The white light pouring down from the light screen lasted for half an hour. Bathed in this dazzling white light, Ye Chuan once again ushered in transformation.
The white light dissipated, and the violent power fluctuations in Ye Chuan's body gradually calmed down. His cultivation level is still at the fifth level of a monk, and he has not broken through to the sixth level in one go, but it gives people the feeling of being unfathomable, as if he is a real-life master standing in front of him. My skin had gained a layer of luster from somewhere. It wasn't very white, but the pores were so fine that there wasn't a single spot on it, making even young girls envious.
After the white light dissipated, the red light gradually turned on, and the restriction was activated again.
"Collect it from me!"
Ye Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly, and used the Demon Refining and Devouring Heaven Technique to send the remaining twelve red human faces into the Qinglian Space. Following the siren Hai Lili, the monster army has added a powerful force.
There are not many of these human-faced snakes, but each one has an ancient life, and the precipitation of time is transformed into strength. Their cultivation level is at least the first level of a real person. Twelve human-faced snakes are equivalent to twelve masters of the Real Realm. They have set up a battle array to protect them. Even Tuoba Xiong and Feng Nin and their ilk may not be able to get even half a step closer to Ye Chuan!
The second game was much more dangerous and the rewards were unexpected.
The moment he received the twelve human-faced snakes into the Qinglian space, Ye Chuan felt that the human-faced snake talismans in his body came to life and had the breath of life. Before he could sense it carefully, a red light flashed before his eyes, and the group of people disappeared. The next moment, another chessboard world appears.
It's still a familiar chessboard and a familiar light screen, but there's one thing that makes people feel a little surprised.
In the second round of Heaven's Remnant, three Yunwu Sect disciples were killed, leaving only twelve people including Ye Chuan. In the third game, the twelve people were not together, but were divided into two teams, with six people in each team, standing on the red and black sides of the chessboard, facing each other across the boundary river.
In the first game, the chess pieces were stone sculptures; in the second game, the chess pieces were living snakes with human faces that had the breath of life; in the third game, there were no stone sculptures or any monsters, and people directly acted as chess pieces. They are both members of the Yunwu Sect, and they want to fight face to face! To break through the game, you must take action against your fellow sect members. The brothers who were chatting and laughing together just now have become mortal enemies in the blink of an eye!
In the chessboard world, there was silence.
The Yunwu Sect disciples closed their mouths tightly and said nothing. The atmosphere became increasingly tense and depressing, and they could hear each other's heartbeats.
Ye Chuan also became nervous, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
Fatty Zhao Dazhi was still with him, but Zhu Sijia was assigned to the black side and stood in command. This time, if you want to break the game, you must not only destroy the six black sect members, but also kill Zhu Sijia. How to start
Zhu Sijia was also in trouble, looking at Ye Chuan standing opposite from a distance, feeling a little at a loss.
The ground trembled slightly, and a huge chessboard appeared on the light screen above the head. The chess pieces on both sides of the red and black sides lit up in a flash. There was a crystal screen outside the chessboard, and the numbers on it kept falling down. Fifty, four Nineteen, forty-eight..., counting down quickly. On the light screen, the three ancient Chinese characters "Human Sorrow" are particularly conspicuous.
In the first game, the land is missing; in the second game, the sky is broken; in the third game, the people are devastated.
The ban has been activated and the chess game has officially begun, but neither red nor black made any move.
This time, black moved first, but Zhu Sijia looked at the light screen above her head and moved her right hand again and again, but still couldn't bear to press it from the air. On the side of the red flag, a Yunwu Sect disciple standing at the front was already pale and his body was soaked with sweat. Like the previous two games, people cannot move once the restriction is activated, and life and death only hang in the hands of Ye Chuan and Zhu Sijia.
Ding! There was a crisp sound, and the numbers on the crystal screen counted down to zero.
On the black chess side, a Yunwu Sect disciple standing at the front suddenly screamed, his body exploded, and he turned into bits of dust and his soul flew away. When the time is up, if the chess piece that is supposed to kill the enemy does not move, it will self-destruct.
Both the red and black sides were sweating.
Not only did the Yunwu Sect disciples personally play the chess pieces in this game, but there was also a time limit
Ye Chuan was also shocked, his face tensed, and soon it was his turn to take action.
"Big..., senior brother..."
On the side of the red flag, the Yunwu Sect disciples standing at the front screamed in shock, speaking incoherently. Rush up and kill the fellow disciple on the opposite side. If you stand still, he will be the one who dies!
The numbers on the crystal screen were counting down from fifty again. The numbers were changing at an alarming speed. The Yunwu Sect disciples were extremely nervous. Their hearts seemed to have jumped out of their bodies and they were being pinched by someone. Their lives were hanging by a thread.
When the number on the crystal screen counted down to nine, Ye Chuan finally took action. With a press from a distance, a Yunwu Sect disciple involuntarily crossed the boundary river. As soon as they hit each other head-on, the body of another Yunwu Sect disciple representing Black Chess was shattered.
"I didn't kill you, Liu Zi. I didn't kill you. Don't blame me. I didn't kill you..."
The Yunwu Sect disciple who crossed the boundary river began to cry. The six dead sons happened to be his good brothers. The two went up the mountain together and agreed to explore the cave world together. Unexpectedly, they did not die in the hands of monsters, but ended up killing each other. Although he couldn't help it, seeing the broken body of Liu Zi at close range and the helpless look in his eyes, this Yunwu Sect disciple collapsed immediately. However, his collapse did not last long, and he was soon killed by another Yunwu Sect disciple.
Zhu Sijia also started to take action, unable to help herself.
Although the first and second games were dangerous and there was a possibility of death, after all, the chess pieces were stone sculptures and human-faced snakes, so even death would not be so straightforward. Now, it's a direct fight between the same sects. No matter who wins between the red and black sides, a Yunwu Sect disciple will fall.
The bloody and terrifying nature of the Ghost King's chess game is finally revealed, vividly!
The earth is missing, the sky is broken, and people are in mourning. Everyone begins to feel the meaning of the word "sorrow".
One after another, the Yunwu Sect disciples fell down, and soon, there were only four people left on the huge chessboard. The only fat man Zhao Dazhi was left beside Ye Chuan, and the only one left beside Zhu Sijia was an ordinary Yunwu Sect disciple.
There is destined to be no winner in this battle, and only one person can survive in the end. No matter who wins, they feel sad.
"Eldest Brother, I don't want to die, Eldest Brother..."
The fat man screamed, his teeth chattering. Those who died were all gone, and those who survived saw their fellow disciples fall with their own eyes. Is this more painful torture, or the torture of knowing that death is inevitable and that it will be their turn soon
The fat man was pissed and completely collapsed. After shouting incoherently for a while, he unexpectedly realized that there was no movement and that he was not dead yet. Looking up, Ye Chuan crossed the boundary river himself and walked up. In this round, Ye Chuan could have asked Fatty to fight. With his resourcefulness and ability, it would not be a problem to destroy Black Qi and survive in the end, but he did not. Instead of Fatty, Ye Chuan went to fight first and killed the last Yunwu Sect disciple next to Zhu Sijia. The same fate awaited him.
"No, senior brother, don't come over, don't come over..."
Zhu Sijia burst into tears, looking at Ye Chuan who was getting closer and closer, tears streaming down her face. During this period of time, every moment with Ye Chuan came to mind, including being made angry by him and crying, being teased by him, being slapped on the butt by him..., all the details came to mind.
Once upon a time, Zhu Sijia thought that she would never fall in love with anyone. Since she was a child, she had been doing everything in a hurry without caring about the feelings of others. She advocated independence and freedom, hoping to one day be able to travel the world alone.
Now, she was wrong and knew she was wrong. There has never been anyone who occupied such an important position in her heart like Ye Chuan, and neither did her grandfather. There was no promise or confession between the two, but at this moment she understood deeply that she was hopelessly in love with Ye Chuan.
Dear, how do you want me to start
Zhu Sijia's eyes were blurred with tears.
The earth is lacking, the sky is broken, and people are in mourning. This third game is not a human tragedy, but a love tragedy!