Chapter 217: Lack of land

Bubbles of different sizes and sizes come out from the ground in a strange way, rise to the air, and then disappear slowly and strangely. It looks disorganized and there is no law at all.
The pedestrian stopped and nervously looked at the bubbles around him, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
Ye Chuan first carefully looked around, after a while, slowly closed his eyes. For a long time, the voice rang in the ear of the fat man Zhao Dazhi. "Fat, walk three steps left, then go straight seven steps."
"Yes, Master, you must hurry up, don't let go."
The fat teeth are squeaky, taking the first step on the scalp, then the second step, the third step..., the others are holding hands and keeping up. After several bubbles passed by, the fat man almost slammed into it, but every time the key moment Ye Chuan shot his bloated body. A clouded disciple walking in the middle of the team was not so lucky. When he accidentally bumped into a bubble, his eyes were swallowed and disappeared. The two disciples couldn’t help themselves.
"I counted seven times, straight ahead, how fast I ran, and stopped in the white area ahead."
Ye Chuan has been closing his eyes and using his heart to sense the law of the bubbles. The sound is ringing again in people's ears, indicating how to go next. When you say a word, you start counting down.
More than 20 Yunzi disciples, running hand in hand.
When Ye Chuan counted to ‘one’, there were three cloud sects who fell behind and did not step on the white field. A string of bubbles suddenly popped out of the ground and swallowed all three of them in a flash.
The fat man and Zhu Sijia and others were discolored on their faces, their hands and feet were cold, and they were undecided. Only Ye Chuan was calm and self-conscious, and he felt it for a while, and the cold voice rang again.
In the palace covered with fog, there are small things such as swords, wristbands and ornaments left by the forerunners. Xuantingmen, Wuyimen disciples and many scattered practitioners who first came in, I don’t know how many people died here.
Ye Chuan closes his eyes, but his spirit is more active than ever, and he carefully senses the destruction of each bubble. Under his command, the group went forward with a chestnut chest, and after successfully passing through this air-distorted and torn zone, there were only 21 people left in the group, and there were seven cloud-colored disciples disappearing. There is no trace of the film. Without waiting for the fat man in front of him to breathe a sigh of relief, a huge bubble rushed in and swallowed a line of twenty-one people.
After a while, the group of people came to a strange world.
The sky was filled with fog, and there was a deep ditch under the feet. There were standing stone carvings hundreds of meters high, or holding long rifles, or holding the epee, one by one cold and murderous. People counted a total of forty-two stone carvings, divided into red and black. Above the head is a huge light curtain that reflects everything on the ground. The whole world is quiet, you can hear your breathing, like a gloomy grave. There is another embarrassing pressure in the air. Everyone feels that the power fluctuations in the body suffer from a congenital suppression, and the power is not even one tenth of the usual.
"What is this place?"
"Are we dead? Or is this the world inside the bubble?"
......
The surviving cloud sects were screaming and screaming. Fear is spreading and intensifying in the crowd like a plague, making people more and more uneasy.
"This is not a bubble world, it is a huge chessboard, we...and now stand on a ghost king board."
Ye Chuan’s faint voice rang in people’s ears and slowly opened his eyes.
In the air, the coldness of the ice is full of ghosts, the air is very cold, but it is not a common cold, but a coldness that cannot be said. It is not winter, nor wind, but it is cold. The elite of the five monks can't resist the body. This kind of cold, cloud sect disciples have never felt, Ye Chuan is no stranger. In the previous life, he swayed a similar murderous domain, the ghost house of a generation of ghost kings.
Before, when Shen Shen infiltrated and explored, Ye Chuan was only a little suspicious. Now, he can be sure that this is really a chessboard, a huge, and dangerous King of the Ghost, and the huge stone carvings around him are the pieces of the red and the black. If you want to get out of this place, you must break this endgame.
The light curtain on the top of the head suddenly lit up, and the red stone carvings shook slightly. Without waiting for everyone to look carefully, this game has already been triggered.
"Spread out, stand on a stone sculpture, move fast!"
Ye Chuan suddenly flew back and retired, with one hand holding Zhu Sijia, one hand holding a fat man, one stroke after the airspace, his feet standing firmly on the stone carving symbolizing the handsome position, the fat man and Zhu Sijia were left and right, acting as his close . There are only 21 people in a row, and the red stone sculpture is just twenty-one. It is just a stone sculpture by one person. It is also a coincidence or an automatic correspondence of the ghost king chessboard.
The voice of Hulong suddenly sounded.
A black stone with a giant sword moves straight up, crossing the boundary river and rushing into the camp of the red stone carving. The sword slams and the red stone carving in front is split into pieces. The four movements hesitated, and the cloud sects who had not had time to jump on the stone screamed and screamed, and the body suddenly exploded. Three stone sculptures without people, followed by broken.
On the red flag side, I lost four pieces at once, and one piece is a human life!
Usually playing chess is to cultivate the sentiment to kill time, under the ghost king big chess, is terrible!
The rest of the cloud sects were pale, and Zhu Sijia, who was daring and hot in the past, was the same. Looking back at Ye Chuan, he was full of fear.
"Don't panic, listen to my instructions."
Ye Chuan tightened his face and screamed and issued a command. Hulong slammed, a red stone sculpture rushed up, inserted into the black chess camp, a cold knife flashed, a black stone sculpture fell to the ground, a tooth for a tooth.
The sound of Hulong’s voice sounded one after another, and the red and black sides shifted and you came to me.
These stone carvings are too large and too cruel, and they can’t stop the real world’s masters. The Yunwu Zong disciples do not have to take the shots themselves. As long as they stand on the stone carving head and instill their own strength into the stone carving body, they will think about where the stone carving will move. It doesn't seem to be dangerous to look at it yourself, but the heart is almost out of the way. The feeling of being able to watch, waiting to kill the other party or being blasted by the other party suddenly blew open. After one time, no one wants to come again.
Black's offensive was fierce, and several times he rushed to the front of Ye Chuan. However, Ye Chuan's offensive is even more savage. He only attacked a flaw in Black and attacked it. After several rounds, he solved the battle. The stone carving on the black chess figure broke down, and the light curtain on the top of the head appeared in the three characters of "the lack of the earth", splashing the dazzling white light. This white light falls on the body, and everyone's body is strengthening at an alarming rate.