The chess pieces are getting closer and closer to the chessboard.
On the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces suddenly flickered, forming a vortex of air.
The ten-foot space with the chessboard as the center is as motionless as a rock, but ten feet away, the wind is surging, and the power fluctuations are like the waves of the sea.
The expression of the Great Sage of the Corpse Clan changed, his pupils burst out with bright light, and his hands tried their best to release the holy energy, which spurted out like a black waterfall.
Those swirling air currents became stronger when they were strong, knocking the white chess piece away, and then hit the corpse clan great sage's chest, causing him to fly out.
"Snapped!"
The chess piece fell to the ground.
After the Great Sage of the Corpse Tribe stabilized his body, he glanced at the chess pieces spinning on the ground, and then looked at the chess table that was still motionless and hanging upside down. He no longer looked down upon it and said "Awesome".
Then, he left straight away and continued to climb the Star Cliff!
The remaining monks from all sides looked at each other and naturally saw the clues.
"Old sir, you are wrong! We all know that your cultivation is strong. If you fight with your spiritual power, who among us can put the chess piece on it?" said the fair-faced and beardless young Taoist priest.
"That's right! If it's a confrontation based on cultivation, we combined are no match for you, old man."
"Old sir, your cultivation level is really unfathomable."
…
The girl in green showed a displeased look and said: "Look carefully, my grandfather did not use mental power to fight. The chess game itself is consistent with the way of heaven, and the chess pieces form their own field. If you want to put the pieces on the chess board, you have to show your true skills.
That’s all.”
"The chess game is consistent with the way of heaven? I still don't believe it!"
A demon demigod with a furry animal head the size of a water tank strode forward, his body was like a hill, his breath was like thunder, he stepped forward with a left kick, and landed heavily on the chess table.
"boom!"
The strong holy energy forms a violent hurricane.
But the chess table remained motionless.
The demon demigod let out a startled cry, turned around, and struck with his right whip leg diagonally.
Everyone saw that this demon demigod wanted to knock the chess table to the ground first and then put the chess pieces on it.
"Bang!"
The third blow was a left jab.
The force of the fist was like a vase of chaos, hitting the side of the chess table hard, and the sound was deafening.
The chess table seemed to be frozen in space, and the demon demigod was knocked out.
The demon demigod stopped taking action, looked at the old man in Confucian robes, showed reverence, bowed, and then left silently.
"Expert, you really are an expert. Senior, tell me quickly, how can you put the chess pieces on the chessboard?" The displeasure on the young Taoist priest's face disappeared completely, and his eyes were full of respect.
The monks present all looked attentively listening.
Such a tall person is probably a god, making them fear him.
The breeze blew through his sleeves, and the old man in Confucian robes smiled faintly: "These chess pieces on the chessboard do have their own field. But as long as there is a field, there must be weak positions."
A great spiritual sage wearing the robe of an array mage said: "From the perspective of juniors, it is not just that simple. If it is a top-down move, we only need to find the weak point of the field. With our cultivation, it should be
It can be done. However, when you move from bottom to top, you have to fight against the forces of heaven and rely on the terrain. Even the gods may not be able to do it."
The old man in Confucian robes admitted frankly and said: "Yes, with the intensity of the field formed by the chess game, there should be few people, even great gods, who can do it from bottom to top."
The monks present all sighed, feeling that the other party was playing a trick on them.
Even gods, in their eyes, are unattainable existences. As for the great gods, each one is an overlord in the universe. They can not only decide the fate of hundreds of millions of people, but can also easily kill gods.
"Let's go! Let's go! This old gentleman's problem is not something we can solve."
Everyone left one after another.
"The placement of the pieces is very particular and is related to the endgame on the chessboard."
Bai Qing'er stared at the chessboard for a long time and said, "White's next piece should be seventeenths."
When she said this, she picked up the chess pieces on the ground and walked straight to the chess table.
The chess piece is held between two slender jade fingers without any fancy features, and is pressed straight towards the intersection of the two lines.
On the chessboard, a powerful force of repulsion erupted.
When the chess piece was only an inch away from the chessboard, the vortex energy formed in the field triggered the rules of heaven and earth, dividing the surrounding space into black and white.
Bai Qing'er frowned slightly, her eyes turned cold, and she used the original secret to inspire the original rules of heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
The chess table shook slightly, and a circle of black and white light overflowed.
Bai Qing'er was like a white petal, her body fluttering backwards. Zhang Ruochen stepped forward and reached out to grab her wrist, dispelling the power erupting from the chess table.
When Bai Qing'er's feet landed on the ground, the white chess piece that flew over fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.
Zhang Ruochen held the white piece in his hand and walked towards the chess table.
When passing by the old man in Confucian robes, Zhang Ruochen bowed politely and said, "Senior, can you really answer all questions?"
The old man in Confucian robes looked at him with interest, stroking his beard and smiling: "I can't answer everything, but I should be able to answer one or two of the many questions in your mind."
Zhang Ruochen nodded, walked to the chess table, and said: "Playing Seven Thirteen can indeed greatly increase White's chances of winning. However, we are not here to solve the chess game, nor are we here to win, we only need to land one piece.
What you are looking for... is the field formed by the chess pieces, the weakest position."
"This is it!"
"Tian Yuan."
Zhang Ruochen picked up the chess piece and pushed it towards the chessboard.
Tianyuan is exactly the center point of the chessboard.
The old man in Confucian robes sitting nearby nodded secretly and said to himself, "In contrast, this kid always knows what his purpose is and is not blinded by the desire to win or lose. This is very good!"
Obviously, in his opinion, Bai Qing'er only knows how to solve chess games and find the outcome of the chess games.
Being able to solve this chess game must be extremely smart.
But, cleverness is mistaken for cleverness!
Zhang Ruochen found the weakest spot in the field, but despite all his efforts, he was only half an inch closer than Bai Qing'er.
There is still half an inch of distance.
"Crash!"
Suddenly, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, like threads, was continuously gathered towards the chess table under the influence of Zhang Ruochen's mental power.
The monks who had already left, sensing the fluctuations in divine energy, returned one after another and gathered around.
Their eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen, but they could not see Zhang Ruochen's face clearly. They could only see celestial scrolls appearing in the space where Zhang Ruochen and the chess table were.
Sometimes, thousands of thunder and lightning interweave into a network; sometimes, colorful chaotic tides surge from the ground to the sky; sometimes, sacred mountains rise from the ground.
"What a powerful aura!"
The spiritual power sage wearing the robe of the formation master said with emotion: "He is borrowing the power of the sky and the terrain. The visionary scrolls we see in front of us are all concrete manifestations of the power of the sky and the terrain."
"A real big shot wouldn't be a great god, right?"
These monks were in awe and bowed one after another.
Zhang Ruochen stood beside the chess table, his body as bright as a star, and the chess piece in his hand was shaking violently, unable to settle down.
That kind of trembling made the space shake.
Suddenly, a circle of light burst out from Zhang Ruochen's body. The light did not spread out, but was fixed in mid-air using the chessboard as a plane, with a diameter of about ten feet.
The aperture appeared, and a perfect balance was immediately formed, and the chess pieces gently landed on the chessboard.
Zhang Ruochen stopped his hand and the chess piece did not fall.
The monks standing around seemed to be petrified and felt unbelievable.
"Succeeded! He succeeded. Is he really a great god?"
"The old gentleman said that even great gods, few people can do it."
"Greetings to the great god!"
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Facing the respectful but fearful eyes of the monks, Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly and did not explain anything. Instead, he walked towards the old man in Confucian robes and said: "Old sir, this junior is considered a success, right?"
The old man in Confucian robes said: "It is true that there is another talented person in the country, one of the Yuanhui generation. If you have any questions, just ask! However, I can only answer one question. You need to think clearly before speaking."
Zhang Ruochen said: "The juniors have countless questions in their minds, but I believe that the seniors can't answer many of them!"
The girl in green frowned and said, "Why are you so rude?"
Zhang Ruochen stared into the eyes of the old man in Confucian robes and said: "How about this, I ask a question, and if senior can't answer it, then senior will answer my next three questions!"
"Exchange one for three, you are very smart as a junior!"
The old man in Confucian robes said: "What if I answer your question?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "This junior immediately knelt down, knelt down and apologized."
"That's appropriate, just ask!" said the old man in Confucian robes.
Everyone could tell that the questions Zhang Ruochen asked next would be extremely tricky, and they all looked interested.
It's like two incredible gods fighting!
When Zhang Ruochen was thinking about how to make things difficult for the old man in Confucian robes, Bai Qing'er walked up to him and whispered in his ear.
After hearing this, Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Listen up, old gentleman! I heard that three hundred thousand years ago, the twenty-four heavens in heaven and hell did something together, and only three people came back alive. I think
You know, where did they go and what did they do?"
"You have two questions!" said the old man in Confucian robes.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Old sir, just answer one of them."
The old man in Confucian robes stared at Zhang Ruochen's eyes for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "I really don't know these two questions! You win!"
Although he won, Zhang Ruochen was not very happy.
After all, he really wanted to know the answer to the question just now.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Now, can I ask senior three questions?"
"Of course it is! You two should also go to Xingtian Cliff, and we can talk while walking."
The old man in Confucian robes put away the chess table and walked towards the top of the cliff, with the girl in green following closely beside him.
Zhang Ruochen said: "My first question! Three hundred thousand years ago, it was said that three people from the twenty-four heavens came back alive. Apart from Haotian and the Sixth Patriarch, who was this third person?"
Regarding this issue, Zhang Ruochen had no hope.
Surprisingly, the old man in Confucian robes said: "This question is actually not difficult to answer."