Either play chess or be trapped here forever?
Fan Li always felt that something was not right.
Although the Emperor Zhudan in front of him was also sinister, ruthless and disgusting, he always felt a little different from what Di Yu recalled in his memory.
What's the difference?
Fan Li must understand this, otherwise he will definitely win less and lose more if he rashly starts a war with Emperor Zhudan.
"Why don't you speak!?"
"After all, you have the destiny of being an emperor, but you are so timid?"
"No wonder you only occupy the position of prime minister but dare not rule the world. You are so weak and useless?"
Emperor Zhudan kept sarcastic and sarcastic, trying to lure Fan Li into a fight.
Fan Li was not angry, he just stared at the opponent carefully, as if he wanted to see through the enemy.
For a long time, Fan Li still didn't respond.
Bai Jiujiu was anxious. She didn't want to be trapped and die in the chessboard world.
"Fan Li! Why are you so useless? Hurry up and accept the challenge!"
"Di Zhu Dan has been in the world for tens of thousands of years. Do you think you can afford to spend time with him?"
"Even if I have more than a hundred years of life left, I can't waste it here with you!"
Huh?
Bai Jiujiu's words did not anger Fan Li, but made him have some associations.
What is it?
Dry consumption?
Shouyuan?
Survive for thousands of years?
correct!
Fan Li's eyes lit up. Facing Emperor Zhudan who was trapped in the chessboard world ten thousand years ago, he asked tentatively: "Are you still a human?"
As soon as these words came out, Huang Longshi was stunned and Bai Jiujiu was surprised!
"Fan Li, are you crazy?"
"How long has it been and you are still talking nonsense?"
"Who do you think you're dealing with?"
"He is the son of Emperor Yao. Of course he is a human with pure blood. How could he be something inhuman?"
Bai Jiu felt that Fan Li was really inexplicable!
If this man wasn't his inner demon, Bai Jiu would have really wanted to peel off his skin, cramp his muscles, chop his flesh and grind his bones, and let Fan Li be cut into pieces!
But gradually, Bai Jiu's yelling became weaker.
She seemed to... also realize something?
Emperor Zhudan is a human being.
A mortal's lifespan is no more than a hundred years.
Mortal practitioners, as long as they fail to ascend to immortality, will have a limited life span.
Hundreds of years are already the end of life.
A thousand-year lifespan has not been seen since the Great Qin Dynasty.
Wanshou is a legendary existence!
Emperor Zhudan has lived from ten thousand years ago to the present. How did he do it? ? ?
Bai Jiu looked at Emperor Zhudan, gradually showing fear.
Women are afraid of evil spirits, like ghosts and monsters.
Even if a Mahayana practitioner like Bai Jiujiu still has a woman's nature, her first reaction is to scream: There is a ghost! ! ! ! !
"... brat."
Emperor Zhudan's handsome face gradually became distorted.
His originally fair and jade-like skin suddenly turned blood red from the inside out, as if stained.
In an instant, Di Zhudan turned into a bloody man.
From head to toe, skin, beard, and hair, everything was a terrifying blood color, just like a Shangjun chessboard.
Fan Li finally understood.
"You played chess with the Seventeenth Emperor Xia Emperor. Although you stole their longevity and luck, you still cannot withstand the ten thousand years of waiting."
"So, you gave up your body and parasitized your soul on Shangjun's chessboard."
"If the chessboard is immortal, you will live forever."
"But you can't survive on your own without the chessboard, right?"
Di Zhudan's face gradually became distorted.
Obviously, Fan Li hit the nail on the head.
He is really no longer a human being!
"Smart! As expected of a man with great fortune."
Di Zhudan suddenly smiled evilly.
"You are very good, you are indeed qualified."
Fan Li looked at the other party in confusion.
What's the meaning?
Qualified?
Fan Li didn't believe that such words coming from Di Zhudan's mouth would be a good thing.
"Don't you understand? Hahahaha~!"
Emperor Zhudan laughed, his voice even worse than Ye Xiao's.
The entire chessboard world echoed with his inhuman laughter!
Emperor Zhudan smiled enough and said his purpose without any concealment:
"Ten thousand years ago, I almost succeeded in planning and winning the great Xia kingdom and the longevity of Xia's seventeenth emperor."
"It's a pity that Jie and Cheng Tang conspired, and in the end I only got the small land of Nanchao."
"Today I am playing chess with you, and my plan is your destiny."
"But besides that...hahahaha...I also admire your young body."
Appreciate the physical body?
Bai Jiu listened and thought that Emperor Zhu Dan had some weird hobby.
But Fan Li looked solemn, and two words came to his mind:
Seize the house!
Emperor Zhudan continued: "The emperor's fate, cultivation qualifications, bones and blood are far beyond ordinary people. If I take your body and then rule the world, it will not be in vain for me to have to endure hardships for thousands of years."
"But if I refuse to play chess and die of old age in the chessboard world, you will not be able to take away my body and destiny."
Fan Li spoke calmly.
Facing the most ferocious, dangerous, and vicious enemy, he knew that he must remain rational at all times.
Evil people like Di Zhudan are best at stirring up emotions and making people lose their minds.
"You...hum!"
Di Zhudan was stunned at first, and then realized that he had underestimated Fan Li.
Perhaps this young man is even better than Di Yu in terms of patience?
In order to make Di Yu put down his guard against him, Di Zhu Dan spent ten years planning and finally deceived him into entering the game.
It's a pity that the boy in front of him has seen Di Yu's memory and can no longer be deceived.
"Boy, your name is Fan Li?" Di Zhudan's tone slowed down.
"Exactly." Fan Li nodded.
"Haha...Fan Li."
"Are you really willing to die trapped here?"
"I can tell you openly, yes, as long as you refuse to play chess, I really have no choice but to watch you die."
"But again, as long as you agree to play chess, the whole process will be absolutely fair and just."
"Even I cannot interfere with the rules of victory and defeat on the Shangjun chessboard."
"Maybe you can defeat me? Maybe you can escape?"
Di Zhudan continued to induce and even increase the chips.
"If you win, not only can you regain your freedom, but you will also become the new owner of [Shangjun Chessboard]."
"The woman next to you is a chess cultivator, right?"
"She can vouch for the qualities of chess spirit treasures."
When Fan Li heard this, he turned to look at Bai Jiu.
Bai Jiu was depressed.
When she came to Nanchao this time, she originally hoped to get the so-called ancient emperor's inheritance.
Now it seems that [Shangjun Chessboard] should have been her biggest gain, but in the end she had no chance at all.
Bai Jiu nodded with a cold face.
"The owner of [Shangjun Chessboard] is Emperor Zhudan, but he abandoned his body and integrated his soul into the chessboard. This behavior is equivalent to becoming the weapon spirit of [Shangjun Chessboard]."
"If you defeat Emperor Zhudan, you will defeat the weapon spirit, and you will naturally become the new owner of [Shangjun Chessboard]."
"When the time comes, whether you make Emperor Zhudan surrender or wipe out the weapon spirit, it's up to you."
Bai Jiu said and took out his [Lanke Chessboard].
"It was only after I defeated Lan Ke Qi Ling that I subdued him."
"The original weapon spirit of [Lanke Chessboard] was also erased by me."
Fan Li smiled and said, "Oh? Thank you very much, Holy Lord Bai, for your guidance."
Just now, Fan Li used the system encyclopedia to confirm that Bai Jiujiu did not lie.
Defeated Emperor Zhudan, obtained the [Shangjun Chessboard], and even made Emperor Zhudan surrender?
The temptation is indeed great enough.
However, Fan Li was not interested.
He has no interest in subduing Emperor Zhudan. Keeping such a guy by his side is like carrying a poisonous snake with him. There is a danger that it may bite him back at any time.
As for the [Shangjun Chessboard], although Fan Li never claimed to be a gentleman, he had little interest in refining weapons made from Shangjun's flesh and blood.
"I……"
Fan Li was about to refuse, but a system sound of 'ding' came from his mind.
"Trigger random mission: Shang Jun's legacy."
"Mission description: Shang Jun was killed by his friend Zhu Dan's conspiracy, and his bones and blood were refined into chess pieces. Even after ten thousand years, Shang Jun will not be able to escape."
"Mission requirement: free Shang Jun."
"Mission reward: a drop of [Human Emperor's Blood]."
"Human Emperor's Blood: The blood essence of the ancient Human Emperor can be used to refine the emperor's spiritual treasure and improve its grade."
Fan Li was stunned.
He didn't expect that the system would choose this time to issue the task.
The rewards are indeed good, and what Fan Li needs most is to improve his strength.
Realm, power, and high-level spiritual treasures are all expressions of strength.
However, the mission requirements are very vague.
Let Shang Jun be freed?
How to do it?
While Fan Li was thinking, he seemed to hear a strange voice whispering in his ears.
"His Majesty……"
"Your Majesty..."
"Please...save me..."
Fan Li was stunned and almost asked, "Who are you?"
But before he could speak, the voice came again.
"I am Shangjun..."
Fan Li was shocked.
I can actually hear Shang Jun's voice?
He even clearly felt that the sound came from the bloody chessboard!
Fan Li looked around, but there was no reaction from Huang Longshi and Bai Jiujiu.
Could it be that only I can hear Shang Jun's voice?
Fan Li smiled bitterly when he saw the task requirements on one side and Shang Jun's begging on the other.
"Don't beg, I promise you." Fan Li thought in his heart.
There is nothing more than a clone on the left and right. If you fight hard, what if you win?
Shang Jun's remnants seemed to be able to hear Fan Li's inner voice, or maybe he was too weak to plead and plead, so he became quiet.
"good."
"I'll play chess with you."
Fan Li responded loudly to Emperor Zhu Dan.
Di Zhudan, who was facing neither humans nor ghosts, suddenly burst out into a burst of weird laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Stupid idiot!"
"Could it be that in the world ten thousand years from now, everyone in the world will be like you?"
"You have clearly seen Di Yu's memories and know that I am an ancient chess master, but you actually dare to play chess with me?"
"When I defeat you, I will use your identity to change the dynasty. I believe that no one in the world can be my opponent!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
Emperor Zhudan smiled wildly, as if he had the face of a villain who succeeded in his evil plot.
At this time, the color of the chessboard world changed, and the bloody chessboard covered the vast land and appeared under the feet of Fan Li and Emperor Zhu Dan.
"The rules of the world have been confirmed, and the game between you and me has begun." Di Zhudan's face was full of ecstasy.
Fan Li was not impatient.
Of course he has not forgotten Zhu Dan's identity. Although he does not know the true founder of [Chess], the identity of the ancient chess master cannot be faked.
But so what?
I really can't beat Emperor Zhudan?
Fan Li didn't think so.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started." Fan Li said calmly: "It seems that you are holding the black position, please make your move first."
"Hey Hey!"
Emperor Zhudan is very thoughtful and always wants to seize the opportunity.
The one with black will make the first move, and if he takes one step ahead, he may lead every step. What's more, [Shangjun Chessboard] has no goal-oriented rules and will not give any subsidies to Fan Li, who holds white.
Fan Li took a look at the direction of where the Emperor Zhu Dan dropped. There was no reaction on his face, and a white drop fell on his face.
Snapped!
Bang bang!
The two of them only need to think a little, and [Shangjun Chessboard] will respond.
The black and white mountains serve as chess pieces and fall on the chessboard of the earth. It is indeed an extraordinary sight.
However, after only thirty moves of chess, Di Zhudan's expression changed.
His moves are getting slower and slower, and his thinking time is getting longer and longer.
In fact, Di Zhudan's blood faded away and he turned into a normal person.
Visible to the naked eye, cold sweat fell from his forehead.
"How can it be?"
"I reached the realm of chess saint ten thousand years ago, how can I be inferior to this kid ten thousand years later?!"
Di Zhudan stared at Fan Li with blood-red eyes.
"How did you do it?"
"You are so young, but you have such chess skills?!"
Fan Li smiled and said nothing, but Huang Longshi and Bai Jiu behind him had strange expressions.
"Answer me!"
The reaction of the three people was even more difficult for Di Zhudan to accept.
"Your chess...isn't it a fairy chess?!"
The more Di Zhudan yelled, the weirder the expressions on the faces of the three people opposite him became.
Especially Bai Jiu, the look he looked at Di Zhudan was filled with disappointment, and even a little bit of disdain.
"Have you read "The Book of Chess"?" Fan Li suddenly asked.
Emperor Zhudan was stunned when he heard this, and shook his head subconsciously: "I have never read it."
"Then you must not have read "Go Rules", "Xuanxuan Collection", "Guanzi Pu", and "Game Theory Guide"?" Fan Li asked again.
Bai Jiu couldn't help but said: "He is an ancient man from ten thousand years ago. How could he have read chess books that lasted nearly a thousand years?"
Fan Li smiled.
"Asshole!"
"What do you mean?"
Di Zhudan roared, but with a strong sense of powerlessness.
"Idiot." Fan Li said calmly: "A chess master from ten thousand years ago? You may have been great ten thousand years ago, but after the development of chess for ten thousand years, your skills have long been outdated."
"How is that possible!?" Di Zhudan was shocked.
He once defeated Emperor Yu and forced the royal families of all dynasties to study chess, but in the end he barely managed to draw with him.
Are all my amazing tricks and chess moves that are difficult for the world to understand, no longer worth mentioning today?
Fan Li glanced at the chess board and said: "One thing is that your chess skills are still pretty good. But in terms of current standards, you can be considered a professional chess player at best, but you are not even qualified to be a chess practitioner. "
This principle is too simple.
Just like the ancient savage who drank blood from his hair and accidentally invented the addition and subtraction from zero to one hundred, he might be elected as the leader of the tribe.
But in the eyes of modern people, the same knowledge may be at the level of children.
Bai Jiu was in a very complicated mood at the moment.
She never expected that such a terrifying existence ten thousand years ago would...actually be outdated?
On the red chessboard, Bai Jiu carefully looked at the position of the black and white mountains several times.
In her opinion, Di Zhudan's methods were not worth mentioning.
As for Fan Li, although he suppressed Emperor Zhudan, his strength was not as good as when he played against him that day.
strangeness.
Something is wrong with Fan Li too?
Bai Jiujiu was tangled in his heart.
She knew that if this continued, Fan Li would be able to win without even using a hundred moves.
what to do?
Fan Li is already his own inner demon. If he gets a Shangjun chessboard that is far better than Lan Ke's chessboard, won't it be impossible for him to get rid of his inner demon in this life?
unless……
Bai Jiu suddenly laid out a chessboard!
Next to the huge bloody chessboard, there is a slightly smaller white chessboard floating.
"Fan Li, you are my inner demon."
"Today I will challenge you again!"
"The Lanke chessboard is different from the Shangjun chessboard. Once I place it, you must start the game, regardless of whether you agree or not!"
Two against one!
Bai Jiu wants to take advantage of others' danger and defeat Fan Li when he is distracted!
