Chapter 29 Tian'e Chess Game

"The old man with a white beard is the first chess saint in the Fengzhong territory and an old man of the fox clan. The charm of chess! He held this soul game." The ninth-tailed princess pointed to the old man with white hair and white eyebrows and said.

"The Charm of Chess?" Zhong Shanzhen looked at the chessboard in the distance. The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were extremely mysterious. Looking at the chessboard, Zhong Shan flashed in front of his eyes and saw the so-called chess game fantasy through the chess game.

The starry sky, the infinite starry sky, surrounded by a large number of stars, deep and vast, and rotating according to special rules, extremely complicated, even in this starry sky, it is difficult to distinguish the enemy from the enemy, that is to say, on the chessboard, even if it is used by the other party.

The weird chess game sucks everyone's mind like a whirlpool. I want to see the deepest part of the starry sky, but I can't understand it. It's too mysterious.

This game of chess is more complicated than the previous game under Sima Zongheng and Zhongshan, so that Zhongshan is also deeply involved.

Zhong Shan's mind became more and more, and suddenly, it was like two stars coming to his face.

「Boom

The two stars exploded, and a strong riot shocked Zhong Shan's heart trembled. At this time, a huge void black hole suddenly appeared. In Zhong Shan's astonishment, a huge suction suddenly inhaled Zhong Shan's heart and then crushed it into powder.

"Wow!"

Zhong Shan suddenly woke up and sweated heavily.

"What a murderous spirit!" Zhongshan was shocked. He said.

Zhong Shan took a deep look at the evil chess saint in the distance.

The first chess saint in the Fengzhong territory?

While watching chess in Zhongshan, a figure suddenly rushed towards Zhongshan on a mountain peak in the distance.

Zhong Shan turned his head and looked at it, but he was a fat man in yellow.

"Strong man, you are too boring. You lied me so much!" The fat man in yellow fell and shouted at Zhong Shan.

"Afo, what did you say?" Princess Jiuwei's eyes stared.

"I said that Fo seemed to be a little afraid of the nine-tailed princess.

"Su Afo?" Zhong Shan recognized it.

"Do you still remember me? Strong man, the 18th floor of hell was really enjoyable that day. Also, I heard that a few days ago, you severely humiliated Sima Qianjun's little white face and put an idiot on the chessboard, which made him think about it all night before he could see it? Also, the old man Sima Zongheng came out for Sima Qianjun, but he was forced to vomit blood by you? Really, strong man, you take ** with you everywhere!"

Su Afu said non-stop, and his eyes kept shining.

"Ha ha, I'm not called "strong man". I have a name. Just call me Zhong Shan!" Zhong Shan said with a faint smile.

"Zhong, Zhongshan? Well, it's called Zhongshan!" Su Afu nodded immediately.

"We have just arrived, Su Afu, how are you playing chess these days?" Jiuwei asked.

"Oh, this is the "Tian'e chess game" set by the evil spirit chess saint, which makes people break it. Unfortunately, too many previous people walked through four-step chess and had hallucinations. The crazy defeat retreated. The Sima Zongheng was seriously injured by Zhong Shan that day, and he was forced to hold it up. The blood spewed out and was carried back to the mountain to rest!"

Su Afo pointed to a mountain not far away. On that peak, there was a hall, which was obviously the place for Sima's cultivation.

Zhong Shan nodded, and Sima Zongheng's heart was broken by himself. It was absolutely impossible to recover in a short time.

And on that mountain, Sima Qianjun and several others are standing behind a teenager. He looks extremely respectful. The young man is dressed in a white robe, and his face is like snow, white and handsome. With this face, he can definitely fascinate thousands of young men. "Who is that man?" Zhong Shan asked lightly.

"He? Sima Ji's young master, the little prince "Sima Qing", is rumored that the first person in the Sima family's chess master, entered the Taoist realm a long time ago. It's one of the hot spots this time!" Princess Jiuwei said.

"Dao Jing?, Zhong Shan raised his eyebrows.

"Well, he hasn't taken action yet. According to my judgment, ordinary chess players have played, and now they are all real masters to break the chess game. Mr. Li is over, and it should be him! Su Afu said.

"The civet light? When did it start?" Zhong Shan asked.

"Last night, Mr. Li had lost his fifteenth son! It is the one with the most fallen children so far! Chess is also the strongest." Su Afu said.

Just then, on the terrace in the distance, Mr. Li suddenly closed his eyes, and then put down the pieces in his hand, took a deep breath and said, "Tian'e chess game, the way of heaven is ethereal, it's not as good as the bottom!,

"Mr. Li is too modest, and he has fallen for fifteen. It can be seen that Mr. Li's chess is exquisite, and there is also a place in the Taoist realm. Moreover, Mr. Li's intake is not deep and his mind is clear. Why did he stop? The evil spirit chess saint said with a trace of doubt.

"The way of the soul game, dementor, can't sink anymore." Mr. Li said lightly.

"Mr. Li does not practice the "chess", but he can reach the "Tao realm" of the chess. I admire him. After this soul game, I hope Mr. Li will stay and participate in the chess with me!" The evil spirit of chess said.

"Vicable! Mr. Li nodded.

After saying that, Mr. Beaver stepped off the terrace and flew to a mountain not far away.

The evil spirit chess master waved his hand, and there were suddenly 30 pieces missing on the chessboard, returning to its original form.

"Who else?" The evil spirit of chess looked at the chess players on the peaks in front of him.

"Strong..., Zhong Shan, why don't you try it?" Su Afu suddenly looked at Zhongshan.

"What are you going to? We're going to go as soon as we arrive? Wait for Zhong Shan to watch a few games first, see the chess road clearly, and then play the fallen flowers and water of the evil spirit chess saint! Princess Jiuwei's head high.

On the side, Su Afo opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. Did he play the evil spirit of chess?

You can't joke like this!

"Sima Qing, please give me some advice!,

Sure enough, as Su Afo guessed, Sima Qing looked at it for more than ten days and was finally about to take action.

Everyone looked at Sima Qing. The little prince of the Sima family, the first person in the Sima family's chess, I don't know what to do.

Sima Qing, dressed in white, stepped out and went to the terrace in an instant. He posed a robe and sat down slowly, with an indescribable unspeakable style.

The evil spirit of chess nodded and said, "The little prince of the Sima family? Although the evil spirit is located in the sea of clouds, I have also heard the name of the little prince of the Sima family for a long time. The talent of heaven, chess wins the world, please!"

Sima Qing nodded, held black chess, and fell.

"Bang!"

"Didn't it be different from Mr. Beaver's previous one?" Afo was slightly surprised.

"The chess players in the Taoist realm are not convinced by anyone in the chess channel. There is no need to learn from his predecessors to play chess! Zhong Shan shook his head.

Everyone stared at the chessboard and watched the continuous fall of the evil chess saint and Sima Qing.

The more profound the chess player is, the more mysterious the fantasy he sees. Especially a master like Zhongshan, watching the fall of the son, his heart was full of horror, because Zhong Shan saw the endless explosion of stars in the starry sky, the void was broken, and the sky and the earth were cracked. Heaven's chess game, heaven's disaster? What a powerful evil spirit chess saint.

Two hours later.

"It's the fifteenth son." Su Afu said in surprise.

「Boom

In the sky, there was a sudden loud noise. Between the lightning and thunder, a large number of dark clouds enveloped the whole island, and a breath of ingesting the heart pressed everyone's heart.

"Can a small chess game also attract celestial phenomena? Is there any mistake?" Su Afu exclaimed.

In the distance, the chess pieces are still falling.

Sima Qing has more and more time to think. His eyes are fixed on the chessboard, and his mind is trapped in it.

The sixteenth son!

Sima Qing fell the sixteenth son, and the moment he fell in the sixteenth son, the wind was strong, and the air was filled with a smell of killing. In everyone's heart, in the sky, lightning, thunder, roaring.

"Bang!" The evil spirit chess saint fell another son.

Half a day later.

"Bang!"

The seventeenth son. The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the fantasy is becoming more and more depressing.

The evil chess saint was unmoved and continued to go down.

Two days later.

Sima Qing grabbed the twenty-first son and couldn't play. He stared at the chessboard, his hair was also scattered, his eyes were congested, and his face was full of madness.

"Advance is destruction, and turning back is destruction. What should I do?" Sima Qing said.

Sima Qing seems to have fallen into a fantasy, and it is an illusion that can't get out, as if the whole mind and the whole soul are trapped.

"Why is it like this? Why is it like this?" Sima Qing kept talking. He kept talking.

"God is going to kill me? Is God going to kill me?" Sima Qing's lips were purple, as if he were crazy.

「Roar

Sima Qing suddenly got up and roared up to the sky. For a moment, the wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and the original thunder cloud suddenly turned into a void whirlpool, as if absorbing everything below.

Sima Qing exuded a violent atmosphere all over his body.

"Papa!" Sima Qing's long hair has a lot of broken voices.

"Bad!" Suddenly, there was an angry shout beside Sima Qianjun in the distance.

"Buzz"

The crazy Sima Qing was suddenly covered with ice in a huge piece of ice, and his whole body was covered with ice, only a trace of figure was seen.

Next to the giant ice, suddenly there was an extra figure, Sima Zongheng.

"Boom!"

The giant ice was broken away. Sima Qing's original crazy face had recovered, but he was still pale and closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are you dead?" Sima Zongheng shouted at a group of children of the Sima family.

Sima Qianjun and others dare not say more.

"Wow!"

Sima Qing exhaled and gently opened his eyes.

"Tian'e chess game, it's not as good as the younger generation!" Sima Qing said lightly.

"Little prince, the talent of heaven, under the fate of heaven, you can also come to this point. Congratulations, but everything should be done according to your ability. It's yours. No one can take it away. It's not yours. Don't be too delusional. Take care of yourself!" The evil spirit of chess said with deep meaning.

Sima Qing's face changed, as if he had been seen by the evil spirit chess saint, but he soon recovered and said respectfully to the evil spirit chess saint, "Thank you, senior!"

"Hmm!" The evil spirit of chess nodded and said no more.

Turning his head and looking at Sima Zongheng, Sima Qing nodded and said, "Uncle, thank you very much!"

"It should be!" Sima Zongheng immediately said, as if he was very respectful to this nephew. A