Well, it’s actually Zhenlong Chess Game. This thing really exists.
Originally there was indeed no such thing, but later, a group of big guys took action and the Zhenlong chess game was restored.
Not only does the game have the largest reverse boot in history, but there are also wonderful tricks such as the independent golden rooster and the rat stealing oil. It is also interconnected and the situation is extremely complicated. As long as the "master" makes moves, he will definitely have no chance of winning.
Especially for someone like the old ghost, whose murderous spirit is ready to come out, and he moves forward indomitably, attacking but not defending. The rigid and vigorous chess game has fallen into a rut, and seems to be entangled in a quagmire. The more he struggles, the more difficult he is to break it, unless he
He wakes up and understands the true meaning of Kang Long's regret. He must first put himself to death, and then survive from a desperate situation, so that he can turn the tables in one fell swoop.
Three chess games were played in a row before, and the game patterns were different. Some were extremely defensive, and some were eccentric. However, the old ghost's response strategy remained the same every time, full of murderous intent, and he was simply stubborn to the extreme.
Only in this way could Qin Yang be sure that he would definitely be trapped in the final round.
Some things are easy to explain, but if you don't explain them clearly, even if you think about them for ten thousand years, you may not be able to have a sudden inspiration.
"Senior, can you let me go now? With this chess game here, senior can pass the time, and junior is of no use here." Qin Yang asked tentatively.
As for the treasure given after losing the chess game, Qin Yang didn't mention it at all...
This old ghost loves chess like crazy. If there wasn't something that just tickled his itch and whetted his appetite, he might have overturned the table after losing.
In comparison, the ominous soul that I saw when I first came in was a simple yet cute treasure-delivery boy...
The person in front of me is the most terrifying!
He only has chess in his eyes. He doesn't care whether Qin Yang lives or dies. He is like an ant on the roadside. No one cares whether he is trampled to death when he passes by.
This is much scarier than those guys who are inherently malicious.
Because it is completely unpredictable how and when one might die.
Qin Yang just wants to leave here quickly. If he sees those mausoleums that look like soft persimmons in the future, he will definitely take a detour without saying anything.
"Well, you are also going to the old man's tomb inside, right?" The old ghost stared at the chessboard without raising his head, and seemed to be muttering to himself unconsciously: "There are many weird things here, both living and dead.
, none of them will end well, you should take care of yourself, there are few descendants in our sect who can please me, so don’t die here."
"Huh?" Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, then had a bad feeling: "Senior, I think this..."
Just as Qin Yang finished speaking, he saw the old ghost waving his hand, and divine light surged out, instantly surrounding Qin Yang. With a whoosh, it turned into a black light, and in an instant, it had flown ten miles away.
In the black divine light, Dao lines were layered upon layers, enveloping Qin Yang and rushing all the way. The thick death energy in mid-air transformed into a huge skeleton thousands of feet high. It opened its mouth to swallow the black light, but was pierced by the black light in an instant.
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In the sky above a mausoleum, a phantom floated, turning into a pair of cold and numb black eyes. However, after seeing the dark light, it immediately disappeared.
The restrictions encountered were instantly shattered under the penetration of black light.
All of a sudden, in the ancestral tomb, demons were dancing wildly, chickens were flying and dogs were jumping, and strange phenomena appeared in each of the mausoleums that were full of splendor and horror.
It's just that the ominous dead souls there seemed to know who the owner of Wu Guang was. They just glanced at it and fell into silence in an instant.
Not long after, Wu Guangfei escaped thousands of miles away and landed on the edge of a desert.
The divine light dissipated, revealing Qin Yang's figure.
Qin Yang looked dull and murmured to himself: "I think there is a misunderstanding. Senior, you have misunderstood. I want to leave the ancestral tomb, not come here..."
"Who the hell wants to come here!"
After coming back to his senses, Qin Yang jumped up angrily, biting his steel teeth so hard that the veins on his forehead jumped, and his face almost turned green.
Who are you! What bad habits have you developed! Why don’t you listen to what others have to say?
What are you making your own claims for?
I thank you! I thank your ancestors for one hundred and eighty generations!
Qin Yang stood there, his lungs about to burst with anger. Do these dead ghosts know that the Demon Stone Sect is constantly sending people to the old man's tomb?
But, who is really going to help that doggy male and female duo to get some treasures and get some information?
I came here just to shed my golden cicada's shell, to "die" completely and to "die" without raising any doubts.
After you're done, do whatever you want, who really wants to come to this old man's cemetery to risk his life!
After coming to the ancestral tomb, I really want to meet a few seniors who are good-tempered, sleep soundly, and won't suddenly jump up and strangle people. It's best to have a friendly shake of hands and a few skill books as souvenirs.
But it's not really about money or life. It's a little bit dangerous, so you can try it. If death is certain, whoever wants to go can go.
Standing on the edge of the desert, Qin Yang took out a Yimu essence crystal and held it under his tongue to replenish the vitality in his body that was consumed by the surrounding rich death energy. After a long time, he let out a long sigh with melancholy on his face.
There is a vast expanse of yellow sand in front of you, and the land is extremely flat. It is completely different from other mausoleums I have seen before.
And here is the end point marked on the map, the tomb of the old man of the Demon Stone Holy Sect.
Qin Yang squatted down, grabbed a handful of yellow sand and looked at it in his hand. The yellow sand was glowing with golden light, containing metal, and had a sharp and violent aura. When he held it in his hand, he could feel it faintly like acupuncture. If it were ordinary
If anyone dares to reach out and grasp the yellow sand here, his palms will become bloody and bloody in an instant.
There may have been mountains here once, but the Yuan Magnetic Golden Evil was raging here, and the mountains had long been strangled to pieces and turned into deserts.
He is not afraid of the Yuan Magnetic Golden Evil. He has mastered the Five Metal Naxi Magical Technique, and the Yuan Magnetic Golden Evil can't hurt him. As for the metal magic weapon, its power is greatly reduced here, so it doesn't matter. The only metal magic weapon in his hand is used as a walking magic weapon.
The flying fish sword.
Qin Yang stood there and pondered for a long time, feeling quite in a dilemma.
Let's go back. I just flew all the way here, but I woke up a lot of strange things. Who knows what I will encounter when I turn back now.
But if we continue to move forward and enter this desert, the dangers inside may not be small.
"call……"
Just when Qin Yang had not thought about what to do next, the news suddenly started.
A wisp of golden wind drifted through the desert. In an instant, a strong wind arose in the desert, and the yellow sand was swept by the strong wind. In just ten seconds, the desert was enveloped by a sandstorm, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
Bursts of sharp and unpleasant sounds, like metal friction, resounded throughout the world. Grains of yellow sand were carried by the strong wind, and when they rushed to Qin Yang, they made bursts of clanking sounds.
Qin Yang frowned and secretly used the Naxi magic method of hardware. A layer of golden light covered the body surface, blocking out all the golden sand.
Sandstorms come and go as quickly as a stick of incense.
The sky was full of golden sand, falling rapidly, and the originally flat desert turned into a stretch of rolling hills.
Suddenly, Qin Yang's expression changed. He looked up and saw that in the desert, things that were originally buried under the yellow sand seemed to be exposed due to the changes just now.
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