"One car equals five"

"Handsome five draws six"

"Five into one"

"Six soldiers draw seven"

…

In the ancient pavilion and outside the chessboard, the chess demon and the evil man gradually lost their previous ease, and their moving speed was not as mindless as before. Every step they took had to be thought about for a long time.

The chess pieces on the chessboard also seemed sparse, with only a few chess pieces left on both sides of the red and black sides.

However, the situation has become increasingly tense and anxious. Anyone who is about to make a wrong step will be doomed.

"Five pawns advance to one, general..."

The chess demon held Ye Qing's chess piece in his hand, took a step forward, captured the opponent's army, and looked at the evil man with pride.

The evil man said calmly: "The army is a general, but it is not certain whether we will win in the end!"

Hearing this, the chess demon raised his eyebrows, and bright red blood oozed from his empty eye sockets.

If he had followed the regular chess game, he would have won at this point, but now it was not the case. Only when Ye Qing defeated the opponent's general could he truly win.

Otherwise, you still lose.

Because, if he will not kill the opponent with this move, conversely, the opponent will kill him with one move.

Inside the chessboard, Ye Qing was thinking about how to get out of the chess game and survive. Suddenly, his body uncontrollably rushed towards the enemy, a majestic man wearing rainbow goose feather armor. Behind the man was a flying dragon.

A flag with the word "handsome" embroidered on it.

"Is this the opponent's commander-in-chief? Does it correspond to the commander-in-chief in the chess game? Does it mean that as long as I kill the opponent, I am equivalent to the general, which means victory and I can leave the chess game?"

"Probably."

As Ye Qing rushed towards the opponent, various conjectures flashed through his mind. At the same time, with the blessing of mysterious power, his aura strength began to rise, and he reached the late stage of God's Cleansing.

But at this time, Ye Qing did not dare to be careless, because the person opposite him was also in the late stage of God's Purification.

But compared to him, a dabbler blessed by mysterious power, the other party is a real late-stage God-washing person.

In addition, he also knew this person, it was Zhong Ji, the person who made fun of others outside Guixu.

In front of Zhong Ji, there were corpses lying on the ground, including humans and monsters.

But without exception, these humans or monsters are not weak in strength, at least they are in the God-washing realm or the Soul-enchanting monsters.

According to the rules of the chessboard, if the party with the upper hand in the rules will be blessed by the mysterious power, it will be promoted to a small level, such as refining the Gang to wash the god, and leveling the resentment to seducing the soul. Although these weird things in front of Zhong Ji are not necessarily

The side that has the upper hand, but there is always a part of it, right?

If the opponent is blessed by mysterious power, his strength will definitely be inferior, and can even reach the level of Tongxuan or Impermanence.

But even so, he was still killed by Zhong Ji.

That only proves that Zhong Ji is very strong.

It's even strong enough to defeat the superior from below, and use it to wash away the gods and defeat Tongxuan.

Of course, Tongxuan blessed by this mysterious power is definitely not as powerful as real Tongxuan and has a certain degree of moisture, but even so, it is enough to prove that Zhong Ji is very strong.

Therefore, when Ye Qing rushed towards Zhong Ji, his speed couldn't help but slow down a bit, his energy paused slightly, his momentum was lacking, and he appeared hesitant and hesitant, as if afraid.

"Refining Gang Realm?" Zhong Ji looked at Ye Qing who was rushing towards him, and smiled disdainfully: "Here comes another one who wants to die."

"waste."

Zhong Ji held the Ghost Head Sword in his hand and struck eighteen blows in a row.

Yin Qi is steaming, the sky and the earth are dim, one sword is one layer of hell, eighteen swords are eighteen hells, and all ghosts are ferocious.

There are evil ghosts climbing naked on the Daoshan Forest Sea, which is called Daoshan Hell;

There are resentful souls vying to be thrown into the oil pan, struggling and wailing, which is the hell of oil pan;

There are Yin spirits tied to wooden stakes and split directly with saws, which is the hell of sawing with knives;

There are evil souls who are thrown into the giant mill, the millstone rotates, and everything is crushed into pieces. This is the stone grinding hell;

…

The eighteen hells are full of ghosts, and the mountains and rivers are transformed by ghosts at night.

"Eighteen Hell Mori Sword"

The name of the technique he practices is "The Ghost King Sutra", and the Eighteen Hells Forest Sword is the unique skill in the "Ghost King Sutra".

Senluo hell.

In the Senluo Hell, thousands of ghosts were rampant, and Ye Qing was soon annihilated.

"Humph, you are really a waste. You can be proud of yourself if you can die under my sword."

Seeing this, Zhong Ji put away his sword and stood up, snorting coldly with disdain on his face.

But at the moment when his energy relaxed, he suddenly felt a huge uneasiness in his heart. But when he realized that something was wrong and was about to resist, a burst of Jie Jie's strange laughter suddenly sounded in his mind, his sea of ​​consciousness shook, his soul swayed, and before his eyes appeared

All kinds of illusions.

"Damn it." Zhong Ji immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap and was under some kind of mental attack. He roared, and a ghost king appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. He roared with his mouth open and roared, suppressing the strange laughter in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Go down.

Although it only took one or two breaths from the strange laughter to the time when he regained his spiritual consciousness, just in the delay of one or two breaths, a figure had already swept out of the Senluo Hell, like a torrent, and everything he passed was thousands of miles away.

The ghosts fly into ashes and are annihilated, and the Yin energy collapses.

Ruruo, Senluo Hell, was torn in half.

In the blink of an eye, the figure had already rushed in front of him, and his aura soared to the sky, unattainable.

The next moment, Ye Qing punched out.

The spirit reaches the sky, and the fist opens the gate of heaven.

"boom"

Zhong Ji could only hold the ghost-headed sword across his chest, and the punch that split the sky fell on his chest.

Zhong Ji first groaned, and the armor on his body was shattered inch by inch. The ghost-headed sword across his chest was broken into two pieces, and his chest collapsed several inches.

The next moment, the ground under Zhong Ji's feet was swaying like a lake, and a sound like muffled thunder came from the ground, continuously, and gathered together, as loud as rolling thunder.

In the silent place, there are bursts of thunder.

"You... ah... it's impossible..."

Zhong Ji opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was as chapped as porcelain and cracked with countless tiny cracks. However, there was no blood flowing out of those marks. Instead, there was a greenish-black and deathly aura, not like a living person.

How is it possible that a martial arts practitioner was seriously injured by him?

Even if the opponent ascends to a higher level with the blessing of mysterious power and possesses the power of a God-washing warrior, it is still impossible to hurt him, let alone severely injure him?

He has this confidence.

But the other party not only severely injured him, but almost killed him.

If he hadn't condensed into an ancient zombie body, which had been tempered by Yin Qi for more than ten thousand years, the opponent's punch would have almost shattered his body.

"I won't lose, I will kill you! Ah..."

Zhong Ji looked up to the sky and roared. Black air seeped out from the cracks all over his body, and he pounced on Ye Qing, who was very close at hand.

But as soon as he took a step, Zhong Ji's eyes suddenly became cloudy and dull, he opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream, his pupils slowly shrank, and finally became dim and still in place.

After a few breaths, Zhong Ji, who had been motionless, suddenly raised his head and grinned, revealing his sinister white teeth. However, at this time, his eyes became dark and deep, like a pool of stagnant water, full of deathly silence and gloom.

"Jiejie, boy, I'm going to kill you!"

"Fog Demon, stop playing." Facing the evil and strange Zhong Ji, Ye Qing seemed to be relieved and said tiredly: "Now is not the time to play."

Yes, Zhong Ji is now a fog demon.

To be more precise, Zhong Ji's soul has been polluted and controlled by the Fog Demon and turned into a puppet under the control of the Fog Demon.

The Fog Demon is a Nine Nether Demon. It has the power to pollute other people's souls and minds, thereby controlling them. It can even be said that this is the real innate ability of the Fog Demon. Generally, people with weak will and unstable mind can easily control them.

Will be controlled by the fog demon and become its puppet.

When he was in Tianmenyuan, he almost fell into trouble.

Compared to him, Zhong Ji was in the realm of God-washing, and his strength and mental power were not weak. However, Zhong Ji's mind was already dark and filthy due to his practice of the "Ghost King Sutra". In addition, he had previously shown weakness to the enemy, which made Zhong Ji feel weak.

Zhong Ji relaxed his vigilance, and then cooperated with the fog demon to injure the opponent with one blow. The fog demon easily contaminated the opponent's soul and controlled the opponent.

In fact, if Zhong Ji hadn't been careless and had the cooperation of the Fog Demon, he would have had some trouble defeating the opponent.

As for why he controlled Zhong Ji instead of killing him, it was naturally because he wanted to keep him and protect him.

He had already realized that he was on a chessboard. Although he killed the opponent's handsome man and thus won the game, who knows if there were any other surprises.

Zhong Ji's strength is not weak, and he will definitely be of great use if he keeps it.

In fact, he had done this in the previous battles. He found that as long as the fog demon pollutes the opponent's soul, the rules here will deem the opponent dead, and it will become his private property by default and can be used in combat.

It's a pity that the few people he controlled before were not very strong. They had already died in the battle with other monsters, and even their bodies were gone.

Originally, he wanted to use the Fog Demon to control some powerful monsters for his own use, but unfortunately the Fog Demon did not have this ability, and most of those monsters were unintelligent monsters that acted entirely on instinct and could not be controlled even if they wanted to.

"Hua Hua Hua..."

At this time, the sky and the earth suddenly trembled, the mountains collapsed, the rivers flowed backwards, the earth cracked, and the sky also opened countless cracks, and the wind howled, as if it was the end of the world.

"Boy, it's over, this world is going to collapse."

Seeing this, the Fog Demon exclaimed: "We are all going to die."

"I saw it." At the critical moment of life and death, Ye Qing calmed down and stared at the sky above his head.

"Boy, you have tricked me to death. I told you not to come in, but you just didn't listen. Now, not only will you die, but I will also be buried with you?"

The Fog Demon complained: "It's pitiful that I came into this world and didn't even enjoy a single day of happiness. I didn't even accomplish a single big thing. It's so sad and deplorable!"

"Boy, since we are all done playing, why don't you let me go so that I can breathe the free air and enjoy the feeling of freedom before I die."

"Haha, you're thinking shit." Ye Qing chuckled in his heart. He still didn't know what the Fog Demon was like. Didn't he just want to get rid of his control and escape?

The Fog Demon is a Nine Nether Demon Monster with a tenacious life. Even if this world is destroyed, there is a high chance that it will survive.

"Don't worry, we are just like master and servant. If I die, I will definitely let you be buried with me and I will not abandon you."

"Well, don't abandon, don't give up."

Fog Demon: "..." God won't abandon me, won't give up, please abandon me!

"Fog Demon, use all your strength to throw me into the air."

Suddenly, Ye Qing roared: "If you don't want to be buried with me, just hurry up!"

Although the Fog Demon didn't know why, he still controlled Zhong Ji and unsealed the Infinite Demon Buddha. The two worked together to throw Ye Qing into the air.

"call"

Ye Qing flew towards the sky like an arrow.

In the process of flying towards the sky, the aura on Ye Qing's body was rising steadily.

Ye Qing's originally lowered fist was raised inch by inch without moving his elbow, only the fist was raised.

When the fist points towards the sky, the breath is at its peak, the spine is straightened, the elbows and arms turn into dragons, and a punch is blasted towards the sky.

Ask the sky with fists;
Chapter completed!