In a state of confusion, Luo Yan didn't know if Qingyu and Mu Yan'er were still waiting for him in the Tianmen Mountain village outside. He even began to worry about whether he could leave here alive.

While studying chess records, he occasionally thinks about things in the mortal world.

The scene of being bullied by Huang Yuntao in Hongmu Village, the scene of Shangguan Feiyu helping him, the scene of Huyan Peiqing silently dedicating himself to him, as well as Mu Shanshan's playful smile, Bai Xiangyi's charming charm, Feng Haixin's eyes when saying goodbye...

While these experiences made him feel happy, they also gave him the motivation to persevere.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but the old Luo Yan can only crawl on the ground and read the chess records on the last bookshelf.

Now, after each book he practices, he can only stand up holding on to the bookshelf before going to get the next book.

Over the years, the voice he encountered when he came in never appeared again. There was nothing in the secret room except the chess records, chess pieces and chess board.

He watched and practiced day and night, endured loneliness, and tempered his character.

When he finished reading the last book, he let out a long breath, and then countless chess pieces appeared in front of him. Each chess piece seemed to have a spiritual connection with him. As his thoughts formed different chess games in the air, his thoughts flickered.

During this time, the chess game also changed.

At this time, he also turned into a sloppy old man, with his eyebrows, beard and hair hanging on the ground and entangled with each other.

The white robe he was wearing when he came in was already torn, and his two skinny arms were exposed as he crawled inch by inch toward the stone door of the secret room.

After seeing the endgame again, he pointed to the bottom of the black piece and placed the white piece on it.

Then looking at the chess board, all the chess pieces turned into monks wearing black and white robes, each holding a magic weapon and fighting fiercely.

The black-robed monks all held long knives in their hands and struck fiercely, as if they wanted to kill the white-robed monks.

The white-robed monks on the wall first separated some people to block the outside, and the remaining people formed a large formation, and a white phoenix emerged from the formation.

After the white phoenix appeared, it immediately screamed and swallowed the black-robed monks one by one. Finally, it flew into the air, flew around the secret room, and then burrowed into the wall next to the stone door.

The originally closed stone door made a "creak, creak" sound after Phoenix entered the stone wall, and then slowly opened.

Then a dazzling white light came in, and the moment it hit Luo Yan, his body floated up and flew out.

After a period of dizziness, Luo Yan found that he was still sitting opposite Qing Ju, with one arm still in the air and not retracting it, and the surrounding environment remained unchanged.

However, the experience in the secret room seemed to be a dream, but he felt that this dream was too real, and the chess records he had read were still clearly in his mind.

Qing Ju apologized sheepishly again: "I'm sorry, Master, I patted your arm to comfort you, but I didn't expect to knock the chess piece off. Otherwise, why don't you pick it up again?"

Luo Yan retracted his arm and said, "Don't regret losing the chess piece. It's your turn to make the black piece."

Qing Ju smiled and placed a black chess piece next to the white chess piece he just dropped.

Luo Yan picked up another white chess piece without hesitation and put it down immediately.

When Qingju raised the black chess piece again, her face changed drastically. It turned out that the great advantage she had established was with this white chess piece.

After it fell, it became useless. Now it seems that with just one step, more than half of the black chess pieces on the board will become dead chess pieces.

She weakly dropped the black stone in her hand, and then Luo Yan put down the last white stone in his hand and said, "Does Fairy Qingju know how to leave this Wujue Peak?"

Qingju said: "This peak has steep walls and cliffs. It is also in a no-fly zone. If you want to leave from the outside, it may be as difficult as climbing to the sky. The only way is to use this chessboard in front of you. Congratulations to the young master for winning this game."

Get a chance to use the chessboard once."

After speaking, she put the chess pieces on the board into the box next to her, then turned the chess board over, placed it on the ground, and pointed her finger at the middle square, and a green light immediately appeared around the chess board.

Qingju pointed at the changed chessboard and said to Luo Yan, "Master, why don't you stand up?"

Luo Yan followed her instructions and stepped into the chessboard in the green light. Then he saw the chessboard rising slowly and flying towards a mountain peak in the distance.

Luo Yan felt as if he was on a spiritual boat, with the whistling mountain wind blowing in his ears.

Deep in the valley, in the quaint hall, the old man in white robe with lop-shouldered ears said dissatisfiedly:

"This kid must be very lucky. It's ridiculous that he can get through this. The next level will have to be more difficult to make him quit."

As he spoke, he also shot a golden light into the void.

On the peak where Luo Yan flew, there was an elegant courtyard. Next to the rockery in the courtyard, a woman in a yellow skirt with high bun was polishing ink. On the table next to her were several pieces of handwriting that had just been written.

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At this moment, a golden light flew from the void and penetrated into the center of her eyebrows.

Then the woman frowned slightly and looked at the flying chessboard. Before it fell, she stretched out her hand.

The originally stable chessboard, after being touched by the woman, immediately flipped over in the air and then flew back.

Luo Yan fell out of the air and fell into the pond, breaking several lotus flowers.

The rising water splashed onto the woman in the yellow skirt, and a scream spread throughout the mountain peak.

Luo Yan fell down and crawled out of the lotus bush covered in water. Seeing his embarrassing appearance and the woman's wet yellow robe, he hurriedly apologized:

"Fairy makes atonement. During the flight, for some reason, the chessboard under my feet suddenly malfunctioned and fell here. It scared you. I will leave quickly."

The woman in yellow robe widened her almond-shaped eyes and shouted: "You damaged my golden lotus and just want to leave like this. How can anything in the world be so cheap?"

As she spoke, she struck out with a palm, knocking Luo Yan to the ground who had just turned around, then grabbed back and carried Luo Yan back like a bag.

Then he was imprisoned on a stone pillar in the courtyard. No matter how hard Luo Yan struggled, he could not break free.

After the woman in yellow finished all this, she went back to the back room and changed into a robe, and then returned to the courtyard to continue sharpening her ink.

After that, she picked up the brush next to her, wrote the word "check" in the air, and then pushed it forward.

The golden font immediately flew towards Luo Yan, submerged into his body, and reached his Dantian.

Luo Yan found that after seeing this word, his Nascent Soul became frightened, his body began to tremble, and he immediately shrank to the innermost part of his Dantian.

Fortunately, the golden word "cha" stayed in the Dantian for a moment and then dispersed on its own, allowing the frightened villain to let out a sigh of relief.

In front of this woman whose cultivation level was much higher than his own, Luo Yan knew that any resistance would be in vain and the result would only bring more pain to himself.

He calmed down, and when he looked at the woman again, he found that she looked exactly the same as Lan'er and Qingju before, which made him a little unbelievable.

However, after the misunderstanding with Qing Ju last time, he no longer took them for granted as the same person, but asked cautiously:

"Have you ever heard of Lan'er and Qingju, fairies?"

"I don't know." The woman in yellow robe in front of me replied coldly.

"Then how should I call the fairy?" Luo Yan asked tentatively.

The woman in yellow robe suddenly smiled mysteriously and replied: "Xin Zhu, but no one who knows my name can leave here alive. Are you satisfied now?"

Luo Yan's back felt cold when he heard this, and he thought to himself, how could he be so unlucky? How could he be brought into such a strange environment just by climbing up the stairs, and meet three women with the same appearance?

Because everything is unpredictable, he controls himself in the palm of his hand.

"Fairy Xinzhu, you imprisoned me here, how do you plan to ask me to compensate you for the golden lotus?" After thinking for a moment, Luo Yan asked again.

"You can choose to be my book boy and grind my ink for ten thousand years, or you can choose to defeat me and leave on your own." Xinzhu looked at him.

"Thank you for your love, Fairy. It's a pity that I'm busy with something, so I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here for too long, so I won't be able to fulfill your wish of being a book boy for ten thousand years.

And with my current cultivation level in the early stage of integration, it will be difficult to defeat you. Is there a third way?"

"The third way is that I will make you into flower fertilizer and bury you under this pond forever." This time Xinzhu replied expressionlessly.

Luo Yan didn't speak anymore, but he was unwilling to give up. He quickly thought about any way to escape. Finally, he thought of the Tianye Demon Lord in the soul-nurturing furnace and the Shangxian Yiqing he met in the Wuming Sea.

So, he branched out with a spiritual thought, first entered the soul-nurturing furnace containing Yi Qing, told him the situation outside, and then transmitted all the information he saw to him.

After looking at it, Yi Qing smiled mysteriously and said: "My soul has been seriously damaged. I'm afraid I can't help you this time. Good luck has its own destiny. Misfortunes are where blessings depend on, and blessings are where misfortune lies. You can get out."

Don’t give up is the best outcome.”

Luo Yan seemed to understand what he said, but he knew that he definitely couldn't count on him this time.

After leaving Yiqing's place, he went to the soul-nurturing furnace where Tianye Demon Lord was located, and told the Tianye Demon Lord about the situation outside and the phenomena he saw.

Tianye Demon Lord's soul recovered much better than expected. After hearing this, he laughed loudly, patted Luo Yan on the shoulder and said:

"I didn't realize that my apprentice has such good fortune. This is probably unique in the lower world!

It's just that you human monks are too cumbersome to do things, unlike us demons, who are straightforward and neat no matter what we do. After I fully recover, you should follow me to the demons!"

Luo Yan said: "Senior Demon Lord, I can't even pass this level now, so why talk about the future? You have said so much, do you want to help or not?"
Chapter completed!