Jiang Ting glared at Chenfeng, "You're taking advantage of the fire to rob!"

"Uh! since Fairy Jiang is unwilling to borrow it, then..."

Before Morrowind finished speaking, there were more than a dozen runes in front of him, including rune treasures, runes with magical powers, and demon beast runes!

These talismans that Jiang Ting took out were all good things, and they were used by her grandfather to save her life!

Every talisman here is very precious, and the power is also very powerful! At this time, Jiang Ting handed over all of them to Chenfeng.

"Take it, take it, don't die in it, or this fairy will have to bury you!"

Although Jiang Ting said this, Chenfeng knew that this girl's nature was not bad, but she was a little willful!

Morrowind was not polite, kicked more than a dozen talismans into his arms, and then used the power of grief to condense two gray short swords for the two to hold.

After Morrowind told the two to be careful, he turned and walked towards the millions of walking corpses.

"Immortal Master, you must be careful!" Ling Yanxue shouted at the back of the morning breeze.

Morrowind didn't look back, at this time his face was gloomy, his eyes were gray, his aura had become weird, and the sad spirit had temporarily taken over Morrowind's body.

The Tragic Spirit held the gray sword fetus in his hand, and walked towards the millions of walking corpses step by step.

After Chenfeng left, Jiang Ting looked at Ling Yanxue, "Is his name really Xiaoyao?"

Ling Yanxue said lightly: "Everyone has their own secrets, why do you need to ask me!"

Seeing Ling Yanxue say this, Jiang Ting immediately understood in her heart, "Hmph! This bastard actually lied to me with a fake name! It's really hateful!"

Among the millions of walking corpses, the sad spirit walked step by step, his pace was neither fast nor slow, and his figure was erratic.

"Six-rank black and white chess array! coffin Tianyuan, using millions of walking corpses as chess pieces, this person who sets up the formation is also a genius!"

The sad spirit couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation, although the morning breeze had possessed the sad spirit, but he could see everything clearly.

"Six-rank Othello Chess Formation, what kind of formation is this?" Morrowind asked the Sad Spirit.

"Look at those walking corpses, the flesh and blood are blacks, and the fleshless ones are whites, this is the Othello game!"

At this time, Morrowind also noticed that these million walking corpses were indeed like black and white chess pieces on a chessboard, scattered everywhere, as the sad spirit said.

Although the walking corpse looked scattered, it stood in a regular position, and it would not wander more than ten paces.

The sad spirit came to a pair of bones, and then threw the bones into a clearing ten feet away.

When the white bones were thrown into that position, the walking corpses in that area suddenly fell silent and stopped wandering.

Suddenly, a flesh-and-blood corpse flew up and landed in another place, and suddenly those quiet walking corpses began to wander again.

"Tut-tut! This chess game is still a living formation!" Seeing this, the sad spirit couldn't help but speak.

Morrowind doesn't know chess, but the formation perception given to him by the crazy old man, he has studied it many times, and he also saw something at this time.

But a six-grade large array involves too many things, and it is not something he can understand now.

At the beginning, the crazy old man used tens of thousands of people to arrange a one-time six-rank killing array, which was also a living array, but the crazy old man didn't need to start the killing array in order to save him in the end.

And in front of him, with a six-rank black and white chess array laid out by millions of walking corpses, how terrifying will that power be?

The figure of the tragic spirit was erratic, and the white bones were constantly thrown out by him, falling in different positions, and the rotting walking corpses also flew up one after another, landing on some empty seats.

Suddenly, after a rotting walking corpse settled, the white bone walking corpses within that range were attacked by the rotting walking corpses one after another, and they turned into broken bones.

At the same time as the white bones were shattered, suddenly, a thunderbolt slashed out from the jet-black dead air, and the target was none other than Morrowind.

Seeing this, the tragic spirit slashed out a sword with the gray sword tire in his hand, and the gray sword qi collided with the thunder, making a muffled thunderous sound!

"What's going on?" Morrowind asked.

"This is the rule thunder of the six-rank black and white chess game, every time a white bone walking corpse is destroyed, a thunderbolt will fall!"

"The power of these thunders, each of them can kill an ordinary Yuan Infant Early Stage Cultivator!"

"But as long as you carry it, you can continue to break into the formation, if you can't resist, then you can only die in the formation!"

"Are you sure?" said Morrowind, a little worried.

"Don't worry, it won't take long for me to break through this big array!"

At this time, the sad spirit took out a talisman given by Jiang Ting, and then sacrificed it directly.

The talisman burned, turning into a shield, and the thunder in the sky fell one after another, all of which were blocked, and could not hurt the morning breeze in the slightest.

The figure of the tragic spirit was as fast as a frightening wave, constantly picking up a white bone walking corpse, and the rotting walking corpse also flew up on its own and landed in the corresponding position.

Chenfeng was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Is this really a game of chess?"

However, although Morrowind couldn't understand it, and he didn't even understand the rules of the Othello game, he still tried to make a note of the changes in the position of the white bone walking corpse and the rotting walking corpse before and after.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the sad spirit had already used three talismans, and thunder continued to fall in the sky, and the thunder roared endlessly!

When he was struck down by a thunderbolt, Chenfeng would have been frightened, if it weren't for the gray sword fetus he had, as well as the talismans given by Jiang Ting.

Even if he had the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage, if he dared to break into this black and white chess game, he would have been hacked to death many times.

Every step of the spirit is very dangerous, although there is the power of grief to isolate anger, but the lightning in the sky is a great threat.

An hour later, more than a dozen white bone walking corpses were smashed to pieces by the rotting walking corpses, the thunder in the sky continued, the power of a talisman was exhausted, and the whole person of Chenfeng was instantly exposed to the violent thunder.

More than a dozen thunderbolts surged, rushing towards the morning wind in an instant, and the tragic spirit could only sacrifice a talisman, this time the talisman was a demon beast talisman!

The demon beast talisman burned, and suddenly, a one-horned rhinoceros with a single head, covered with scale armor, eyes like copper bells, and four thick hooves appeared!

The one-horned scale rhinoceros roared and met the furious thunder, "Boom!

The one-horned scale rhinoceros has the strength of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and the defense is amazing, and more than a dozen violent thunderbolts fell on his body, all of which were blocked.

Although the one-horned scale rhinoceros has a strong defense, after withstanding more than a dozen thunderbolts, his body is also a little dim.

The one-horned scale rhinoceros is originally a beast soul, and as long as it is a soul, it cannot effectively resist in the face of the power of violent thunder.

The Sorrow did not waste time, and quickly picked up a skeleton with white bones, and by this time, a third of the millions of corpses had already quieted down.

But the further back he goes, the slower the Sad Spirit picks up the bones and corpses, and he needs to analyze the direction of the game, as well as the subsequent changes in the game.