Chapter 1229 On the chessboard, all living beings are chess pieces

Ao Changsheng Dojo,

At this moment, Ao Changsheng was sitting quietly in the dojo, with the black and yellow colors of heaven and earth fluctuating around him.

Di Jun slowly dropped a black chess piece: "This Yang Jian is the game you laid for the Eight Immortals. Now it's time for him to play his role."

Ao Changsheng raised his right hand and gently played with the white pieces on the chessboard.

"Don't worry, he will break your chess game."

"I hope so."

There was a hint of indifference in Ao Changsheng's voice, as if he had already expected this day to come.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged, eyes closed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

The scene of his confrontation with Ao Changsheng kept replaying in his mind.

"It's amazing."

Ao Changsheng's strength was so powerful that Yang Jian only dared to look up to him.

Yang Jian didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment, like an ant looking up to an elephant.

"Taoist Ao Changsheng, I, Yang Jian, am willing to go through fire and water for you. I hope that Taoist will teach me."

Yang Jian secretly made a decision in his heart to disrupt Ao Changsheng's chess game no matter what, so that he could have a chance to escape.

"Yeah!" Ao Changsheng responded, and then with a move of his hand, a white chess piece flew in front of Yang Jian and landed on the chessboard.

"Yang Jian, what you have to do now is to find this chess piece. As long as you find it, you can break my chess game."

As soon as Ao Changsheng finished speaking, a black chess piece flew towards Yang Jian on the chessboard.

Yang Jian stretched out his right hand to grab the chess piece, and instantly felt the terrifying power contained within the chess piece.

"If that's the case, no wonder I haven't been able to crack it."

Yang Jian felt horrified in his heart, but he was not afraid. Since he chose to fight, he would never back down, even if he died in battle.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and exerted force on his arms.

There was a loud bang.

The chess piece in Yang Jian's hand exploded, and a look of pain flashed across Yang Jian's face.

"This chess piece is indeed extraordinary. The strength of my body can't stop this explosive force. If it weren't for my successful cultivation, I might be really in danger this time." Yang Jian secretly rejoiced. Although his body was hard, it was also It is impossible to block such a violent force.

"no!"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and picked up a black chess piece again.

Bang!

There was another loud noise. This time Yang Jian did not block the force, and his whole body was blown away.

"Yang Jian, the rest of the way is up to you." Ao Changsheng's voice sounded again.

Yang Jian endured the pain in his body, climbed up from the ground, picked up the chess pieces, and then walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

"Yang Jian, remember your responsibility, I'm waiting to see the moment you break my chess game." Ao Changsheng said.

"I know."

Yang Jian responded while walking towards the top of the mountain.

He walked in the mountain for three days and finally reached the top of the mountain. Only then did he find hundreds of monks standing on the top of the mountain. These monks were all dressed in white, with the word "Tao" embroidered on their chests. A group of monks were kneeling at their feet. These monks had their heads lowered, as if they were listening to their master's instructions, and each of them looked pious.

Yang Jian stood on the top of the mountain and looked around. Among the crowd, he saw a familiar figure. It was the master of the 'Yam Luo Palace' that he had met several times in the underworld.

His identity in the underworld was the master of the palace, but here he was just a minion, which made Yang Jian feel inexplicably frustrated.

Yang Jian glanced around and found that there was an acquaintance among the crowd. It was the 'Demon Lord' he had met in hell.

"Huh?"

This person was none other than the person who almost killed him when he was in the ghost world. This person had a cold aura about him, which made Yang Jian feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"This man seems to be weird. I don't know why he is following me, and he also has that strange power." Yang Jian murmured to himself, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this man. .

Suddenly, the Demon Lord's body shook slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian!"

There was a blood-red light in his pupils, and there was bloodthirsty killing in his eyes.

"This man is not simple. He has a strong aura of violence. It seems that he is planning to cause trouble this time." Yang Jian thought to himself with a chill in his heart.

"Demon Lord!" Yang Jian shouted calmly.

"snort!"

The Demon Lord snorted contemptuously, shifted his gaze, and seemed to ignore Yang Jian, continuing to walk forward, with thousands of ghosts still surrounding him.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth. He could see that Demon Lord was an aloof person. In front of him, no one was worth mentioning in his eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes at all. This was a kind of indifference to everything. gaze.

Yang Jian also secretly admired him in his heart. Only masters who have reached the realm of gods can have such a look.

"Yang Jian, no matter what kind of talent you have in cultivation, I will kill you today!" Demon Lord stopped and said coldly.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but his expression told him that this Demon Lord's intention to take his own life was not just talk.

"snort!"

The Demon Lord took one step forward, and his body turned into an afterimage and disappeared. The next second, he appeared next to Yang Jian. He grabbed it with his right hand. Suddenly, a black claw grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder. The speed was so fast that Yang Jian could not avoid it at all. Not as good as.

"Yang Jian, today is the day you die."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, a cold light flashed in his eyes when he saw this. He turned his right hand and a jade plate appeared in his palm. The jade plate was shining with purple and gold light. The front of the jade plate was written with the two big characters "Yang Jian", and the back was written with "Dragon". The dragon head was carved on the dragon head. The dragon's eyes were wide open, and the eyes were sharp. It was extremely majestic and frightening.

"Heavenly soldiers!"

Yang Jian threw the jade plate in his hand, and dozens of sword qi burst out from the jade plate.

"Hmph, a mere heavenly soldier, you want to hurt me?"

The Demon Lord looked down on it, clenched his right fist, and hit the sword qi fiercely.

A series of muffled sounds came, the jade plate exploded, and the fragments flew all over the sky, turning into countless sword qi that splashed in all directions.

"Puff!"

The Demon Lord smashed the jade token with a punch, and bursts of black air burst out of his body, which actually directly offset the sword energy. He rushed towards Yang Jian again.

"Hmph, although the heavenly soldiers are not as good as Zhenwu, they are enough to deal with you. You are courting death!" Yang Jian showed a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"You..." The Demon Lord was furious when he heard Yang Jian say this. His eyes burst out with strong murderous intent, and the murderous aura spread all over his body.

"Yang Jian, today I will clean up the door for the King of Hell and cleanse the heaven of you, the scourge."