Eight hundred and twentieth chapters shadow broken
"This sect seems to be in a dead end." At night, Li Wanji said in a deep voice, "It's a little weirder than we thought."
"Yes." Chen Fan nodded, "This is understandable. In this ancient land, such a place should not exist in the first place."
There must be some weirdness here.
"Once you get lost in it, you are actually dead. It seems that there is some kind of weird power here."
"This problem must be found."
Chen Fan fell asleep on his side, not in a hurry, he could explore this slowly.
Early the next morning, these people came back, and Guo Enyang said, "Brother Chen, then it's up to you."
Murong Nan looked at Chen Fan from the side and pondered for a moment. He finally said, "There may be something weird in this place in the back mountain. Go and investigate."
Can you finally say it?
Murong Nan must have some information in his hands. Seeing that Chen Fan was going to investigate, he had to tell it even if he didn't want to.
"Okay." Chen Fan nodded, "Don't follow me."
With that said, Chen Fan found a place again and sat down cross-legged. From behind Chen Fan, a tall shadow stood up silently and slowly. The shadow stood up, stretched its muscles and bones, and walked away from this place.
A forest.
Han Shan Zong.
When Chen Fan's shadow arrived here, it was peaceful inside, and no changes could be seen. It was as if everything before had never existed at all.
As soon as his body swayed, the shadow entered.
The Hanshan Sect was huge, so Chen Fan used his shadow to walk around the Hanshan Sect.
"Of the people who were trapped before, there are at least ten holding pills in Yuexuan Continent here. Judging from this situation, they are all dead." The terrifying nature of this place is evident.
After walking around this place, Chen Fan came to the outskirts of the main peak, under a big tree.
Looking from a distance, under this big tree, two old men are sitting opposite each other, playing chess.
One side is dressed in black, with snow-white hair and beard, and the other side is dressed in white, with a young face, dark beard and hair, and looks like a mixture of yin and yang. The two are holding a chess piece in their hands, their faces are solemn and painful, and beside the chessboard, there is a person standing.
"Wen Rong."
Juliu is one of the 100 enshrinements in the imperial pavilion of the ancient dynasty, holding the initial strength of Dan.
Recognizing this person, Chen Fan walked slowly.
"Brother Wen." When they arrived at the chessboard, Chen Fan and "Wen Rong" stood side by side, looking at the chessboard, and said calmly.
Wen Rong was so fascinated that he didn't even notice anyone approaching him. When he heard Chen Fan's voice, he turned around and looked at Chen Fan in surprise.
"Who are you?"
"I am a member of the ancient Juliu Dynasty, one of the twelve major martial arts, and the enshrinement of Longwei martial arts."
"Oh, fellow countryman." Wen Rong, a middle-aged man, spoke as gentle as jade, without a hint of intimidation. It was a pity, "Fellow Taoist has entered the realm of holding elixirs at such a young age, and his future prospects are limitless."
Chen Fan smiled and did not answer the question, "How many days has Brother Wen been here?"
"It's been five days." Wen Rong said without looking back.
"Brother Wen, what are you looking at?" Seeing Wen Rong so fascinated, Chen Fan sighed in his heart, with a hint of pity. Looking at it like this, Wen Rong should have died five days ago while watching chess.
Invisibly.
"Game of chess."
Wen Rong said very seriously, "Shhh", and then whispered to Chen Fan, "Look, fellow Taoist, this chess game is unusual. It is by no means a simple game, but it contains a hint of the truth of heaven and earth."
, like a fight between man and heaven.”
"I've learned a lot from watching here." Wen Rong said with a hint of expectation.
Seeing him like this, his tone was affectionate.
Chen Fan took a closer look, and there was bloodshot eyes in his eyes.
Could it be that Wen Rong's death was related to this chess game? Chen Fan pondered for a moment and looked at the chess game. On the chessboard, black and white were staggered, and the two sides were facing each other. It was obvious that a critical moment had been reached.
On the chessboard, there is so much murderous intent that even people who don't understand chess can feel frightened.
It seemed as if some evil spirit was about to rise from the chessboard.
not simple!
Chen Fan only had one thought in his mind. After practicing for thousands of years, Chen Fan could naturally learn anything. He was certainly a master among masters at this game of chess, so Chen Fan also put his hands behind his back and watched with great interest.
Chen Fan was watching and thinking, assuming he was this Wen Rong, what would he do?
As he watched, Chen Fan even forgot about this and was already immersed in the chessboard.
At first glance, this chessboard was just a game between two sides fighting each other, but in an instant, Chen Fan saw an unusual smell. One side was shining with golden light, like a real dragon rising, and the other side was covered with black clouds, which looked menacing.
.
The momentum of the two sides is so entangled that they are inseparable. A small chessboard has a shocking flavor.
This look lasted for half an hour.
In the woods, Li Wanji, Murong Nan and others stood motionless, looking at Chen Fan.
In the woods, Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his face turned white.
"Bang", in the Hanshan Gate, the shadow shattered on the spot.