Chapter 1811 (1/2)

After the opening of the ancient and modern games, the chessboard appeared a layer of fog, which was absolutely confidential to the outside world. Mysterious fairies and many nearby masters could not see the changes of the chessboard, only a chaos.

Jun Chen sat for three days.

Then he opened his eyes and shook his head.

If you want to win this chessboard, your accomplishments are not enough. At least you have to come back after becoming an immortal.

The mysterious fairy accompanied him for three days. Now he couldn't help laughing and asked, ”what's the matter? What's the gain? ”

Jun dust light way: ”if I say, I win under the chess spirit, do you believe it?”

The mysterious fairy cherry lips slightly move, did not ask again.

Jun Chen shakes his head and smiles and says, ”don't know the fairy can still remember our promise before?”

The mysterious fairy boiled a pot of tea and poured a cup to the king's dust: ”Sir, please tell me, this fairy knows everything.”

Jun Chen asked, ”have the people of all saints have entered the temples?”

The mysterious fairy was more curious. She took a sip of tea and asked with a smile: ”young master, do you want to join the Wansheng cult

Jun Chen didn't explain.

If he didn't come back to the temple of God, he didn't want to bring his identity back.

Seeing that Jun Chen didn't explain, the mysterious fairy thought the former acquiesced, and immediately his voice became colder and said, ”I think we are all indifferent people, and the Wansheng sect is not the one ten thousand years ago. I don't recommend you to join it.”

Jun Chen looked at the mysterious fairy: ”the fairy has prejudice to all saints?”

However, the mysterious fairy did not answer positively, but said: ”the people of the cult of all saints have indeed come, and they almost pour out their nests. If anyone blocks their way, they will be crushed.”

”Therefore, young master, be careful.”

Smell speech, Jun dust slightly a Leng, this mysterious fairy seems to have prejudice with the all saints religion.

The mysterious fairy also said with a smile: ”this fairy came at the first time after the opening of the temples, and has entered and left the temples. If you want to find a chance to become a God, I can help you.”

Jun dust is a Zheng: ”why do fairies help me?”

The mysterious fairy's lips moved slightly: ”are you surprised? It's a rare fate that we can play 6000 rounds on the ancient chessboard. ”

”It's very difficult for me to meet friends. It's nothing to help you. I was born in a turbulent era. Who doesn't want to make a few good friends and share weal and woe together?”

There was a tinge of affection in her voice.

The onlookers were envious. Did they just see a couple of lovers with their own eyes?

Other people can feel the favor of the mysterious fairy, and Jun Chen can't feel it. But Jun Chen doesn't believe everything. It's easy to believe people who don't know their roots, so they are easy to suffer losses.

This is the reason why he suffered losses after 30000 years of practice.

Mysterious woman stood up and said with a smile: ”you can call me if snow.”

Jun dust a listen to ”if snow” is a pseudonym, so also did not reveal the real name: ”clever, my name is Ruochen.”

Ruochen is a common pseudonym of Junchen in the nine realms.

Using a pseudonym is really normal in the world of practice. Some high-ranking people, who have been rampant all over the world, are so mysterious that they don't even know what his original name is and what his origin is. Even if there are thousands of enemies, those enemies don't know where to look for him.

It's a way to protect yourself.

The mysterious woman's immortal eyes held a faint smile and her eyes twinkled slightly. She said, ”Ruochen, would you like to go to the temples?”

”Why not?” Jun Chen nodded.

Together, they passed through the first floor door of the temple and disappeared into it.

After a while, he came to an ancient mountain.

The mountains here are like forests, rising from the sky with dim light. There is only one moon hanging between heaven and earth, just like walking in the night. The sky and the earth are dead.

This silence, not from silence, but a long night silence of death and withering.

Is this a mausoleum of gods and demons?