Seeing the boat sinking into the lake, Sun Hao's face turned dark instantly.
Seeing this, Xu Liang asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Cousin, what's wrong with you?"
Only then did Sun Hao come back to his senses, breaking out in a cold sweat. He looked at Xu Liang coldly and said nothing.
As the boat sank, only three of the six surviving monks on board climbed up to the pavilion in the middle of the lake before the boat sank.
Except for the monk who was on the eighth level of the Yuanhua Stage, the other two surviving monks were on the fourth level of the Yuanhua Stage.
The three surviving monks looked back and saw that the monster seemed to be very afraid of the Huxin Pavilion. Two meters away from the Huxin Pavilion, the monster stopped and did not dare to move forward at all.
When several people saw this, their eyes showed a look of surviving the disaster.
Seeing this scene, Sun Hao's expression changed, he looked at the three monks nervously and said, "Look what's in the pavilion?"
The monk on the eighth floor of the Yuanhua Period said something casually, and then walked into the center of the pavilion first. In addition to two skeletons, a stone table appeared in front of him.
On the stone table, there is a chessboard with a white stone and a black stone on each board. Next to the chessboard, there are two stone bowls filled with black and white flags.
Upon seeing this, the eighth-level monk of the Yuanhua period showed a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and reached out to touch the chess pieces on the chessboard.
Just when his hand was about to touch the chess piece, his pupils shrank and he instantly retracted his hand that was originally extended because he saw a line of writing on the corner of the stone table.
Although the handwriting is a little blurry, it can be roughly read.
"In the chess game of life and death, wait for the right person. If you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die. Choose carefully. If you don't choose, you can leave on your own in the Netherworld Treasure Ship."
Seeing these small words, the face of the eighth-level monk in the Yuanhua period instantly turned ugly.
It turns out that the name of the small boat just now was the Netherworld Treasure Ship, but now that boat has sunk, it is impossible for them to leave. The only way out now is to play chess.
Although he didn't know what this game was about, he knew that if they wanted to get out of here alive, they had to finish the game on the chessboard.
Thinking of this, the eighth-level monk in the Yuanhua period wanted to cry but had no choice. It was okay to let him kill people, but he didn't know anything about playing chess.
He turned around suddenly, looked at the two monks on the fourth level of the Yuanhua Stage with his scarlet eyes, and asked sternly: "Which of you can play chess?"
Playing chess?
The two looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.
Seeing this, the eighth-level Yuan Hua Stage monk had a flash of impatience in his eyes, and simply told the two of them what he had just discovered. The two monks were stunned, and one of them, a thin monk, said: "I can."
When the eighth-level monk of the Yuanhua period saw this, his eyes lit up: "Okay, then you come."
The monk nodded, walked to the stone table, lifted up the skeleton sitting on the stone bench, and sat down.
Upon seeing this, the eighth-level monk of the Yuanhua period suddenly changed his expression. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the monk had already put his hand into the stone bowl containing the white chess pieces.
"ah!"
At this time, the monk suddenly screamed and suddenly pulled his hand out of the stone bowl.
The eighth-level Yuan Hua period monk looked over, and when he looked at the monk's wrist, he suddenly took a breath of air.
I saw that the monk's right hand had disappeared, a flat cut appeared on his wrist, and blood was flowing profusely.
Another monk looked at this scene with a horrified look on his face, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.
The face of the eighth-level monk in the Yuanhua period was extremely ugly. He was about to reprimand the monk who had broken his hand, but suddenly his pupils shrank and he stared at something on the stone table in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.
I saw clearly written on the stone table: "For desecrating the deceased, one of your hands will be cut off as a punishment."
Seeing this line of words, the face of the eighth-level monk in the Yuan Hua period instantly turned gloomy, and he slapped the monk with the severed hand in the face.
"Idiot, don't you know there are dangers everywhere here? I asked you to play chess, why are you touching that skeleton?"
The monk endured the pain from his wrist and said with an aggrieved face: "I, I didn't know it would be like this."
"Idiot, why don't you hurry up!"
"But, my hand is broken."
"Is your left hand broken too?"
Seeing the murderous eyes of the eighth-level Yuan Hua period monk, the broken-hand monk trembled all over, and quickly sat down in front of the stone table, carefully taking out a white seed from the stone bowl and dropping it.
On the shore, Sun Hao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, with a hint of joking in his eyes.
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the monk with the severed hand had just dropped the white piece on the chessboard when something unexpected happened.
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There was just a loud noise, and the black lake water that had just calmed down surged again. Then, in front of everyone's horrified eyes, the black lake water surged, and a warrior wearing white armor appeared above the lake.
In the stone bowl containing black chess pieces, a black chess piece automatically jumped out and landed steadily on the chess board.
At this time, the lake water surged again, and a warrior wearing black armor appeared above the lake.
When two armored warriors, one white and one black, saw each other, they both roared and attacked each other. A fierce battle began between the white-armored warrior and the black-armored warrior.
The strange thing is that the two warriors obviously have very powerful auras, but they do not use any secret combat skills, but rely on pure physical strength to fight head-on.
The white-armored warrior was obviously no match for the black-armored warrior. After a while, he was stepped into the lake by the black-armored warrior and never came out again.
Without an opponent, the black-armored warrior landed on the lake, standing aside like a sculpture, his powerful aura disappearing instantly.
puff!
As the black and white warriors decided the winner, the monk with a severed hand who was playing chess suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Continue." Upon seeing this, the eighth-level monk of the Yuanhua period said coldly.
After hearing this, the monk with severed hands pulled himself together, took out another white chess piece from the stone bowl, and dropped it onto the chessboard.
boom!
Just like before, as the monk with severed hands dropped the chess piece, another white-armored warrior appeared from the lake and fought with the black-armored warrior who appeared later.
There was another fierce physical collision. In the end, the white-armored warrior was defeated and fell into the lake and disappeared. The black-armored warrior who was fighting him landed next to the black-armored warrior just now.
He also restrained his breath, like a statue.
"I have a bad feeling." Next to Zhang Yifeng, Guan Mufeng said with a solemn expression as he looked at the two black-armored warriors on the lake.