Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 548 Not Eternal Twilight

Lamarck frowned slightly, but spread it out immediately.

He followed the good example and shifted the white stone on his board to block between the black rook and the white stone he had just grown.

Looking at the white piece again, it was no longer the same, but a red "handsome" word appeared.And the white piece that moved over also has a red "rook" on it.

Seeing this, Qu Yun raised her eyebrows, waved her hand and threw down a handful of sunspots.

Just when Lamarck thought that the opponent had conceded the defeat, and then looked at the scattered pieces on the chessboard, how could it be some sunspots?It is clearly four playing cards with four suits printed on them.

"Explosion!" Qu Yun said with a natural expression.

Each one is painted with the expressionless face of the king.

After a closer look, Lamarck was delighted.The faces on the cards are still old acquaintances.

Krypton Zun, Wei Xun Zun, Kuo Zun, Ping Zun... Neatly, they are the only four remaining members of the Supreme Sacred Jury.

Shaking his head helplessly, he then took out two white stones from the chessboard and threw them on the board, which became two cards.

The king of color has long silver hair, silver pupils, fluffy eyelashes curled up slightly, surrounded by a pair of eyes that seem to see everything in the world, still as clear as ever.

She was floating in the middle of the row, with the book of Retesin spread out in the palm of her hand—there was no doubt that this person was Qu Yun.

And the black and white Xiao Wang, with long hair reaching his waist and wearing a Han Chinese costume, was looking curiously at the outside of the row with his head tilted...

That is the image of Zhen Cheng.

"Am I guessing right?" Lamarck smiled mildly, and there was something in his words.

Qu Yun didn't answer, but raised one corner of her mouth slightly, took the card symbolizing Zhen Cheng from the chessboard, and slapped it behind a series of sunspots:
"Fuck! Nine Lotus Lantern!"

I saw that the row of sunspots had now become three ones, three nines, two three four five six seven eight ones each.

The image of eight of them is a chi kiss with teeth and claws, plus the image of the little ace Zhen Cheng, which is just enough to make up the hemp palm of the Mahjong Hu card.

The remaining two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eighty-nine correspond to the patterns of Prisoner Niu, Yazi, Biyan, Suanni, Taotie, Jiaotu, Bixiu, and Pixiu respectively.

Most of these dragons and beasts are clear and vivid, and their different temperaments are vividly reflected.However, only the image of Suan Ni is nothingness, surrounded by smoke and unable to see the image clearly.

"Don't admit defeat yet?" Qu Yun showed a strange smile on the face of all beings.

Lamarck let go of his palm, and the white stones in his palm fell on the chessboard with crackling noises.This is the tradition of throwing and conceding in Go.

"You girl, since you have already come here, why are you still so obsessed with winning or losing?" His gaze was as calm as a windless lake:

"You are always able to produce such a powerful force, is it because of this kind of thinking that you can't beat the table?"

Eight points joking, two points serious.

"Produce powerful power... Do you mean C entropy?" As soon as Qu Yun said this, Lamarck's face lost his composure.

"You...you know everything?" His expression became serious for the first time.

"No, no, Mr. Director," Qu Yun shook her index finger in front of him, "I knew it a long time ago, but I remembered it later."

"Have you ever thought about it..." Lamarck's aura is changing: "The reason for making you forget about that is to let you live.

Maybe if you remember, we'll have to get rid of you? "

"I'm the world right now," Qu Yun didn't respond with a hint of aura, and the coercion around her was extremely restrained.If you dare to kill me, you will listen to me and respect you:
"Old friend, some things are destined to happen. It is not in your era, and the future will not change. As long as you creator gods want to continue, things have never been different.

Either you face it, or some successor after you die.

And before taking the last step, Yiko will always be the world. "

Lamarck's pupils narrowed dangerously, where is the calmness of the master of the universe?He bit his lip hard, and squeezed out a question through his teeth:
"You really decided...to be my enemy?"

"It's not Yiziyou who can decide the answer to this question." Qu Yun smiled lightly.

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Lamarck pretended to be calm, suppressing the anger and fear in his heart.

"Unspeakable." Qu Yun spread her hands.

"What about her?" Lamarck slapped the chessboard with his palm, pressing on Xiao Wang Zhencheng who was taken away by Qu Yun and turned into eight pieces:

"She is not the strongest, nor is she the most potential. As long as you want to find and cultivate, she is not even the smartest in the world. This girl...why is it special? What do you need her for? ?”

"Guess." Qu Yun smiled and waved her hands, and slowly disappeared from this endless hall that originated from nothingness.

And the focus of the debate between the two gods is at the ruins of the town, silently drenching the [Water of Eternal Life] that has mutated for so many generations, experiencing the experience of the [Unity] realm.

The whole poem can exert such power not only because Zhen Cheng's strength rises with the improvement of the realm, but also because of the overwhelming energy gushing out from the gate of truth;
It's because her understanding of the way of speaking spirit has reached a deeper level.

Just like a savvy martial artist in the world, what he relies on to punch a punch is not the strength of the arm, but the correlation and cooperation of every joint and every muscle starting from the toes.

Only in this way can the miraculous effect of defeating the strong with the weak and pulling a thousand catties in fours and twos be produced.

Zhen Cheng realizes that his way of speaking spirit is actually the same.

The jokes, irony, metaphors, hidden heads, allusions, rhyme and rhyme confrontations that I have tried before are all in the final analysis to exercise and strengthen my arms.

These methods are very effective, but they have their limits, and they also have serious shortcomings in efficiency.

But like just now, in terms of thought, logic, and artistic conception, let your speech spirit become an inseparable whole, so that you can truly apply the prehistoric mana in your body to reality with amazing transformation efficiency like the boxing technique of a martial artist.

Killing thousands of troops while talking, laughing and singing, this was something that was unimaginable even a week ago, but now it is realized with ease.

And only after reaching this point, did Zhen Cheng realize the extent of the unfathomable strength of the sisters from the Archeology Department of Blood Candle Castle;

And the weight of the nine seats below, how to coerce the world and swallow mountains and rivers with arrogance.

Zhen Cheng's thoughts were interrupted by a burst of intense radio ringtones.

Gretel immediately rushed over to pick it up.

In ten seconds, the resolute man's face changed from the rejoicing of his narrow escape to the hope of long-term struggle, and finally, with the voice from the opposite side of the radio station, it turned into despair.

Through the rain curtain, he stared blankly at Zhen Cheng on the opposite roof, and murmured: "It's all over."

(End of this chapter)