Eighteen was silent.

When he came back to his senses, Xue Hong was gone.

Let's go......

Eighteen put Xue Hong's figure firmly in his mind, and he didn't know what kind of person this was to be so indifferent.

The weather in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range is also very unstable.

The sudden rainstorm caused the river to swell.

Xue Hong hid in a cave, watching the thunderstorm outside, and his mood was extremely calm.

Lately, he's been progressing really fast.

Fight again and again, grow again and again.

His strength is really strong.

But there are many things that he has not used, and he does not know the specific effect.

It is only through the baptism of battle that one can master the mode of action of those spells.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles.

Xue Hong is like an old scholar who has mastered most of the spells in the world, but he has never seen or used them.

The Heavenly Demon Mountain Range is indeed a good place to sharpen yourself.

A dull knife can only be extremely sharp if it is sharpened.

As soon as the rain began, it couldn't stop.

Day and night passed, and the rain continued.

The downpour had stopped all the noisy sounds in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, only the sound of rain falling.

Xue Hong was not in a hurry.

He still has a lot of knowledge to digest slowly.

I don't know when, Xue Hong took out a chessboard.

When the black and white pieces fall, do you play against yourself?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

Xue Hong didn't know why he was doing this.

Outside the hole, rain poured.

Sit at the entrance of the cave and watch the rain fall.

Black and white pieces, which simulate the rules of three-person chess.

In fact, Xue Hong still doesn't know the rules of winning and losing this kind of chess.

Perhaps this kind of chess has no wins or losses at all, but is just pursuing the transformation of the soul.

The rainy season in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range will last for at least three months.

The demon beasts will not be quiet, but they will only suffer the monks who are adventuring in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range.

The longest rainy season in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range lasted for a full decade.

I don't know how long this rainstorm will last.

The sound of chess pieces falling on the board, swallowed up by the rain.

Three days passed, and there were only six pieces on the board.

The black and white pieces are scattered and not intertwined.

But in Xue Hong's eyes, the chessboard was already full of dense chess pieces.

No pieces are landed, but all pieces are known.

It's a strange feeling.

Half a month passed, and the rainstorm was a little lighter, but it was short-lived.

The drizzle lasted for a day and a half before turning into a torrential downpour.

On Xue Hong's chessboard, there are eleven chess pieces.

The chess game in his eyes has changed.

No game is the same.

Twenty days, Xue Hong felt more and more strange.

Obviously, he has always been in the middle of the road, but he always feels as if there is a person on the other side.

Maybe not a person, but a supreme being.

It was that person who broke Xue Hong's plan for the chess game.

When the first chess piece fell, Xue Hong had already foreseen all the subsequent changes.

But those changes were just his idea.

The subsequent changes in the chess game, it seems that someone is playing against him.

A month passed, and seventeen pieces fell on the chessboard.

Xue Hong's fingers were white, and he pinched a white child.

There are still many empty seats on the chessboard, but in Xue Hong's eyes, there is no longer any life.

A rich air of death enveloped the chessboard.

It's not some kind of chess piece, but every chess piece, it's a dead piece!

Kuroko is lifeless, and so is Shiroko.

Fight like Kilkenny cats?

All the drop points exude a dead air.

Xue Hong whispered, "Is that you?"

"It's you!" a voice sounded in Xue Hong's mind.

This voice is ethereal, seemingly nothing.

"It's me?" Xue Hong whispered again.

"It's me!" the ethereal voice sounded again.

Xue Hong's eyes were confused.

Is it you or me?

Is it the player's fault that there is no way to live?

In the midst of the rainstorm, the wind was not strong.

But one leaf still landed on the edge of the chessboard.

Xue Hong glanced at the leaf and smiled.

"Smack!"

The chess pieces that had been pinched for three days fell and landed on the leaves on the edge of the chessboard.

"Since there is no living child on the chessboard, what if I fall outside the chessboard?" Xue Hong smiled, smiling very presumptuously.

"Look down......"

The voice of nothingness, with regret.

The breeze swept and swept the leaves beneath the pieces, which tumbled onto the board again.

Can't you jump out?

"Jindan Dao has already lost once, and it can only lose once, and if it loses again, it will lose sentient beings. ”

The sound is reverberating, drifting away.

"That's just what you think!" Xue Hong said across the board.

"It's you who think that I don't exist, that you are the only one playing this game. ”

Xue Hong swept the chessboard and put away all the chess pieces: "This sentient being belongs to me, I won't let them die." ”

On the empty chessboard, there is finally no life, but there is no life.

Only an empty chessboard remains.

Xue Hong got up and looked at the torrential rain that was still continuing.

Jindan Avenue has already lost once......

"Jindan Avenue lost, but I didn't lose! How do you know that a road is a dead end before it reaches the end?"

In Xue Hong's dream, the meaning expressed by that voice was very clear.

Jindan Avenue is already very strong, but it has not yet reached the upper limit.

Isn't it normal to challenge with a road that didn't reach the upper limit?

Jindan Avenue has only three changes at present.

"If three changes don't work, I'll change four or five times, and if I don't work again, I'll change nine times and ten changes! I believe that there is no limit in the world!"

Xue Hong's voice was washed away by the rain.

It's just his rhetoric.

At present, he has not even fully completed the first transformation of Jindan.

Of the more than 1,000 golden pills in his body, only two have transformed.

These days, he let Xiao Mian try it, but fortunately, Xiao Mian's formation attainment is very high, and the shrunken Jin Dan can also arrange the Gathering Spirit Array.

However, the scope of the Spirit Gathering Array's spread has indeed been reduced a lot.

Not by half, but by a quarter.

The Spirit Gathering Array is distributed on the surface of Jindan.

Xue Hong's Jindan is a perfect spherical shape, the diameter is half shorter, and the surface area of the Jindan is only a quarter of the original.

Jindan's transformation will continue!

The thunder and lightning have been going on for more than a month.

Xue Hong looked at the thick dark clouds.

This long rainy season could be a fatal crisis for the other monks stranded in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range.

But for Xue Hong, it may be a great opportunity.

There is no infant tribulation in the Hung Spirit Realm, but the essence of infant tribulation is heavenly thunder.

Those heavenly thunders that converged in the dark clouds may be the biggest help for Xue Hong's breakthrough.

But Xue Hong couldn't estimate the power of the Heavenly Thunder, and he wasn't sure if he could carry the Heavenly Thunder.

If the power of the heavenly thunder exceeds the power of the normal infant tribulation, he may not be able to withstand it.

Born to die?

Xue Hong walked out of the cave, leaving Xiao Mian in the cave.

Thunder and lightning are like snakes, appearing and disappearing in the dark clouds.

Xue Hong's eyes were firm and he rose into the air.

He is going to be baptized by thunder and lightning!

To this end, he made ample preparations.

If you really can't stop it, you will lose a few gold pills at most.