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Chapter 101 Bad Habits

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    Well, it¡¯s actually Zhenlong Chess Game, it really does exist.

    Originally, there was indeed no such thing, but later, a group of bigwigs made a move, and the Zhenlong chess game was really restored.

    In the game, there is not only the largest back-to-back boots in history, but also coups such as golden rooster independence, mouse stealing oil, etc., are interlocking. Not to mention the extremely complicated situation, any "master" will definitely have no chance of winning.

    Especially like the old ghosts, the spirit of killing and attacking is ready to come out, going forward without attacking but not defending.  When I wake up and understand the true meaning of Kanglong Yougui, I will put myself to death first, and then come back to life, so that I can turn things around in one fell swoop.

    Previously, he had played three chess games in a row, with different tactics in each game, some were extremely defensive, and some were slanted forward with swords, but every time the old ghost responded with the same strategy, he was full of murderous aura, and he was extremely stubborn.

    In this way, Qin Yang dared to be sure that he would definitely be trapped in the last game.

    Some things are easy to say, but if you don't say it, you have to think about it for ten thousand years.

    "Senior, can you let me go now? With this chess game here, senior can pass the time well, and junior is useless here." Qin Yang asked tentatively.

    As for the treasures given after losing chess, Qin Yang didn't mention it at all

    This old ghost is obsessed with chess, if there is something that just scratches his itchy place and dangles his appetite, he might have turned the table after losing chess.

    In contrast, the ominous dead soul I saw when I first came in was simply a simple and cute treasure-giving boy

    This one in front of me is the great terror!

    He only has chess in his eyes, he doesn't care whether Qin Yang is alive or dead, just like an ant on the side of the road, no one cares whether he is trampled to death when passing by.

    This is much scarier than those guys who are inherently malicious.

    Because how and when one might die is completely unpredictable.

    Qin Yang just wanted to leave here quickly, and when he saw those mausoleums that looked like soft persimmons in the future, he would definitely take a detour without saying a word.

    "Well, you are also going to the old mausoleum inside, right?" The old ghost stared at the chessboard without raising his head, and he seemed to be unconsciously talking to himself: "There are many strange things here, no matter the living or the dead.  , there is no good end, you can do it yourself, there are very few juniors in the sect who can make the old man pleasing to the eye, so don't die here."

    "Huh?" Qin Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then he had a bad premonition: "Senior, I think this"

    Before Qin Yang finished speaking, he saw the old ghost stretch out his hand, and the divine light gushed out, instantly enveloping Qin Yang, and with a whoosh, it turned into a black light, which flew over ten miles in an instant.

    In the black divine light, there are layers of dao patterns, enveloping Qin Yang, and rampaging all the way. The thick dead air in midair, transformed into a huge skeleton with a height of one thousand feet, opened its mouth to swallow the black light, but was pierced by the black light in an instant  .

    Over a mausoleum, phantoms floated, turning into a pair of cold and numb black eyes, but disappeared immediately after seeing the black light.

    The restrictions encountered were also pierced by the black light, and instantly collapsed.

    All of a sudden, in the ancestral tomb, demons danced wildly, chickens flew and dogs jumped, and visions appeared in all the majestic and terrifying mausoleums.

    It's just that the ominous dead souls there seem to know who the owner of the black light is, and they just glanced at it, and all of them fell into silence in an instant.

    Not long after, Wu Guangfei fled thousands of miles away and landed on the edge of a desert.

    The divine light collapsed, revealing Qin Yang's figure.

    Qin Yang's face was dull, and he muttered to himself: "I think there is a misunderstanding, senior, you are thinking about it, I want to leave the ancestral tomb, not come here"

    "Who the hell wants to come here!"

    When he regained his senses, Qin Yang jumped angrily, gritted his steel teeth, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently, his face almost turned green.

    Who is it!  What a bad habit!  Why don't you listen to what people have to say!

    What are you making a claim for?

    thank you!  I thank your ancestors for one hundred and eighty generations!

    Qin Yang stood where he was, his lungs were about to explode. Do these dead ghosts know that the Sacred Stone Sect keeps sending people to the mausoleum of that old man?

    However, who is really going to help the duo of dog and man, get some treasures, get some information.

    The purpose of coming here is to get rid of the golden cicada's shell, so that it can "die" completely, and the "death" is beyond doubt.After the work is done, do what you like, whoever really wants to come to this old mausoleum to die!

    After coming to the ancestral tomb, I really want to meet some seniors who have a better temper, sleep soundly, and will not suddenly jump up and strangle people to death.

    But it¡¯s not really about money or life, it¡¯s a little bit dangerous, you can try it, if you are sure to die, whoever wants to go will go.

    Standing on the edge of the desert, Qin Yang took out a crystal of Yimu Jingqi and put it under his tongue to replenish the vitality in his body that was consumed by the dense dead energy around him. After a long time, he let out a long sigh full of melancholy.

    There is a piece of yellow sand in front of me, and the land is extremely flat, which is completely different from other mausoleums I have seen before.

    And here is the end point marked on the map, the old tomb of the magic stone saint.

    Qin Yang knelt down, grabbed a handful of yellow sand and looked it up in his hands. The yellow sand was glowing with gold, and contained metal in it, with a hint of sharp and violent aura. When he grasped it in his hand, he could faintly feel like a needle prick.  People, if you dare to reach out and grab the yellow sand here, your palms will become bloody in an instant.

    There used to be mountains here, but there was Yuanci Jinsha raging here, and the mountains were strangled and smashed long ago, turning them into deserts.

    Yuanci Jinsha is not afraid, he has cultivated the Naxi magic method of hardware, and Yuanci Jinsha can't hurt him. As for the metal magic weapon, its power is greatly reduced here, so it doesn't matter. The only metal magic weapon in his hand is a walking magic weapon  Flying Fish Sword.

    Qin Yang stood on the spot, pondering for a long time, quite in a dilemma.

    Let's go back, I flew all the way just now, but I woke up a lot of strange things, who knows what I will encounter when I turn back now.

    However, if you continue to move forward and enter this desert, the danger inside may not be small.

    "Hoo"

    Just when Qin Yang hadn't figured out what to do next, there was a sudden wind.

    A ray of golden wind drifted across the desert, and in an instant, a strong wind blew up in the desert, and the yellow sand was swept by the strong wind, but in just a dozen breaths, the desert was shrouded in sandstorms, and you couldn't see your fingers.

    Bursts of sharp and unpleasant sounds, like the sound of metal rubbing, resounded through the sky and the earth. When the grains of yellow sand, engulfed by the strong wind, rushed to Qin Yang's body, they made a burst of tinkling sound.

    Qin Yang frowned, and secretly operated the Naxi magic method of hardware, a layer of golden light covered the body surface, keeping all the golden sand out.

    ? Sandstorms come quickly and go even faster, in just one stick of incense time.

    The sky was full of golden sand, falling rapidly, and the originally flat desert turned into a stretch of rolling hills.

    Suddenly, Qin Yang's expression moved, and he raised his eyes to look, but saw that in the desert, it seemed that because of the change just now, something that was originally buried under the yellow sand was exposed.

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