As the golden aurora rose into the sky, another sunspot fell on the chessboard above the firmament.

The white son on the chessboard has become a trapped dragon, and there is no chance to raise his head.

And Kuroko's killing intent that seemed to be about to overflow the sky cut off all the ways for Baizi to retreat.

At this point, the winner has been decided.

"Already disbanded?"

In the administrative hall, on the fourth floor, a girl from the B-level realm frowned slightly.

She didn't know much about Go, but she knew that something would happen if the secret realm was solved.

Just like the array eye of the realm, its special spiritual power fluctuations and unique effects allow cultivators to basically judge it at the first glance.

The girl turned her head and looked at the hand-painted chessboard on the square table in the room, which was still soaked in blood, and its bright red was as if it had just been splashed.

An E-level realm cultivator next to him, chubby, hesitated for a long time before he quietly walked up to the girl's side and explained in a low voice, "Actually...... In this case, the opponent is already going to throw in the towel, because it is impossible to win. ”

"No matter how unwilling I am, I spent time, waiting to be judged by overtime."

"If you don't admit defeat, it's to fill in the chess until the last empty seat on the board is filled, but this is a little rude in chess......

Seeing that the leaders present still didn't understand, he shrunk his neck again and explained: "It's like our chess, the general is the general, but the opponent can still take one more step until he kills your 'veteran', which is the real victory in the rules." ”

"But the current chess software, often in the 'lore', the game is decided by the game, and our current situation is lore, but we have not completely killed the opponent's 'veteran'."

"Considering the background of the Chess Master's Secret Realm, I'm afraid we will have to make the last move."

His timid words suddenly made the faces of the leaders present a little worse.

Because this is a secret realm, it is not a modern Go game, and the referee will give you a decision on the winner, and the only way to force the chess master to land in advance is to use the spiritual power fluctuations when refining the array eye.

Immediately, a man from the B(-) realm said in a deep voice: "We originally relied on Lijiang's chess strategy, and Lijiang learned from this chess map, and now the chess disciple who drew the chess map has been killed, so what should we do next?" ”

The E-rank realm cultivator hurriedly explained, "We are now completely victorious, the next step is ...... Actually, it doesn't matter. ”

"And this hand-drawn chessboard, you see where the first camp is, and where the last move is...... Apparently all were drawn at the same time. ”

"So, I think the reason why the chess game has come so far is because the outcome is a foregone conclusion, and there is no need to deduce it further."

The B(-) realm cultivator gradually turned his head sideways and stared at the chubby boy, "Every word we say and every decision we make now will have immeasurable consequences. ”

"So everything must have a clear basis and origin, not your 'take it for granted' brain supplement, and 'I think' prediction!"

The actual strategy of the secret realm must not be revealed below, and now the situation has changed, even if he has the corresponding psychological preparations, but it still makes his emotions a little unstable.

"But there's no next step now, are we?" Another male cultivator from the B(-) realm persuaded, "What else can we do other than 'think' of a way? ”

The E-level realm cultivator gritted his teeth again when he heard this, and walked stiffly in front of the B(-) realm leader who had just reprimanded him, and cold sweat began to seep down.

Then, he turned out to be in his pocket...... Pulled out a cell phone.

Above, there is a game of Go that is being played, and the difficulty is the highest grandmaster.

"The performance of my mobile phone is poor, but the computers in our camp can even build a spiritual power flow model, and the performance is absolutely sufficient, and the results of my calculations and deductions with those computers are no different from the current results."

"After all, it's a foregone conclusion, no matter how you calculate it, we all have a 100% winning rate, and the number of meshes pressed is more than ten meshes."

"However, there is indeed a reason why the chess path of the chess disciple is only drawn here."

The chubby E-level realm cultivator said this, and walked directly to the hand-drawn chessboard full of bloodstains, and then operated the mobile phone, and a blue holographic projection appeared above the chessboard.

Several people present felt a chill when they saw the blue light reflected on the blood.

The chubby cultivator also felt a little uncomfortable, but he still insisted: "Because the location of our camp was originally chosen for the environment, and the surroundings of this step are about to be surrounded by white chess, resulting in a 'tiri' that will lead to a 'tiri'...... It's to be eaten. ”

"No one knows what the world of white chess looks like, but if nothing else, the environment will definitely deteriorate."

"So, if the chess master really wants to fill in the chess...... We have to move survivors in advance. ”

"Transfer survivors?" The B-class girl frowned.

"We ...... I've simulated countless chess games, and the camp almost has to be abandoned, otherwise we'll have to use seven or eight moves to defend it, even if the skeleton realm next door has been conquered, the other realms are still difficult. ”

"But if we abandon the camp and transfer the survivors to other realms, then we only need to use the remaining array eyes to land casually in the secret realm, and we can dissolve the secret realm."

"After all, let white eat the camp of 11-7, and then become a big dragon, it is also a trapped dragon, and the secret realm is still a dead end."

After the chubby boy said this, the leaders present all fell into a brief hesitation, they didn't quite agree with this statement, because it contained too many inferences, and their decisions were too important, and the impact was definitely not only the twenty-seven thousand survivors and four thousand cultivators in the secret realm.

It could even be a whole future of Reiki revival.

However, no matter how cautious they are, time will not stop waiting for them to decide on a more appropriate approach.

"We do have plenty of Realm Eyes, but ......" the B-level girl looked at the chubby boy, her eyebrows still hesitating, "How should those survivors be transferred, and where should they be transferred?" ”

Transferring 20,000 survivors is not something that can be done by talking.

And because of the special situation of the survivors, if there were really other realms suitable for survivors, where would they pay such a big price in the first place and forcibly lay down the 11-7 realms?

The chubby boy was just about to speak, but he suddenly realized something, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say more.

At this moment, the male cultivator of the B(-) realm looked at the chessboard, and after thinking for a moment, he sighed softly, "12-9, the Sword Shrine Realm, how is it?" ”

Several leaders present looked at each other, and then the girl walked directly in front of the chessboard, and the strong smell of blood wafted in front of her nose.

The 12-9 Sword Shrine is indeed a relatively special realm, and it is the position of the white chess leader on the chessboard, and according to some of the information she knows, the 12-9 realm has not found a particularly dangerous place yet, and with the increase in the difficulty of the strategy, the concentration of its aura is getting higher and higher, which leads to ...... The rusty sword is getting harder and harder to draw.

Even if the environment is not suitable for the survivors, a short stay is certainly no problem.

"So ......"

"If you can't find any trace of the chess master's disciple before the next fall of white chess, or if you find her body, then start the transfer work directly."

"Of course, if there is really any accident, I believe that all of you are ready to sacrifice, right?"

This seemingly ordinary meeting did not have much strict secrecy, and naturally it did not take into account the safety of the leaders, after all, except for the chubby cultivator, the other lowest ones were all B-level realm existences, and it was really too much to think about the security issues for these leaders.

And after they all left here, the chubby cultivator walked out with some trembling, and then ran madly towards a building in Division A, which looked like a weapon shop, but now it was gray and dreary, and the door didn't even open.

And the chubby boy crashed straight in, and then ran to the second floor.

He trusts his boss unconditionally, and even allows himself to eat one less chicken leg at a meal, and he can grit his teeth and agree.

But this matter was so important, involving the situation of the entire twenty-seven thousand survivors, that he really didn't dare to fully tell the boss's proposal, and this was the reason why he was in a cold sweat just now.

Now, he is completely convinced, even superstitious, even if the boss lets himself eat two chicken legs less in one meal in the future, he will listen to the boss!

Because, the transfer realm decided by the leaders turned out to be really the 12-9 sword mound!!

For cultivators with lower status, the situation of many realms is unclear, which is dangerous, which is safe, and even the name and characteristics of the realm are completely unknown.

However, his boss really predicted correctly!

The chubby, even somewhat cute body slammed into the second floor, and then found that it was even more crowded, the room was full of all kinds of mortal weapons, and his boss was dressed very professionally, like a welder, wearing a mask, wearing gloves, and seriously welding an iron sword in front of him.

Everything is a boast, it turns out to be an industrial product.

"Boss, I've both, according to what you said, the 12-9 realm, it's really confirmed!"

"We threw ...... before The two catties of spirit stones donated, we can earn it back without a penny! ”

"What are you doing with those spirit stones?" The young man, who was checking his sweatshirt for sparks, put down his goggles, "I'm going to give these away for free, don't make a mess." ”

"Free delivery?!" The chubby face immediately collapsed, others may be joking, but their boss really just wants to come out, it's a play, otherwise...... How did those two catties of spirit stones be thrown away for nothing?

"Let's do something good, I don't mind...... But it's not too much for us to earn what we deserve, right? ”

The chubby boy had tears in his heart, and the iron in the house was still dug and refined in the mountains.

"Don't worry, the spirit stone is indispensable to you." The boy stood up and walked to a printer next to him.

Speaking of which, why is there an old model printer here, it's like the shoddy stuff in the school that is full of ink and ghosting.

"Well, help me get these out." The boy who came back with something handed over a booklet.

And the chubby cultivator took it and looked at it, and then he was stunned.

This small black-and-white booklet turned out to be a map of the 12-9 realms, with detailed geographical details, and even contour lines, and some of the standard annotations in it were written for several pages.

However, when he flipped to the end, he noticed some details.

"This URL is ......"

"The cultivator website that I founded myself can only log in and register with the unique code on this booklet."

The chubby boy suddenly realized something, and then asked nervously, "Boss, are you crazy, you want to fight against the black market?" ”

"Behind those forces, they are all backed by families, so you can forget about what you did before...... Now that I'm grabbing a job, I'm really afraid that something will happen. ”

The boy's voice trembled a little, after all, let Dad know that he was involved in these things, and he must give him two feet.

"Really?" The boy smiled, "Then I'm looking forward to it." ”

The chubby boy shrunk his neck again, not daring to speak again.

At this time, the young man reminded again: "Oh yes, I'll give you 500 copies first, mainly to those survivors who show signs of cultivation." ”

"Cultivators are exempt, but it doesn't matter if they let them get it."

"Huh?" The boys were a little puzzled, "Is there any point in giving them?" ”

"They are the most solid grassroots in the future cultivation world, and they are also the group called 'scattered cultivation', maybe the strength of the individual is relatively weak, but they ...... gathered together."

"It's still weak," the chubby boy said earnestly, "Boss, in the future, the true realm cultivation is very terrifying, we want to earn some cultivation resources, and we can indeed gather through scattered cultivation to cause qualitative changes with quantitative changes." ”

"But if you really want to break into the next future...... We still have to find a way to get to know those who are so talented. ”

"If we give these pamphlets to the camp officials, we can get a lot of benefits!"

When the young man heard this, he yawned lazily and said, "Loose cultivation is what we must strive for, and you will understand it in the future, so we must promote it in our own name now...... As for the so-called talent. ”

"I'm not bad, okay!"

(End of chapter)