Chapter 835 Robbery

"This is the catastrophe of heaven and earth!" The white-haired old man nodded and sighed.

"With such a catastrophe, the world collapsed. Except for the only one, everything else returned to chaos. The heaven and earth itself are reduced to dream bubbles. Below the heaven and the earth, it goes without saying that there is no difference between immortals, and the jade is burning. Even if the life is the same as the sky, at this point, it can only be destroyed with the sky.

It is the fairy who plays chess, and the most taboo is to play such a situation!"

"So that's it!" Shi Ba Ruo has something to understand. Suddenly I realized that Go is a little different from other chess games. In general chess, whether it is chess, Chinese chess, or Japanese shogi, it is to put all the power at the beginning of the game. As the chess game progresses, there are fewer chess pieces. Even if you win or lose, it will eventually evolve into nothing to play.

To find out the root cause, these chesses only simulate "killing" and do not simulate "hair-greation". Only Go has both "life" and "kill", so it can completely simulate the process of growing news in the game (people and things in the world). At this time, Shi Ba thought of another kind of chess, black and white chess, which simulated the process of "growth" and "transformation", but there was no killing process. So in the end, when the chessboard is full of black and white, the chess game can't continue. But as a category, it is also completely different from chess and shogi. Unlike Go, it is also a unique chess category.)

"The sky and the earth will last forever, and this game will never end!" The white-headed old man sighed and scattered his fingers to the chess game. There was a flower in front of him. He returned to the original game again. It was still a game between the people in blue and black.

The chess game has not changed much, and Shi Ba's eyes quickly locked the corner of the game.

It was a robbery.

The new white chess is just a little small in scale. But there is still no win.

If Black Chess insists on killing, Shi Ba still feels that he can kill the White Chess.

However, Shiba now knows that according to the rules of the immortals, it means that black chess will face a "havostrophe" after N steps, and it will die once, and there will be no one left.

In this way, what black chess should consider should be how to maintain enough advantages under the premise of maintaining the chess game.

In the specific way of the robbery that comes out in front of him, how should he win or lose the robbery?

Shi Bayi swept the whole chess game and found that the black chess was almost connected. Although he has just come into contact with the rules of immortals, Shi Ba intuitively feels that the chess pieces cannot be connected, otherwise he will hang himself on a tree sooner or later. Chess players need to consider not only the pieces on the board, but also the "space" on the board. Only by ensuring enough "space" can the chess game avoid the "catastrophe".

This is a brand-new experience for Shiba. After simulating a few steps in his mind, he felt a little dizzy. For a while, it was difficult to get used to the strange way of thinking of immortals.

At this time, the man in blue said, "Ha ha, brother, I'm sorry! This robbery, it seems that you have to let me!"

The man in black is silent and his face is not good-looking.

"Ha ha, it's okay. It's just a small disaster. It's just a small robbery. As long as it's not a catastrophe! It's not a catastrophe!" The white-headed old man laughed. It's like making a round.

At this time, an auspicious cloud floated in the sky. A bald old man with white eyebrows and a white crane appeared in the clouds.

At a glance, the breath of the white crane is extremely powerful, and the smell of the old man is extraordinary and looming, probably only one line worse than the previous three people.

"Master! Pick up the Taoist's visit!" The bald old man asked the white-headed old man for instructions.

"It's not early, and the two brothers don't like going to have tea! How about choosing a day to follow the market?" The white-headed old man smiled.

The man in black stood up when he heard the sound and pointed to the chess game. Connecting to the stone table, it disappeared.

"Little friend! See you later!"

In a blink of an eye, the three disappeared.

Shi Ba sat in place, blowing the mountain wind, and was stunned for a long time. I went back to the Eastern Han Dynasty. He suddenly felt that it was necessary to discuss the matter of the gods with the insider. Mr. Fei, Huang Chengyan, or Wang Ling, or Huang Lao Yaoshi, or Xuanwu Dazun, any one is OK.

Xuanwu: "God? The sons of Yin Shang, kill my clan and humiliate my body. It should have been destroyed long ago!"

Xuanwu seemed to recall some very bad memories, and his face was quite angry.

Fei Changfang: "Fengshen... I have a pulse. At that time, there was also a partial talent!"

Huang Chengyan: "God?" It's hard to say. Ha ha. It's hard to say."

Wang Ling: "God? I seem to have seen the record somewhere. Where is it?"

Wang Ling thought for a while: "Yes! The original owner of this cave is the man when he became a god... Er, a monk. According to the current statement: demon.

At that time, their master passed through the sky and issued a decree to ask them to keep a close look at the door and practice behind closed doors. Don't go out and make trouble. In order to avoid robbery."

"Can you avoid staying at home? Speaking of which, what is robbery? If it's really just something that monks have to face at a certain stage of cultivation, why should they be robbed at the same time? Did their realm of practice reach the level of disaster at the same time? Or can the abery be contagious like an infectious disease?

"These are two completely different dooms that are confused!" Wang Ling sighed, "Personal disaster is like the cocoon of a butterfly. Only by breaking the cocoon can you become a butterfly. The disaster of the gods is not a personal disaster, but the disaster of heaven and earth.

"Thousands of monks at that time. However, the aura between heaven and earth has become thinner and thinner at that time.

Even the monks who are least good at calculating can simply calculate according to the reserves of aura at that time and the aura consumption speed of the monks at that time. In less than a hundred years, those few aura herbs and elixirs will be consumed by them. Subsequently, the monsman world will have to face a 3,000-year period of aura exhaustion!

Even if they are dedicated to maintenance and do nothing from now on, there are only a few great powers who can survive such a long period of exhaustion.

And what they have to do is not just survive this period of time. They must show their divine power from time to time to maintain their influence in the world, continue their Taoism, and make adequate preparations for the growth and development of the next era.

The best way to continue the Taoism and maintain influence is to make people become immortals from time to time. The interval of the period is limited to 500 years. If there are no examples of the deeds of immortals for more than 500 years, their influence will completely dissipate in the memory of mortals.

This means that they must keep at least six or more aura shares of mortals to become immortals.

This is the strategic reserve of Reiki.

This is just a guarantee. There are more things they need to deal with. For example, maintain the stability and balance of heaven and earth. That requires a large amount of reserves for a rainy day.

In a word, there must be a monk to rob. Only enough monks died. Only then can they effectively reduce the consumption of aura, so that the remaining monks can successfully spend the next three thousand years and welcome the next round of spiritual spring.

Wang Ling took a deep breath and continued: "At that time, there were other rumors among the monks that the highest masters had reached an additional agreement in addition to the disaster.

At that time, the greatest power in the monsian world was Tongtian. The monks under his hands are known as the power seventy-two, the small power three thousand, and the other unnamed ones are tens of millions. His two brothers are not as much as his. Therefore, even if his brother destroys the family, it is not enough to fill a gap in the spiritual crisis.

And if their brothers and brothers are exterminated, the rest of the sky will be infighting. And the master of Tongtian would rather be a disciple than see his disciples hurt their feelings.

After all, there will never be a real end to the world. Three thousand years later, it will be another spring..."

Farewell to the King's Mausoleum, Shi Ba returned to the God. Wang Ling said too much. He had some indigestion and his thoughts were flying in his mind. After cleaning, there were only four words left: "Energy crisis".

The last four words also scan out the consciousness area. Shi Ba began the journey of the gods.

The down-to-earth first step: fighting monsters and practicing.

At this time, he was stunned to find a question that he had ignored for a long time: he had no experience in fighting monsters.

This problem, in the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty, is not a big problem (for the time being), because those two roles are both 99-level full-level.

It's not a problem in the wilderness, because although there is no reason, the curse is invalid, and he can upgrade his experience as usual.

But here, the curse is effective. The terrible thing is that he is here as a new character. The level is zero.

If you can't upgrade.

There is no way to play!