"Murong Yan?"

When Jiang Lianshan saw the woman, he suddenly became quiet. He stared at her tightly, unable to see any fluctuations. However, Gu Hai saw a clue in the distance. Jiang Lianshan hid his hands in his sleeves.

"This Murong Yan is so charming!" A trace of surprise flashed in Gu Hai's eyes.

In the distance, Murong Yan's appearance is indeed extremely beautiful, and there is an impulse that makes people feel distressed in her every frown, but beauty is beautiful! There may not be anyone in the world who can't compare to it, at least none of the women Gu Hai knows can compare to it.

She is poor.

However, how many people still worry about such a woman after marrying an old man who plays chess?

Emperor Xiyu, Long Warring States, Fire Emperor, and this Jiang Lianshan?

Murong Yan looked around in a daze, then lowered her head to look at a coffin below.

The lid of the coffin under the chessboard suddenly slid open, slowly revealing the interior.

"Sure enough, it's not the body of the old man watching chess!" Shangguan Hen frowned.

However, he saw that in the coffin, there was the corpse of a woman wearing a cloud silk robe lying. The corpse looked exactly like Murong Yan's Heavenly Soul.

"Buzz!"

Murong Yan's heavenly soul slowly fell into the corpse, and once it entered the corpse, it slowly merged with it.

After a while, Murong Yan's body slowly opened its eyes.

"call!"

Murong Yan took a long breath, as if sighing quietly, and slowly sat up from the coffin. She slowly stepped out.

"Greetings to the mistress!" A group of Yitian Pavilion disciples said excitedly.

Outside, the powerful people from all over the world were also extremely excited.

Murong Yan is resurrected? Doesn't that mean that the people she cares about can also be resurrected?

Murong Yan stood on the high platform and looked around. When she saw Jiang Lianshan's flying boat, she frowned slightly.

"Murong Yan, I have met His Majesty the Great Flame Sage!" The woman suddenly bowed respectfully to Jiang Lianshan.

The woman's voice is extremely pleasant, as clear and crisp as a lark.

After a slight bow, the Fire Emperor in the distance was extremely excited: "It's really her, alive, really alive!"

The Fire Emperor was trembling with excitement.

Jiang Lianshan stared at Murong Yan and said nothing, as if he was worried that his emotions would be lost in his words. He just nodded, but his eyes never left Murong Yan.

Murong Yan made a move with her hand.

"call!"

The chess game above her head suddenly fell in front of Murong Yan.

It seemed like an ordinary game of chess, but it was anything but ordinary. Murong Yan's Heavenly Soul came out of it, and countless other Heavenly Souls were also inside.

"Where are the Nine Sons?" Murong Yan suddenly asked.

"Wu Yazi, meet your master!"

"Ancient Qin, Long Sanqian, Qingdi, Yan Qingshan, Hanshan, Guanjiu, pay homage to the Master!"

"Tang Tian, ​​Huang Kun, meet the master!"

Watching the nine chess pieces, they all bowed respectfully to Murong Yan.

Murong Yan nodded, looked at the nine chessmen in front of her and said, "My husband, you have conveyed your thoughts to me before. You and the other nine people will each choose a piece on this chessboard!"

The nine people were slightly startled, then nodded.

Each of them reached out and picked up a white stone on the chessboard.

The moment they each took out the white pieces, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the ground where they were taken out, and you could vaguely see countless heavenly souls struggling inside the whirlpool.

"My husband said, later, when you put the white stones back to their original positions, it is when you wait for your thoughts to enter the chessboard. There are countless heavenly souls on the chessboard. You and other nine people will pour them in with your thoughts, and each of you will snatch the heavenly souls.

, deposit it into the chess pieces in your hands, and determine the outcome based on the number!" Murong Yan said.

"Nine of us are waiting to compete for the Heavenly Soul? The number determines the outcome? But, how to judge the result?" Guan Jiu said with a solemn expression.

"Whoever fights for the least heavenly soul and has the least need to exist will be returned by his husband!" Murong Yan said solemnly.

Murong Yan spoke, and the expressions of the nine chess players suddenly changed.

Whoever loses, who gets the spoil?

That's right, the old man Guanqi doesn't care about your ability at all. After he returns and seizes the body, everything will be the same. Even after discarding the weakest, there are still eight strong disciples.

"Yes!" Nine people responded immediately.

"Of course, those with weak minds can ask for help from outsiders. My husband doesn't look at the process, only the results!" Murong Yan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Nine people said with a hint of nervousness.

Ask someone for help? If you fail, you will be deprived of your life. Naturally, you have to go all out.

"You can each invite someone, and after a stick of incense, we will fight for the winner!" Murong Yan said solemnly.

"Okay!" The nine people suddenly said with solemn expressions.

Turning their heads, the nine chess players immediately looked at the powerful people from all directions. The promises they made to the powerful people from all directions in the past were now about to be fulfilled. Each of them quickly saluted the people who had formed an alliance with them.

Wuyazi saluted Ji Dihong.

The Qing Emperor saluted Jiang Lianshan.

Hanshan bowed to the present Buddha.

Long Sanqian bowed to Long Shenwu.

Yan Qingshan worshiped the leader of Wanshou Taoism, Tongtian.

Guanjiu bowed to Gu Hai.

Of course, after everyone worshiped, they also worshiped some other people.

Gu Hai nodded to Guan Jiu and looked at Gu Qin in the distance.

Gu Qin also paid homage to the three sect leaders. However, it seemed that his background was too shallow and he did not invite too many allies. Gu Hai frowned slightly.

Time flies by with just one stick of incense.

"Okay, it's almost time. Put the chess pieces in your hands back to their original positions, close your eyes, feel with your heart, and fight for the heavenly soul with your thoughts!" Murong Yan said.

"yes!"

Each of the nine people held a white piece between them and slowly landed on the previous position.

"Snapped!"

The moment it fell, the nine people suddenly closed their eyes.

The moment I closed my eyes, there seemed to be billions of shouts coming from the chessboard.

"Ah, don't catch me, don't catch me!"

"Save me, save me, ah!"

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Billions of heavenly souls are shouting.

The nine people each tried their best to absorb the heavenly souls, but they saw that the white piece they were holding was like a whirlpool, and the heavenly souls rushed in one after another. As the heavenly souls poured in, their respective white pieces were slowing down.

The color changes slowly, gradually becoming dull and gray.

The nine sons fought for a while, and in the distance the Buddha was the first to take action.

"boom!"

A palm struck Hanshan Bodhisattva from a distance. Hanshan Bodhisattva did not struggle, and allowed the palm to suddenly stick to his back. A big thought suddenly poured into Hanshan Bodhisattva's body.

"Buzz!"

Hanshan Bodhisattva pointed at the chess pieces, and the speed of the battle for the heavenly soul increased dramatically in an instant. The color of the chess pieces he pointed at quickly became darker and turned towards black.

"Not good!" The faces of the strong men from all directions darkened.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"……………………

One by one, the strong men quickly slapped the backs of the nine chess players in the air, communicating with each other and helping them quickly fight for the heavenly soul.

There are already eight palms on the back of Ninth Young Master, but they are not enough.

Gu Hai glanced at the Ninth Young Master, then at Gu Qin who only had three palms, and frowned slightly.

"boom!"

The left palm shot out and suddenly appeared on the back of Ninth Young Master.
To be continued...