When Master enters Beiliang, all gods on land bow their heads!

Su Xinghe waved his hand and said.

The eight friends of Hangu had already realized the strangeness, said "yes", and then stepped forward to drag him away.

"no no!"

At this moment, another voice sounded.

The originally pleasant and magnetic voice of the young man was full of panic, anger, and even a little madness!

"Ok?"

"This person is... Murong Fu from the Murong family in Gusu?"

Su Xinghe frowned, and looked at the white-clothed man who suddenly lost control and began to attack the surrounding air indiscriminately.

"I am a descendant of Dayan, and I have the mission to revive Dayan!"

"You are all my subjects, do you want to offend your superiors today!"

Murong Fu, who was so handsome and unparalleled, looked a bit mad at this moment.

His hands are constantly waving, making moves around!

boom!

boom!

The powerful palm punched the surrounding pine trees riddled with holes.

And Xu Weixiong and others standing on the edge of the chess game may be accidentally injured by Murong Fu's palm at any time!

"Well, it seems that Gusu Murong has not escaped the control of desire."

Su Xinghe sighed.

From Murong Fu's self-talk just now, Su Xinghe can be considered to have pieced together a general idea.

As a descendant of Dayan, Murong Fu even used the word "Fu" in his name.

It is to make him think about the possibility of reviving Dayan day and night.

And Murong Fu should be in the illusion of the Zhenlong chess game, seeing himself day and night, thinking hard about the hope of revival of Dayan shattered.

It was only then that his mood collapsed, so that he fell into the danger of becoming obsessed.

"If you let him go crazy, the others may be accidentally injured by Murong Fu, so stop him!"

With Su Xinghe's order, the Eight Friends of Hangu rushed to Murong Fu!

"Ho, ho..."

Although his sanity is not clear, Murong Fu, who is on the verge of going crazy, his strength is more than three or four times stronger than usual.

Originally, Hangu Bayou was inferior to Murong Fu in martial arts, and wanted to stop Murong Fu, but was almost injured by Murong Fu several times!

laugh--

Seeing that Murong Fu was about to lose control, Su Xinghe flicked a few ordinary chess pieces hidden in his sleeves.

Hit all the acupuncture points on Murong Fu's body.

Murong Fu groaned and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Take him down."

Su Xinghe who restrained Murong Fu waved his hand.

"Yes."

Hangu Bayou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and followed his words.

Su Xinghe sighed.

"Who will be next?"

As soon as the words fell, another person beside the chessboard began to tremble!

……

"Hahahaha... I have sneaked into Shaolin Temple for many years, and I have mastered Shaolin 72 stunts."

"With the addition of Xiao Wuxiang Gong, who else in the world is my opponent?"

Wearing a Tubo cassock, Jiumozhi is tall and bright-eyed.

Laughing wantonly in the darkness.

Is doing the dream of unifying Buddhism in the world.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

"Who!"

Jiumozhi turned pale with shock, and frantically looked around.

"Master Jiumozhi, you are greedy and steal the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, but you can't master the 72 unique skills."

"Now that your body is terminally ill, the only way to survive is to abolish your martial arts."

"Otherwise, even the Immortal Da Luo will be unable to save him once he goes mad."

The old voice continued.

"What nonsense!"

After hearing this, Jiumozhi was both shocked and angry.

The reason why he was surprised was because he thought that no one knew about his behavior of stealing his teacher, but he was seen by others one by one.

The anger is because of the "absurd words" said by that voice that he is about to go mad.

While the voice was persuading him, Jiumozhi kept turning his head, looking for the direction of the voice.

"It doesn't matter who you are playing tricks in front of the poor monk, today the poor monk wants you to never utter wild words again!"

The moment he locked the "direction" of the voice, Jiumozhi mobilized his whole body's power, and the thunder struck into the darkness!

"Hey, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore is right when you turn back."

The old voice sighed, followed by a hum, and the melodious sound of Buddhism sounded.

In the darkness, there was a golden light!

"This is……"

Jiumozhi only heard a dragon chant, and in the darkness before his eyes, a golden dragon flew out along with the sound of Buddhism.

Hit yourself in one fell swoop!

"Pfft!"

Jiumozhi's eyes widened in disbelief, his body was like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground!

……

"Wow!"

Deaf and dumb, Jiumozhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, he fell heavily on his back.

"Master, another one fell."

After watching for less than three hours, Zhenlong's chess game fell into another "tragedy situation".

The Eight Friends of Hangu, who have long been familiar with the strangeness, said to Su Xinghe.

"Well, it seems that monks are not without desires."

Su Xinghe sighed.

After Murong Fu, Duan Yu, the eldest son of Dali, Xuannan, an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple.

There are also Hua Wuque from the Yihua Palace of the Ming Dynasty, and Xiao Yuer from the Evil Man's Valley, who have also fallen into the illusion of the Zhenlong chess game and cannot extricate themselves.

And they had to withdraw from the battle to crack the Zhenlong chess game.

Because of his deep desire, Jiumozhi was backlashed by the illusion, and suffered more serious injuries than Murong Fu!

"Now, the only one who can break Zhenlong's game is the Second Princess of Beiliang."

Su Xinghe murmured, looking at the still standing beside the chessboard.

His eyes were closed and his whole body was tense, as if Xu Weixiong was trying his best to resist something.

Although Xu Weixiong was a little later than Hua Wuque and others, she has since fallen into the illusion of Zhenlong chess game.

The reaction was slightly better than that of Murong Fu and the others.

Su Xinghe, who is known as Mr. Congbian, can tell at a glance that Xu Weixiong is a determined person, and her chess skills are by no means inferior to Hua Wuque and others.

With Murong Fu and others losing one after another, Xu Weixiong also became Su Xinghe's only hope.

"Humph."

At this moment, Xu Weixiong suddenly swayed and frowned.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of blood flowed slowly down the corner of Xu Weixiong's mouth!

"Sorry, Mr. Su, I lost this game."

Xu Weixiong slowly opened his eyes, his originally clear eyes were a bit dim at the moment.

His face became even paler.

"How could..."

Seeing that Xu Weixiong was also defeated, Su Xinghe was surprised.

Thinking of the picture he saw in the illusion just now, Xu Weixiong couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

The white horse and the silver spear, except for the "Little Man Tu" Chen Zhibao whose reputation in Beiliang is only lower than that of Beiliang King Xu Xiao.

Who else could it be?

In Xu Weixiong's illusion, Xu Weixiong saw Chen Zhibao carrying "plum wine" and killing his father Ye Baikui with a single shot.

But under his anger, he proposed to compete with Chen Zhibao in the art of war.

But it was also defeated by Chen Zhibao!

When Xu Weixiong vomited blood and struggled to wake up from the illusion, she knew that she had lost!

"This Zhenlong chess game is really full of murderous intentions. My mood is not stable enough, and my chess skills need to be honed."

"Maybe in another 20 years, if I come to this valley again, I will have a chance to solve this Zhenlong chess game."

Xu Weixiong said slowly.

Su Xinghe frowned and shook his head.

"20 years... Even if it's less than 20 years."

"Could it be that there is really no one in the world who can break this Zhenlong chess game?"

Su Xinghe's voice sounded as if he had aged a bit.

Xu Weixiong and the others felt strange.

Hua Wuque, the son of Yihua Palace, has a kind heart, seeing Su Xinghe's dejected look.

I couldn't help but wanted to go forward and ask, to see if I had any other ways to help Su Xinghe.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came along the path.

"This Zhenlong chess game, can you let me try it next time?"

Everyone heard the clear and pleasant voice, and couldn't help turning their heads to look.

I saw a handsome young man wearing a black gauze cap and white clothes.

With a body like jade, she stepped on the moon in full view.

"The solemnity is like the wind under the pine, and the rocks are like the independence of a lonely pine."