The stone door was easily pushed open, but a bluestone paved square appeared in front of Yi Chen's eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This square is still underground, the upper and lower left and right are sealed by stone walls, the ground is round, the diameter is about 30 zhang, and the height is not less than 10 zhang.

On a stone wall, Yi Chen saw another stone door, and the stone plaque on the stone door had the words "Seven Deaths" written on it.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yi Chen stepped into the square, not trying to push open the stone door, but standing in a corner, waiting patiently.

The entire square is a little empty as far as the eye can see, but in the center of the square, there is a three-zhang tall humanoid stone sculpture, which is very eye-catching, and it also attracts the attention of Yi Chen, who has just entered.

The humanoid stone sculpture carried its arms behind its back, its head upright, its eyes slightly narrowed, and its expression proud.

Perhaps it is the erosion of the wind and frost of the years, and the facial features and costumes of the stone carvings are already blurry and cannot be seen clearly.

But......

Even if it stood there quietly, it gave people a sense of arrogance that looked down on the vicissitudes of life, just at a glance, Yi Chen felt that the original form of this stone carving figure should be a peerless powerhouse.

Just looked at the stone carving from a distance for a few breaths, the stone carving suddenly trembled, and Yi Chen's heart sank.

Isn't this stone sculpture going to come back to life?

Do you have to face a peerless powerhouse?

Yi Chen was beating a drum in his heart, and his expression was calm.

It's just that to Yi Chen's surprise, the stone carving is still trembling, but there is not the slightest crack on the surface of the statue, but there is a strong momentum fluctuation, sweeping away in all directions.

Gradually, an amazing scene emerged -

Behind the stone carving, a huge figure actually appeared.

The figure was seven or eight feet tall, almost reaching the stone wall above, and the figure exuded a dazzling golden light.

The golden light overflowed, making the originally dim square suddenly bright as day.

Since the golden light appeared, the space in the entire square has fluctuated slightly.

With the fluctuation of space, an invisible aura enveloped the heavens and the earth, and Yi Chen only felt that the pressure on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and this pressure was coming from all directions.

Yi Chen's whole body was suffering from the crazy squeeze of the invisible force, making it almost impossible for him to move.

The pressure at this moment is definitely more than twice as strong as the pressure on the last stone step of the previous "Four Dead Passes".

It's just that Yi Chen's body has experienced the baptism of thunder in the "Five Deaths", and his physique has strengthened a lot, and at present, he can barely resist the invisible squeeze in this square, but he feels a little suffocated, and the bones in his whole body are also crackling.

Call!

Suddenly, the huge golden figure waved its arm, and then a golden fist shadow smashed towards Yi Chen's location.

The speed of the golden fist shadow was very fast, and Yi Chen, who was difficult to move quickly, was naturally powerless to dodge.

Bang!

The golden fist shadow smashed into Yi Chen's body with great accuracy, causing his back to hit the stone wall hard.

Burst!!

The golden fist shadow dissipated with a single blow, but Yi Chen's face turned pale instantly, and a bloody arrow spurted from his mouth.

Next, there was a one-sided ravage, and the golden figure kept attacking, or fist shadows, or leg shadows, or palm prints......

All kinds of attacks, Yi Chen can only carry them.

Under the pressure of invisible forces, he couldn't move, couldn't dodge, could only parry, and couldn't fight back.

This taste is not only painful, but also more aggrieved.

Yi Chen felt that this time, he was afraid that he was really in a catastrophe.

The only thing he can rely on now is the wrist guard bracelet on his right arm, which can quickly nourish his body when he is injured, allowing him to hold on a little longer.

Xu is wrist bracelet has a strong healing effect, maybe Yi Chen's body is already very strong, he finally persevered.

After a non-stop assault, the golden figure finally collapsed, and the entire square returned to calm.

When the attack ended, Yi Chen couldn't help but get to his knees, coughed up more than ten mouthfuls of blood in a row, and then ignored the pool of blood in front of him, he fell to the ground.

Unable to get up, he fell asleep as he gasped.

In the dream, the man in the Dao Fu had his eyes like electricity, and his momentum increased sharply, and a momentum that was incomparable to that was unmatched surged out in an instant.

Under the shroud of that momentum, the surrounding space fluctuated continuously, like a pool of water wrinkled by a strong wind.

The man waved his hand, and the fist shadows in the sky appeared chaotically, and then bombarded towards a point, actually shattering that space.

This scene seems familiar...... But it's even more bizarre and amazing.

Next, it was all the man who kept waving his hands and feet, and every movement of him could form an extremely spectacular scene.

Yi Chen was fascinated and ignorant.

By now, Yi Chen was almost certain that the man should be teaching him some cultivation things, but he had no trace, and it was difficult to figure out the clues with his own vision and comprehension alone.

After all, he had not cultivated, and his knowledge of martial arts was limited to his frequent reading of the Martial Classics.

The dream ended in the man's repeated drills, and after waking up, Yi Chen was tormented by pain and itching again.

After enduring it, he only rested for a while, and then pushed the stone door open.

Seven dead passes, just like that.

This time it was a fluke.

Behind the stone door, there is a secret room, in which there is also a stone table, but there is a seemingly ordinary wooden board on the stone table.

The plank, which is one foot square, is depicted with criss-crossing straight lines, clearly in the shape of a chessboard, and some black and white chess pieces on it.

Behind the stone table, there is a stone door, and there is a stone plaque engraved with the word "eight deaths" on the stone door.

Although Yi Chen didn't know why, he still came to Shi Ji and waited patiently.

As he waited, he saw a pile of dry bones and a tattered robe in the corner of the chamber, and he walked over.

There was nothing else to discover, and Yi Chen was not disappointed, but wrapped the tattered robe around his waist to cover his shame.

After waiting for a long time, there was not the slightest movement in the secret room, and he was very puzzled...... What are the problems at this level?

No one came to solve Yi Chen's doubts, but he could at least guess that if he thought about this level, it must have something to do with this chessboard.

In the chessboard, there are already a lot of black and white chess pieces, and if you want to come to the chess game, this is the endgame.

As a result, Yi Chen can guess that this level is afraid that he will end this endgame by himself.

Yi Chen was distressed, because he didn't know how to play chess at all, even if he felt that this chess game was like Go in his previous life, he didn't understand it.

If you don't understand it at all, how can you crack it?

Yi Chen squatted down, carefully observed, and did not dare to act rashly.

This is a dead pass, a little carelessness is a catastrophe, if you need to pass the pass, he must be nine out of ten stable.

I don't understand it at all, and there is no one to teach the skills on the spot, so what effect can I have if I just look at an endgame with my eyes?

In fact, Yi Chen himself didn't have much hope, he even felt that he was at the end of his rope.

But after Yi Chen looked at it carefully for a while, he felt that this chess game gave them a very familiar feeling, and after looking closely, he suddenly found that the distribution of chess pieces in this chess game was like the runes in the Dao talisman in a dream.

At first, it looked a little similar, and then the more I looked at it, the more it looked.

The runes in that rune, Yi Chen has read countless times, even if he can't draw them, at least he can remember them.

Anyway, there was no other way, Yi Chen could only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, he picked up the black and white chess pieces, followed the rune line in his memory, and began to fall.

Not to mention, he had just dropped two whites and two blacks, and the chessboard had already exploded automatically.

When the chessboard exploded, Yi Chen was very nervous, because he wasn't sure if he had fallen into a match, let alone what was waiting for him later.

Rattle......

Just when Yi Chen's mind was complicated, the stone door behind the stone table opened automatically.

"That's it?"

Yi Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a little incredulous.

As if he was afraid that the stone gate would "regret" and close again, Yi Chen hurriedly jumped over the stone table and crossed the stone gate with a bit of surprise and doubt.

What Yi Chen was worried about didn't happen, and when he crossed the stone gate, the stone gate slammed shut.

He breathed a sigh of relief, although this level was easy, but when he fell just now, his mood was extremely nervous.

"Huh? How did you get here? ”

Before Yi Chen could observe the surrounding situation, a familiar voice had already sounded in his ears.

Following the sound, Yi Chen unexpectedly saw that the girl who called herself He'er was standing not far from his right hand.

It's just that at this time, Miss He'er is no longer peerless, and the whole person still looks a little embarrassed, her clothes are tattered in many places, there are still a few strands of messy hair on her forehead, and even her face has dirt and ashes, and there are blood stains on the corners of her mouth.

"Uh......"

Yi Chen paused, and said in a somewhat self-deprecating and confused tone: "Actually, I don't know why I came. ”

"You're weird."

Miss He'er shook her head, quickly stepped forward again, grabbed Yi Chen's arm, and said, "By the way, you are more proficient in poetry and books, you can take a look at how to pick up the second half of the sentence." （http：/／.）。 ”

Yi Chen had time to look around.

This is also a secret room, and it is empty, except for one wall, where two white pieces of paper hang vertically, one of which has seven words written on it—Three Thousand Miles of Battle!

As for the other one, it is completely blank and has no handwriting.

Just below this completely blank piece of paper, there is a stone table with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on it.

Looking at this situation, it should be half a sentence for people to finish.

Yi Chen is actually very familiar with the first half of the sentence, and he also knows the second half of the sentence.

It's just that the calligraphy in the first half of the sentence is like an iron hook and a silver stroke, and like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, and although Yi Chen has a lot of poems in his head, his calligraphy is really flattering.

The words written by Yi Chen can only be regarded as neat at best.

In addition to the two pieces of white paper hanging vertically on the wall, there is naturally a stone plaque with the words "Nine Deaths" written on it.

"Well, you don't know." Seeing that Yi Chen was silent for a long time, He'er couldn't help but sigh disappointed.

"I know, it's just that my handwriting is terrible, and I'm embarrassed to write it on it." Yi Chen said with a wry smile.

"Are you sure you know the second half of the sentence?" He'er's eyes were shining, and her long eyelashes were fluttering.

"It should be." Yi Chen nodded, but he wasn't sure.

In fact, Yi Chen was also very puzzled, wasn't this poem from his previous life, how could it appear here?

"Anyway, I can't pick it up, since you know, whether it's right or not, let's take it first, it's better than being stuck here all the time."

As He Er spoke, he held the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said, "You come, I'll write." ”