"This sect seems to be a dead place. At night, Li Wanji said in a deep voice, "It's a little weirder than we imagined." ”

"Hmm. Chen Fan nodded, "It's understandable, in this ancient land, there shouldn't be such a place in the first place." ”

There must be all sorts of oddities here, too.

"Once you get lost in it, you're actually dead, and it seems that there is some kind of strange power here. ”

"This question has to be found. ”

Chen Fan fell asleep on his side, not in a hurry, this can be explored slowly.

Early the next morning, these people came again, and Guo Enyang said, "Brother Chen, it's up to you next." ”

Murong Nan was on the side, also looked at Chen Fan, and muttered for a while, he finally said, "In this place in the back mountain, there may be something strange, you go and investigate." ”

Can you finally say that?

Murong Nan must have some information in his hands, and seeing that Chen Fan was going to investigate, he had to say it if he didn't want to.

"Good. Chen Fan nodded, "Don't come along." ”

With that, Chen Fan found a place again, sat down cross-legged, and from behind Chen Fan, a tall and silent shadow slowly stood up, this shadow stood up, moved his muscles and bones, and walked away from the woods.

Han Shanzong.

When Chen Fan's shadow arrived here, it was peaceful inside, and he couldn't see any changes, as if everything before didn't exist at all.

With a shake of his body, the shadow entered.

Han Shan Sect is very large, and Chen Fan used his shadow to walk around this Han Shan Sect.

"The people who were trapped before, at least there are still ten Bao Dan in the Meteorite Continent, looking at this situation, all of them are dead. "You can see how horrible this place is.

Walking in this place, Chen Fan came to the outskirts of the main peak, under a big tree.

From a distance, under this big tree, two old men were sitting opposite each other, playing a game.

On one side he was dressed in black, with white hair and beard, and on the other hand, he was dressed in white, his face was young, his beard was black, he looked like yin and yang, and the two of them held a chess piece in their hands, their faces were solemn and painful, and next to this chessboard, there was a person standing.

"Wen Rong. ”

One of the 100 enshrinements of the Imperial Pavilion of the Ancient Willow Dynasty, the early strength of Baodan.

Recognizing this person, Chen Fan walked slowly.

"Brother Wen. "When they arrived at the chessboard, Chen Fan and 'Wen Rong' stood side by side, looking at the chessboard and saying calmly.

Wen Rong was fascinated, and he didn't even notice that someone had come to him, and when he heard Chen Fan's voice, he turned around and glanced at Chen Fan in surprise.

"You are?"

"In the people of the Lower Juliu Ancient Dynasty, one of the twelve great martial arts, the worship of Longwei martial arts. ”

"Oh, fellow countryman. "Wen Rong is middle-aged, his speech is as warm as jade, and there is no trace of compelling, it is a pity, "Daoyou is so young, he has entered the realm of Baodan, and his future is limitless." ”

Chen Fan smiled and didn't answer the question, "How many days has Brother Wen been here?"

"It's been five days. Wen Rong didn't look back.

"What is Brother Wen looking at?" Seeing Wen Rong so fascinated, Chen Fan sighed in his heart, with a trace of pity, looking at this, Wen Rong should have died five days ago, when he was watching chess, he had already died invisibly.

"The game. ”

Wen Rong said very seriously, "shh ”

"It's quite insightful to observe here. Wen Rong said with a hint of anticipation.

Looking at him like this, his tone was affectionate.

Chen Fan took a closer look, and some bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

Could it be that Wen Rong's death has something to do with this chess game? After a deep groan, Chen Fan looked at this game of chess, on the chessboard, black and white were staggered, and the two sides were facing each other, and it was obvious that it had reached a critical juncture.

On the chessboard, the murderous spirit is so strong that even people who don't know how to play chess can feel a burst of shock.

It seems that from this chessboard, there is something evil about to rise to the sky.

It's not easy!

Chen Fan only had one thought in his heart, Chen Fan had practiced for thousands of years, so he could naturally learn anything, and of course he was also a master among the masters in this game of chess, so Chen Fan also carried his hands and watched it with relish on the side.

Chen Fan watched and thought at the same time, assuming that he was this Wen Rong, what would he do?

Looking at it, Chen Fan even forgot about this, and had already invested in this chessboard.

At first, this chessboard was just a game between the two sides, but in an instant, Chen Fan saw a different taste of normality, one side of the golden light is blooming, like a real dragon rising, and the other side is a black cloud pressing the city, which has a great momentum.

The momentum of the two sides is entangled, inseparable, and a small chessboard has a shocking taste.

This look is half an hour.

Among the woods, Li Wanji, Murong Nan and the others were motionless beside them, looking at this Chen Fan.

In the woods, Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was snow-white.

"Bang", in the Hanshan Gate, the shadow is broken in place.