The black man who retreated to no avail, and fine sweat began to appear on his forehead.

His face turned fierce, and an equal sign rune appeared in his eyes again, and the whole person stood still.

Yang Zheng's tentacles in the sky also turned on the turtle crawling state.

At this time, the blood-red liquid that invaded the opponent's body was slowly forced out before it began to devour the opponent's blood, and the wound healed rapidly.

However, Yang Zheng also changed his tactics in an instant.

The black-red disgusting liquid that was forced out pressed out pressed against the other party's skin squirmed rapidly on his body.

The extreme touch of sogginess instantly spread all over his body.

Yang Zheng clearly saw that the pores of the other party contracted violently, goosebumps appeared all over his body, and his pupils contracted into pinpoints.

That's instinctive fear from the heart!

At this moment, the tentacles around him, which had been forced to stop at an equal speed because he had been stationary, also began to drip with the same viscous, disgusting black-red liquid.

The black man who was still standing began to appear with a wriggling black-red liquid all over his body.

The black man who is waiting for the speed, the action of the wooden man is instantly broken, and he shakes rapidly, trying to throw out these disgusting, wriggling viscous liquids.

Yang Zhengke, who has been waiting for a long time, will not let go of such an opportunity.

At the moment of the opponent's action, the surrounding tentacles shot towards the opponent like lightning.

The other party was in a hurry, and only a small part of the time was made.

Quite a few tentacles, biting, entangled with the black.

The Isotempo Negro instantly felt a slippery, sticky, and tearing pain all over his body.

Yang Zheng for the sake of effect, even on the tentacles, with the faint spiritual erosion of the soul.

The extreme touch, even reaching the soul, made his body stiff, and the erosion of the mind made his nerves dull to a certain extent.

"Throw in the towel!"

With endless fear and jealousy, the black man spoke decisively.

In an instant, the black man disappeared directly into the gladiatorial arena.

Yang Zheng's blood-red flesh strips tentacles, trying to take the opportunity to devour the other party's bloodline, lost his goal.

Watching the other party disappear, Yang Zheng's body squirmed and changed back to his original elegant appearance.

The blood-red, viscous liquid tentacles quickly retracted.

Shaking his head, five stars, he hasn't realized the problem of psychic loopholes, he can only say that he is lucky.

I didn't meet one of the three sides of the soul, but whenever I met a professional soul instigator, the four-star one could make him kneel in seconds.

It can be said that the other party is an extremely unprofessional transcendent, not to mention the business ability, and the self-awareness is seriously not up to the mark.

Professionalism or something, not to mention.

To be able to get to the current five-star is either lucky, staying in a world with high flow time for a long time, and improving enough.

Either it was a flash of inspiration, similar to an epiphany, and found a path that helped me professionally enough and improved very obviously.

But no matter what it is, as a powerful absolute isokinetic person, he is extremely unqualified, in a word, too unprofessional.

If the problem is not detected and solved in time, death will end sooner or later, and it will not be too long.

Not thinking about the other party's affairs, at this time, in the center of the gladiatorial arena, five chess pieces had already appeared.

Five chess pieces were side by side, floating in front of Yang Zheng, one inch thick and two inches radius, in a round cake suit.

One is metallic, golden;

One is wooden, wood-colored;

One is earthy, tan;

One is water-condensed, transparent in color;

One is a flowing flame, red;

There is not a word on it, but the image is already clear at a glance.

Without hesitation, Yang Zheng directly reached out and took the wooden log-colored chess pieces.

The other four disappeared directly at the moment when Yang Zheng took off the wooden chess pieces.

The wood-colored chess piece in his hand only paused for a few seconds in his hand before disappearing.

At the same time, around his waist, an illusory wooden round chess piece suddenly appeared and swirled around his waist.

"Get the chess piece - wood, if the wielder is, fire, violence-related talents, will get a deformity bonus, and the rest of the talents, normal bonus."

The moment he got the hint, Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was matched.

At the same time, he felt that his strength had increased a lot out of thin air, about one percent.

Does a chess piece increase one's strength?

Or follow the principles of geometry and step by step?

It is clear to get the second one, but no matter what way, in the end, it is a battle field, and then the battle for the chess pieces must be determined to win.

Otherwise, the sixth-order venue will add a lot of difficulties out of thin air.

"Second Order, Intelligence Field!"

The moment he got the hint, Yang Zheng was in a trance, and the entire space around him folded and changed like building blocks.

When everything stabilized, Yang Zheng found that there had been earth-shaking changes around him.

The gladiatorial arena is gone, and the feet have become hard stone slabs, no longer sand.

At the moment, he was at the mouth of a deep tunnel.

Behind him was endless darkness, seemingly a piece of nothingness.

In front of it is a deep tunnel made of stone slabs, which looks like an ancient tunnel in the central area, more than two meters high, and is surrounded by gray mottled stones.

On the wall, at intervals, there is a quaint old oil lamp.

On the oil lamp, the flame danced slightly, and from time to time a little spark burst, and the faint candlelight lit up the tunnel.

Let the deep tunnel seem dim, lonely, and full of a breath of history.

Yang Zheng raised his hand to the surrounding tunnels is punch, and the entire tunnel, under the power of the five-star blood ancestor, did not shake a little.

It seems that brute force can't break the game.

Yang Zheng stepped into the tunnel.

"Da Da ......"

The crisp footsteps, the long distance, the beating candlelight, the figure of Yang Zheng, the old elder long.

Yang Zhengcai walked only ten meters, and in front of the tunnel, there were two forks in the road.

Labyrinth?

Seeing this, Yang Zheng frowned slightly.

Because, until now, there has been no hint at all.

If it is such a maze, then it is not intelligence that is tested, but luck.

After all, the fork in the road without the slightest hint is all a matter of luck.

The power of cause and effect and fate, which was originally intended to be hidden as much as possible in the chessboard, Yang Zheng no longer hid.

The golden light flashed in his eyes, and a golden thread emerged from his hand.

The silk thread shook slightly under the stimulation of Yang Zheng, and for a moment, no fork in the road was selected.

？？？

No causal tendencies?

No luck inclinations?

Two intersections exactly the same?

He frowned and groaned for a moment, and simply stepped directly into the passage on the right.

After walking about fifty meters, it was another fork in the road, exactly the same as last time, without the slightest hint, and the golden silk thread in Yang Zheng's hand was the same.

Yang Zheng frowned slightly, and continued to choose the right side to enter the next fork in the road.

After passing two forks in the road in a row, Yang Zheng's brows were already tightly wrinkled.

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