Wang Dong looked at the three strange wooden houses in the valley, nodded to Mu Wanfei: "Wuyazi is in it, you can go in!"

"Let's wait!" Su Xinghe hurriedly stopped: "According to the rules of Tiandian playing chess, to enter the wooden house, you must first break the Zhenlong chess game. Although Zunjia's martial arts skills are high, he cannot rely on the strong to bully the weak, and break the rules.: 3w."

Wuyazi decided to play Tiandian chess, and his original intention was to choose a successor to pass on his lifelong skills and eliminate the traitor Ding Chunqiu for him.

However, now Ding Chunqiu fell into the hands of the Lord of the Demon Sect, obviously he couldn't get any benefits, and he had already taken revenge in disguise.

Wuyazi was disabled for decades, exhausted and exhausted. Although he looked so energetic on the outside, Su Xinghe had taken care of Wuyazi for decades, how could he not know that Wuyazi's body was already full of holes. Once he lost the support of his pure skills, he would be afraid that he would immediately fall into a state of exhaustion.

Su Xinghe respected his master, so he naturally did not want to see Wuyazi die, so he used the rules of Tiandian playing chess to stop him.

Ding Chunqiu knelt on the ground, his eyes flashing, and he secretly hated in his heart: "Damn it! Wuyazi's old immortal is still alive, and he is so angry."

Wang Dong said casually: "Since I am stronger than you, why can't I bully the weak?"

Su Xinghe was speechless, and then Wang Dong said, "But if you want to break this Zhenlong chess game in just a blink of an eye, you might as well abide by your rules."

After saying that, Wang Dong's eyes were on the stone table, but he saw that in the chess game, black and white colors were scattered across it, and the chess pieces were like flying stars, and the stars were densely spread out, forming two clearly divided camps.

The chess game is like a battle between two armies. The battlefield is this small chess board. The black chess side has already gained an absolute advantage. They gathered a large army, pressed forward step by step, strangled the white chess side, and were about to slaughter the big dragon of the white chess.

The white chess has really reached the point where he ends up, and it seems that he has no power to turn the world back.

Over the past few decades, Su Xinghe has invited talented men from all over the world to play chess many times. Among these people, there are many intelligent and intelligent people, and there are also saints of chess. However, when they racked their brains, no one could solve the game of Zhenlong chess, making the white chess conquer and fight a way out of life.

As for what the leader of the Demon Sect said to be able to crack it in a flash of his fingers, Su Xinghe was disdainful. Even if the opponent's martial arts skills were superb, what help could Yu Yiqi have?

His robe sleeves were lowered, his eyes calmed down, and he said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, please!"

Wang Dong watched the chess in a narrow mind, but he watched the changes in the formation in the chess game!

In his eyes, the black and white camp in front of him was no longer a chess game or a battlefield for the two armies to confront each other, but a subtle and mysterious formation.

This Zhenlong chess game is originally in line with the formation path. The formation changes a lot, transforming into all things, and possesses the power to confuse people's minds. Once the mind is immersed in it and the will is a little unstable, it will be cracked by the formation illusion, and it will fall into many illusions and cannot extricate itself!

In the original plot, Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing were both confused by the magic tricks in the chess game, and the inner demons arose and almost committed suicide.

This is also because although the two of them have good martial arts skills, their mental flaws are too obvious.

Wang Dong would not be confused by illusions. He smiled slightly and said, "There is no need to be so troublesome, just one son."

After saying that, he leaned his fingers and a white piece suddenly jumped out from the chess box, like a ray of white light falling down.

A bang!

This white piece fell directly on the Tianyuan position.

Su Xinghe frowned and said in a deep voice: "What is the purpose of this game of Demon Lord? Please forgive Su for being clumsy in his eyes, but he has never seen any subtleties."

If the opponent's martial arts were not too terrifying, Su Xinghe would have to scold him. With his chess skills, he could naturally see that this chess has no meaning, it was a useless chess move.

Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu also sneered in his heart, secretly mocking the demon lord for not understanding the way of playing chess and insisting on pretending, which made him look embarrassed.

Wang Dong asked back: "How to distinguish between winning and losing in the game of chess?"

Su Xinghe said lightly: "At the end of the game, you should win with more pieces!"

Wang Dong smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I have won this Zhenlong chess game."

Su Xinghe finally couldn't help but sneered: "Is the Demon Lord joking about this? Su said bluntly that your move is not only a useless move, but also awesome."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a slight sound between the chessboard, as if someone was gently tapping the chessboard.

Snap!

Although this subtle sound was low and unaudible, it was like a signal. The chess game was centered on the white piece in the Tianyuan position, and the secret and invisible qi in the formation instantly hooked up and turned into a whole.

Widths of energy spread out, covering the entire black and white chessboard.

There was no wind in the valley, but on the chessboard, at the moment when the qi circulated and intertwined, it seemed like whirlpools were rising, and it quickly turned into strong winds and waves. The black and white auras intertwined and collided, like two indivisible lightning. Suddenly, another light sound came, and everything came to peace.

call!

A wisp of qi lingered and rose among the chessboard. As the qi circulated, both the black and white chess were shattered and turned into strands of powder and spread out.

Su Xinghe stared at the chessboard blankly.

Soon, the powder scattered all over the world, but on the Tianyuan position in the center of the chessboard, the smooth and round white piece was filled with a breathtaking spirit, like a sharp sword, lying across the chessboard like a galaxy.

Ding Chunqiu and Murong Fu were also stunned. If they wanted to use their skills to smash all the pieces on the chessboard, they could do it. However, the leader of the Demon Sect fell into Tianyuan and did not inject true energy into Baizi. How did they turn all the pieces except Tianyuan position into powder? They felt more and more secretive.

"The way to play chess is to win if there are more pieces!" Wang Dong smiled slightly: "Now there are no black pieces on the chessboard, but there is still one white piece left, so of course I am the winner!"

Su Xinghe breathed out.

He opened his mouth and wanted to stop it, but an invisible force of oppression enveloped him like a mountain, making him cold all over his body and unable to say a word.

Mu Wanqing had broken through the wooden house and stepped into it.

Wang Dong's eyes turned to Ding Chunqiu, Murong Fu and the others, and said, "It's time to deal with you two!"

Before the two of them could reply, he reached out and grabbed it, condensed the air into ice, and directly turned into two life and death talismans, and penetrated into the two of them. After a while, Ding Chunqiu, Murong Fu and the others felt the numbness and itchiness in their bodies, and all kinds of unbearable feelings surged up, and itchyness reached its core, as if thousands of ants were gnawing and biting in their bodies.

The two of them immediately started to scream wildly!

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Wang Yuyan burst into tears from the side. She looked at her cousin in pain, but she couldn't help at all. She just felt like a knife cut and ran forward, trying to stop Murong Fu from scratching his hands randomly, but was pushed away by Murong Fu, who was already in a state of madness.

Wang Yuyan was pushed to the ground and screamed in pain. This scream of pain finally woke up the other person.

Of course, this person is Duan Yu. Duan Yu, this guy, has a deep skill, but has no resistance to Wang Dong's illusion. He just fell into the madness of the illusion. However, he was lucky enough to not die under the sword, but he accidentally bumped into the rock and fell into a coma.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Wang Yuyan's painful cry, and the boy shook his head and suddenly woke up.

Seeing Wang Yuyan lying on the ground, he hurriedly went up to support him, but Wang Yuyan only cared about her cousin and said anxiously: "Young Master Duan, go and stop my cousin, don't let him scratch myself."

He shouted to Wang Dong again: "Hey, what did you do to my cousin? Stop quickly!"

In order to practice poison skills, Ding Chunqiu endured a lot of inhuman torture. He was more patient than Murong Fu, and could still maintain a little bit of clarity and shouted: "You are about to stop this torture method. Do you know that you have already won the Three Smiles of My Farewell Solves. No one in the world can solve it except me. I want to survive..."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Dong rolled up his sleeves, and a gray-black aura shot out like an arrow, hitting the cliff.

"Can a little dust harm me?" Wang Dong said.

It was not until Mu Wanqing stepped out of the wooden house that Wang Dong sneered two rays of energy hit Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu, temporarily relieving the torture of the two of them.

Mu Wanqing, who appeared again, had a pure and thick aura spread all over her body. She had obviously obtained the inheritance of Wuyazi's seventy years of skill. However, Wuyazi's seventy years of pure skill was too thick for Mu Wanqing, so she could not drive Ruyi. It took a period of running-in before she could reach the level of harmony and unity.

At that time, this skill will truly belong to her.

Mu Wanqing walked to Wang Dong, her eyes were slightly red, and she whispered: "Master Wuyazi has gone."

Since Mu Wanqing stepped out of the wooden house, Su Xinghe has been staring at her. Although her voice was soft, it fell into Su Xinghe's ears, but it seemed like thunder and thunder. She knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply to the wooden house, and shed tears in her eyes, and said sadly: "Master, you are finally leaving."

Ding Chunqiu was still gasping for breath, and the itchy and painful feeling of his body had not completely subsided, but he laughed: "Old thief, you are finally dead, haha!"

"Shut up!" Mu Wanqing's eyes were slightly cold, and suddenly a palm was slashed out, thud! The air was cut through the incision by this palm, and a sneering sound was attacked at Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu's face changed drastically, and he rolled on the spot, avoiding the end of being pierced by a palm knife, but a blade of his shoulder was torn apart by a palm knife, and blood rolled down.

He ignored the injury on his shoulder, and Ding Chunqiu's face was gloomy and gloomy: "Why did this little girl's skill suddenly soar? Yes, he must have obtained the inheritance of Wuyazi. Damn old thief, he will leave me trouble if he dies!"

Murong Fu didn't know the inside story at first, but through the conversation between Wang Dong and Su Xinghe just now, he saw Mu Wanqing's ability to soar tenfold. How could he guess that Mu Wanqing had obtained the inheritance of the hidden master in the wooden house, and he was even more jealous and crazy.

"Don't worry, with me here, Wuyazi will come back to life even if he dies!" Wang Dong pressed Mu Wanqingxiang's shoulder with both hands, and then walked into the wooden house. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!