Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

The old man transformed from white clouds, with his hands behind his back and a figure as tall as a mountain, stood quietly in front of Yunfeng.

His eyes were deep, as if containing endless wisdom, and also carried a hint of imperceptible expectation.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty: "This third level is called 'Chess Game'."

He paused and looked over Yunfeng, as if examining his heart.

Yun Feng felt the pressure from the old man's gaze, and his heart trembled, so he listened more carefully.

The old man continued, "You and I will use the world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces to play a game of chess that will last forever."

The Lord of Phantom Sky observed all this, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He thought to himself: "This kid is really... ingenious."

He had already vaguely guessed Bai Yun's intention. He instilled his own memories into Yun Feng, replicated his own life experiences on Yun Feng, and even the tests were exactly the same. Bai Yun wanted to shape Yun Feng into another self!

The Lord of Phantom Void understood that playing against himself was the best way to discover his own shortcomings.

By constantly playing games and perfecting your own layout, you can avoid many mistakes when playing against your real self, thereby making rapid progress and having the possibility of defeating yourself in the next ten thousand years.

"What a great chess game!"

The Illusionary Lord could not help but exclaim in admiration, his eyes full of anticipation.

"I want to see what tricks you can come up with."

Baiyun and Yunfeng began a long game of chess in the Nine-Layered Illusion Tower.

Bai Yun does not have the power to create a small world at will like the Lord of Illusion, but he has the Nine-Layered Illusion Tower.

For Yun Feng, who has little strength, this nine-layer illusion tower is so real that it makes him immersed in it and unable to detect the truth.

Time passed by unknowingly, and Yunfeng grew rapidly through repeated illusion trials.

At first, he always suffered a miserable defeat when facing Bai Yun in chess games, like a small boat in a storm, unable to defend himself at all.

As time went by, his chess skills gradually improved and his defeat gradually narrowed, from being completely defeated to barely holding on, and finally to a draw with Baiyun.

Despite this, he never beat Baiyun once.

Thousands of years passed by quietly like the sand in an hourglass.

During this long game, Bai Yun is constantly improving in the game with "himself", his mind becomes more stable and his sophistication becomes more profound.

Bai Yun slowly began to comprehend the intentions of the Lord of Illusion and also understood the true meaning of this chess game.

He is no longer a passive chess piece, but wants to become the real chess player and start to control his own destiny.

……

Finally, Bai Yun walked out of the Nine-Layered Illusion Tower, his eyes full of confidence and determination.

He looked at the Lord of Illusionary Space and said slowly, "Master, I'm sorry to have waited for a long time. Next, let's continue!"

The Lord of Illusionary Space had a gleam in his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay! Let me see how far you can go!"

The eyes of Baiyun and Huankong Lord met again on the huge chessboard.

Yunfeng’s three-view test in the Nine-Layered Illusion Tower finally came to an end.

A look of satisfaction appeared on Bai Yun's face. He nodded slightly, as if approving of Yun Feng's performance in the trial.

Then, he raised his right hand, slightly opened his five fingers, and two bright rays of light burst out from his fingertips, like two meteors streaking across the sky and flying straight into Yunfeng's body.

The two rays of light, one bright and one dark, complement each other and contain powerful energy fluctuations.

"Yunfeng,"

The voice of the white cloud was deep and rich, echoing in Yunfeng's ears like a huge bell.

"These are the two god-level martial spirits I seized from the ancient strongmen, the Angel of Light Martial Spirit and the Angel of Darkness Martial Spirit. Today, I will give them to you, and I hope you can make good use of them."

The Light Angel Martial Spirit and the Dark Angel Martial Spirit are rare top-level martial spirits in the world, possessing the power to destroy the world.

The Angel of Light martial spirit represents light and justice, and possesses powerful healing abilities and divine attack power;

The Dark Angel Martial Spirit represents darkness and destruction, and possesses powerful control capabilities and dark attribute attack power.

The emergence of twin martial souls indicates that Yun Feng will possess more powerful strength than ordinary people.

Yun Feng, who had obtained two god-level martial spirits, had made a qualitative leap in strength. The soul power in his body was like a surging river, surging and unstoppable.

In a short period of time, his soul power level improved by leaps and bounds, and finally broke through to the Titled Douluo realm.

Titled Douluo is the supreme being on the Canglan Continent, possessing the power to destroy the world.

Yun Feng felt the surging soul power in his body, and a raging fire of revenge burned in his heart.

He clenched his fists, looked into the distance with a firm gaze, and secretly swore in his heart that he would kill his enemy Youming with his own hands and avenge his dead brothers and friends.

He resolutely embarked on the journey of hunting down Youming, and his figure disappeared into the night.

The Illusionary Lord looked at Yun Feng's departing back, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He said calmly, "He's a very good boy, but it's a pity that he only passed the sixth level of the Nine-Layered Illusionary Tower. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking him in as a registered disciple."

"Master, this is my disciple, please don't snatch it from me."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yun laughed out loud, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Haha, it's my turn next."

The Lord of Illusion also laughed, and he snapped his fingers. A stream of light shot out, and on the way of escape to the underworld, an ancient and mysterious site appeared out of thin air.

This site is full of ancient atmosphere, as if it has existed forever, witnessing the changes of countless years.

Youming, who was being chased by Yunfeng and had nowhere to go, accidentally entered this ruins.

Inside the ruins, there are dangers lurking on every side and traps lurking everywhere. If you are not careful, you will die.

However, behind all these dangers, there are huge opportunities hidden.

After going through numerous tests, Youming finally obtained a set of supreme magic skills called "Soul Seed".

This set of "Soul Seed" skills is extremely evil and vicious. It can condense one's own soul into a soul seed, plant it into the consciousness of others, subtly change their personality, and make them under one's control, becoming one's puppet.

Youming escaped from the ruins, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes, and a vicious plan was brewing in his mind.

He secretly captured Yun Feng's parents and wife, and planted the condensed soul seeds into their sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon learning that his parents, wife and children had been captured, Yun Feng was extremely anxious and immediately rushed to rescue them.

A fierce battle broke out. Youming was no match for Yunfeng's powerful attack and had to flee again.

However, this time, there was a hint of a successful smile on his face, because he knew that his plan was already half successful.

A few months later, Yun Feng and You Ming met again. When the fierce battle was in full swing, Yun Feng was suddenly attacked by his parents and wife.

Caught off guard, he was seriously injured and eventually killed by Youming.

Yunfeng fell and his soul returned to the heaven.

On the chessboard, the chess piece representing Yunfeng shattered into pieces.

Bai Yun's face was calm, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and brushed across the chessboard, turning the broken chess pieces into powder.

"you lose."

The voice of the Lord of Phantom Sky sounded in Bai Yun's ears, with a hint of imperceptible admiration.

Bai Yun smiled slightly and shook his head: "I know, but this is just the beginning..."

The Illusionary Lord raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh? It seems that you have some insights. Tell me about it?"

"I lost because my planning was not far-sighted enough and my grasp of people's hearts was not accurate enough."

Bai Yun frankly admitted his shortcomings, "But I have not gained nothing. At least, I have understood the true meaning of this game of chess."

The Illusionary Lord laughed and clapped his hands: "Not bad! You have truly become a chess player, not a chess piece at the mercy of others! Although you lost the first game, you have taken the most important step."

Bai Yun stood up and bowed deeply to the Lord of Illusionary Space: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

"No need to be polite."

The Illusionary Lord was in a good mood. "Although you lost the first game, you still have a chance to turn the tables. However, this requires a longer-term vision and a more sophisticated layout. Do you want to take a break before starting the second game?"

A gleam of determination flashed in Bai Yun's eyes: "No need to rest, I want to start the second round now!"