I'm invincible when I hang up / ghosts

Although his heart was full of anger, he played against him round after round like a donkey.

In my mind, there is only one thought: beat him!

Even, completely immersed in the chess game, forgetting everything around and the change of time.

"continue."

"Come again."

"I still don't believe it, come again!"

……

In the dark Promise Wonderland, my angry screams echoed.

The monk in front of him kept a kind smile all the time, his body was full of golden light, his treasure was solemn, and he didn't look angry at all.

It's just replaying the chessboard again and again, and then checkmate me.

I don't know how many rounds were played.

I looked at the chessboard dejectedly, and... there was only one last move left.

"In this round, do you surrender or continue?"

The monk clasped his hands together and looked at me with a smile on his face.

I gritted my teeth, picked up the chess pieces, and placed them: "I didn't admit defeat."

The monk nodded: "Courage is commendable."

Then, checkmate me again.

I gritted my teeth fiercely and looked at the monk angrily: "Come again!"

The monk smiled slightly, waved his hand, and the game resumed.

Chess game, start again.

Game after game, my chess skills have also improved invisibly. The most important thing is that I have also explored some of the monk's chess routines.

But, I don't know why.

The monk in front of me gave me an unfathomable and ever-changing feeling.

It's that kind of elusive and clear, like a firefly in the sky, I can clearly see it, and even see the trajectory of its movement, but when I reach out to catch it, it comes to nothing.

Whenever I thought that I was about to win this monk, the monk's routine changed drastically, completely confusing me.

Like an antelope hanging its horns, a hearse suddenly drifted in the air, directly turning the situation that I was supposed to win against the wind.

This feeling, don't mention it.

One game, then another.

In an environment like the Promise Wonderland, time really becomes extremely blurred.

Even, all senses will be weakened to an extremely terrifying point.

I don't know how many rounds were played.

I completely collapsed on the stone bench, scratching my head fiercely with both hands: "It's the last step again, it's the last step again."

In this chess game, there is one more move, and the monk has to checkmate him again.

really.

Not surprisingly.

The monk clasped his hands together and smiled kindly at me: "One more step, one more change, you, do you want to give up?"

I glanced at the monk, silent, no answer.

Then, he stared at the chess pieces on the chessboard.

Should not be.

There must be a turning point.

Even if this monk is idle, he can't be more patient than me, right?

Checkmate me again and again, and then say these words again and again, how can he have such patience?

Even if you abuse my dish, you have to change the method, right?

I stared at the chess game closely, and every move before this game was silently reappearing in my mind.

hum!

In a trance, a golden light flashed in front of my eyes.

Like a movie, on the chessboard in front of him, chess pieces appeared one by one, and then flew up on the chessboard, outlined with golden light, falling one by one, and then disappearing one by one.

This scene is exactly the scene of playing chess before this game.

Like a dream, soon, the golden light on the chessboard gradually dimmed, all the virtual chess pieces disappeared, and the chessboard returned to the situation on the real chessboard again.

"Now, have you thought about it?"

In the ear, the gentle voice of the monk sounded, and he had such a calm tone from the beginning to the end.

I took a deep breath, and an idea popped into my head, but I couldn't be sure.

However, there is only one chance.

I looked up, looked at the monk, nodded, and said with a smile, "Thought it out."

The monk smiled slightly: "Then, continue."

boom!

As soon as I finished speaking, with a thought, the power of the magic blood burst out, and the strange purple light instantly enveloped my whole body.

With all my strength gathered in my right hand, I slammed it down on the chessboard.

bang!

The chessboard shattered, and the chess pieces on it flew out.

"I flipped the chessboard, so I don't need to play this game. How can I win or lose?" My eyes turned purple, staring at the monk in front of me.

The monk looked at the empty stone table without any emotional change.

half an hour.

He straightened up and smiled kindly at me: "You, you won."

what? !

At that time, I was taken aback.

Bet right?

The monk smiled leisurely and put his hands together: "Everyone in the world is dreaming, who wakes up alone? It's just like that."

Then, he stood up and pointed to his surroundings: "You are broken and then erected, the poor monk is also broken and then erected, Duan Ya is also broken and then erected, this common man is also broken and then erected, if you do not break, you will not stand, if you do not break, you will lose If it is not broken, there will be no change, and if you take one more step, it will be a step to break the situation!"

"who are you?"

When I heard the monk's words, I felt my brain was buzzing. It was a strange feeling, and I had a feeling of vague understanding.

However, I am more curious about this monk.

I have seen him in the vortex of Huanyang.

Now, even seeing him in this infinite wonderland.

Play chess with me, clean me up, and say a bunch of things that I half understand.

Said he was idle?

How can it be?

The second before I flipped the chessboard, I wasn't sure if the thought in my mind was true or not.

But, now that he said it, I'm sure.

The appearance of this monk should guide me, lead me out of this last step of breaking the situation!

The monk was shining with golden light all over his body, and his treasure was solemn. He bowed to me with his hands clasped together, raised his head and said with a smile, "Poor monk, Ksitigarbha."

Chapter 1228 Mao Jiuying, Mountain and River Kyushu Ding!

"Ksitigarbha?!"

My mind was blank at the time.

He stared dumbfounded at the monk in front of him who was covered in golden light.

How can it be!

During the first Yin-Yang catastrophe, he, wasn't he already killed?

Why does it still appear in the sun-returning vortex?

Why does it appear here again?

Also, how did he guide me?

The big boss in the final decisive battle of the first Yin-Yang catastrophe has been hiding in the Yang-returning vortex. Now that the second Yin-Yang catastrophe is coming, he ran out to guide me?

What is the purpose?

Doubts flooded into my mind one by one.

The Ksitigarbha King in front of me seemed to see through my thoughts, and smiled slightly: "You are very confused, why is the poor monk alive? Why is the poor monk here again, to help you?"

I nodded dumbly, but didn't answer his words.

If the monk in front of me is really Ksitigarbha, then whether he is helping me or harming me is open to question.

Ksitigarbha spread his palms together, and waved his right hand at the stone table in front of him.

The golden light swept across the stone table.

The chess pieces that I shattered appeared on the table again: "Poor monk, I just asked you to play chess."

"Bullshit!"

I stood up abruptly, staring angrily at Ksitigarbha in front of me: "What is your purpose?"

At that time, my mind was buzzing with doubts and tossing, and I was completely irrational and suppressed.

The easiest way is to ask directly.

Yin Tianzi Duan Ya sent me to Wuji Wonderland, because my fate overlapped with his, and I was calculated, so he sent me to this place, separated the overlapping fate again, and got rid of the mastermind behind the scenes. calculating.

But now, Ksitigarbha is in front of me.

This kind of thing, don't mention me, even if Duan Ya, the son of Yin Tian, ​​would be hairy and lose his mind if he encounters it.

Ksitigarbha's face was still calm, and he smiled warmly: "The poor monk will guide you, guide you to stand up after breaking down, and guide you to win this second yin and yang catastrophe."

"Fuck off!"

I shattered the chessboard and chess pieces on the table again with my palm: "You caused the first Yin-Yang catastrophe, but now you come to help me in the second Yin-Yang catastrophe? There will be no first Yin-Yang catastrophe!"

"The poor monk has also been calculated."

Ksitigarbha smiled bitterly: "If you don't believe it, there is someone you should believe in."

Who?

I frowned and fell silent.

It was at this time.

Ksitigarbha made calculations with his right hand, then turned his head to look in one direction: "It's almost time to come."

I looked in the direction he was looking at.

It was still pitch black there, and nothing could be seen clearly.

But the Ksitigarbha King beside him seemed to be able to see it.