst out from its throat, rushing towards them with a strong wind.

Qi Mo remained motionless, his arms stretched out wide to meet the flying white tiger.

In the next moment, the silver-white beast shadow transformed into the appearance of a young boy, with his clothes covered with star fragments rustling, and he crashed steadily into his arms.