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"I didn't expect to see His Royal Highness here, which really made the little monk very happy."

Bujie came to Li Xiu's side and stood there. The smile on his face was extremely bright, which made the night light brighter.

It is a very happy thing to meet an old friend in a foreign land, and Li Xiu was the same. He reached out and touched Bujie's bare head and explained: "Come and do something, leave after you finish it."

Still a familiar feel.

The little monk narrowed his eyes and felt very comfortable. He didn't ask anything, but just stood quietly beside him without saying a word.

This scene was seen by people from all the major sects around him, and he was surprised. He didn't know who the young man was, and he dared to act such rudely to the Buddhist sons of Wuliang Temple.

Only three people came to Wuliang Temple during this trip, one big monk and two little monks.

At this moment, the great monk sat on the golden lotus, looked at the scene and sighed, and said that it was hard to break the world and ignored it.

This was just a small episode after all. Everyone just took a curious look and ignored it. After all, today's highlight was a showdown between the little chess saint and the chess demon.

Half an hour passed, and there was still no movement in the island below. The people around had already become increasingly anxious, especially the big men on the cloud boat, who were even more impatient.

If you die early or late, you will die. If you do this, why should you delay?

The Confucian scholars on Sanqi Cliff stood on the white paper, frowned, and a scholar in the long garment stood in front of the white paper, looking down at the island below.

Then he lifted up an ink pen and gently pointed it in front of him.

Countless ink and wash appeared in an instant in the sky, floating densely like raindrops on the Thirty-Six Cave Island, hanging without falling.

He didn't speak, but everyone knew that the great scholar of the literary saint of Sanqiya had lost his patience and his meaning was very obvious. He either came out to play chess now or died on the island.

There are many people on the island, but they are just great scholars of literature and scholars after all, and no one will worry about being hurt by them by chance. Even if the ink and water are splashed all over the sky, there will never be a drop on them, such as the bystanders.

"I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, you are still so impatient."

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded from the deepest part of the island below, and it sounded very breathless, completely unlike the one who had been suppressed for hundreds of years.

Countless black fogs emerged from the island where the Thirty-Six Caves were located, making the night between heaven and earth much deeper.

The black mist soared into the sky to form a huge mouth like a black hole. The huge mouth covers a radius of thousands of miles, as if it was about to swallow all the cloud boats standing in the sky into its belly.

The great scholar on Sanqi Cliff snorted coldly, and countless inks hanging above his head shot downwards, like sword lights, piercing through the huge black hole mouth and piercing it into countless holes.

The black mist of thousands of miles dissipated, and an old man in blue appeared in the air. His face was rosy, his figure was a little hunched, and his short hair was sparse. He turned to look at the great scholar and showed a greeting smile that had not been seen for a long time.

There were a few teeth missing from his mouth.

The chess demon is only over 500 years old now, and it is nothing to be a master of the fifth realm. No matter how weak he looks, he will not lose a few teeth. This proves that Cui Wei, the head of the Thirty-Six Caves, did not lie. He was indeed suppressed and killed for hundreds of years. Even though he looked full of energy at this moment, he could not hide his energy. He was almost exhausted.

"You have a big life, but you won't be that big again in the future."

The great scholar looked at the chess demon in front of him with a red face but was about to die. He designed to kill hundreds of thousands of people, including more than a hundred disciples from Sanqi Cliff. This was a great hatred and he had to repay him.

The chess demon raised his hand and touched his sparse haired head, and smiled and said, "As the saying goes, disaster has been passed down for thousands of years, God's will is unpredictable. Maybe I can't die today."

The great scholar held a brush in his hand, and the pen tip was amazing, and he was not able to release it.

"After playing this game, you will die."

"Who knows?"

The two of them looked at each other in the air. The chess demon shook his head and then came to Fang Liang and sat down at the other end of the chessboard.

Fang Liang sat on the cloud boat, and the chessboard was suspended in the sea of ​​clouds. The clouds and mist had no shape and could not be focused. But the chess demon sat cross-legged on the clouds and mist, looking at the young man in front of him leisurely.

"Thank you."

He said something.

"Where do you have to thank me?"

Fang Liang replied.

The chess demon explained: "If you hadn't appeared in the chess battle with me, I'm afraid I would have been tortured to death by the man named Cui in a few decades."

Of course I have to thank you for my life.

"I just want to play chess. Your life and death have nothing to do with me. Besides, you will still die after playing chess. There is no way to say thank you."

"That's two different things."

It's the next thing that will die later. I'm still alive now, at least I'll walk out of the trapped formation.

The two sat face to face, and a huge chess board projection appeared above their heads, enough to let everyone on the four-sided cloud boats and the islands on the ground see it clearly.

Fang Liang raised his hand and took out a mesh cover from his arms and threw it on his head. The mesh cover was suspended on the top of the two of them and a light like a Buddhist golden bowl was shrouded over their bodies, isolating the two of them from this world.

The people on the four-sided cloud boat did not react on their faces. They knew that this was a quirk when the little chess saint Fang Liang was playing chess. They used magic weapons to isolate themselves and their opponents. This would be equivalent to isolating the outside world. No matter whether it is sound or movement, they would not be revealed, and people from the outside world could not see it.

But every step the two of them walked, the reflection of the chessboard in the sky would appear exactly.

"I've heard of you."

The chess demon glanced at the illusion caused by the isolation around him, and then smiled at Fang Liang.

“Should I be honored?”

Fang Liang raised his hand and signaled, and said expressionlessly.

This means letting the chess demon go first.

The chess demon did not refuse, raised his hand and pinched a black piece and put it on the chessboard, saying, "These hundreds of years have been boring. What I have to do every day is to die as late as possible. I can't help but wonder what has happened on the mainland in the past few hundred years. Cui Wei is pretty good. He knows that I am about to die and is not stingy. He comes to tell me something new every day, so although I am trapped here, the news is well-informed."

"I heard that a country emerged from the other end of the Green Sea more than 300 years ago? It seems to be called Tang State. I am old and can't remember it. However, I said that the Tang Dynasty is stronger than the five major sects, but I am tired of running around under internal and external troubles."

"What if he doesn't matter, it's very far from the deserted state. I heard that you don't have a master's sect and have practiced all depend on your own fortune. Even such a treasure is truly amazing."

He pointed to the net cover on the top of the two of them, praised it, then looked at Fang Liang with a smile, and continued, "I have heard of you, you should have heard of me, it would be fine if you win this game. If you lose, it would be dead."

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Fang Liang said, "I won't die."

The two of them are not fast in chess, and they usually fall into a single piece after a while.

The chess demon thought he understood what he meant, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you think you can definitely beat me?"

Fang Liang nodded. This is a normal thing. How could he lose when it comes to playing chess?

"I won't die no matter what I win or lose."

This is much more interesting. The chess demon knew that he had misunderstood his meaning before, so he said, "I want to kill you like killing an ant, without any effort, so how do you live?"

"I think if I can live, no one wants to die."

This sounds a bit meaningful, as if it means something.

The movements of the chess magic hand were slower, his eyes narrowed slightly and he didn't say anything.

Fang Liang said lightly: "You are trapped in the Thirty-Six Cave for hundreds of years and refuse to die. This is because you are afraid of death. If you still want to live from now on, you must promise me something."

"Can you keep me alive?"

The chess demon found it a little funny. Not to mention the nearly 100 fifth-level masters standing on nearly a hundred cloud boats outside, he just talked about the great scholars on Sanqi Cliff and the great monks of Wuliang Temple who were not confident of escaping alive.

It's not a few hundred years ago. He has just recovered his freedom and is probably only able to play about two or three points.

Fang Liang shook his head: "No."

But then raised his hand and pointed behind him, saying, "But he can."

The chess demon put the chess piece on the board, looked up at the place where his fingers were, and Li Xiu stood there.

Fang Liang explained: "Since you have heard of the Tang Kingdom, I will give me some extra explanation. He is the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty. He is below one person and above ten thousand people. If you follow him, you can live."

This is a very simple and straightforward truth.

A sneer appeared on the face of the chess demon: "A young boy with a stinky breast, is he a dog?"

Fang Liang looked at him with a calm eyes. Even when facing the infamous number one devil for hundreds of years, he had no fear: "Aren't you just an old dog? Why do you have to do it?"

The sneer on the face of the chess demon disappeared little by little, and the face suddenly became extremely cold. A ball of black mist appeared around, and the mesh floating above his head began to shake.

Fang Liang didn't care and said lightly: "Be a dog, die, two answers are in front of you, I don't think it's hard to choose."

The chess demon is afraid of death, otherwise he would not have been in the thirty-six hole formation for hundreds of years. If he is afraid of death, he will not want to die.

If you don’t want to die, you can only be a dog.

“It’s not difficult to choose.”

A smile reappeared on the face of the chess demon, and the black fog floating around dissipated, and then said, "It is necessary to be a dog, it depends on the owner."

Fang Liang sneered, raised his hand and put down the white piece. A scimitar condensed on the chessboard, revealing his sharpness.

"A dog is a dog. Even if you wear luxurious clothes, it is a dog. You are not qualified to look at the owner, nor are you qualified to pay attention to it."

This is very tough and he is also trying his best to fight his life. He is facing a murderous chess demon who will be killed here if he is accidentally killed.

But he won't die because the chess demon doesn't want to die.
To be continued...