Mu Lingfeng picked up a piece on the chessboard. When he was about to make a move, the voice of Death came from the opposite side again: "Child, you have so many small moves in your secret!"

Mu Lingfeng was unmoved when he heard the words of the god of death and dropped the chess piece in his hand. Then he looked at the god of death in front of him with a smile. There was a hint of conspiracy in his smile: "Faced with the god of death who plays with people's hearts, I have to do this!"

I saw that there were two swords standing at Mu Lingfeng's feet, which were Mu Lingfeng's [Huaide Mingji] and the crazy winning [Dark Heart Mingde]. At this time, the divine light of the two swords was restrained and there was no distraction overflowing.

"A good sword also has divine power.

But do you think this will surpass me?" The gloomy words of Death were filled with a hint of playfulness and disdain.

"Hey, facing the God of Death, although it is just a remnant of the God of Death, who dares to say that he is sure to win? I did this just to fix myself here so as not to cause the God of Death to be unhappy later. The God of Death drove me away. Then it would be difficult for me to come in again!" At this time, Mu Lingfeng stood up with both swords, but he had some confidence in facing the God of Death, and his tone was a little more relaxed than before.

"Hahaha..." With the laughter of the god of death, [Shrine of Doomsday], [Forgetful River] and even the entire space were shocked.

Mu Lingfeng ignored the power of the god of death and the threat in the laughter of the god of death, and just looked at the god in front of him with a smile.

At this time, the two swords at Mu Lingfeng's feet were competing for each other. The holy energy in the two swords could appear secretly, and then it was input into Mu Lingfeng's body and then it became a small chaotic power.

At the same time, this small chaotic force firmly stabilized Mu Lingfeng's figure, so that Mu Lingfeng was not removed from this death space by the God of Death.

"You can play this game with me for a good child!" The God of Death picked up his chess piece and took another step, which represents the recognition of the God of Death, which recognizes that Mu Lingfeng is qualified to sit opposite him.

Because of the two swords, Mu Lingfeng, who used the power of the little chaos to force himself to stay in this space, is an existence that the god of death cannot be removed for the time being.

It turned out that Mu Lingfeng told the God of Death that he had met three gods just to divert the God of Death's attention.

Because the place where the God of Death is in the center of this magic space, this is the result obtained when Mu Lingfeng observed this magic space with his heavenly eyes.

Opposite the chessboard is the only one that can face the God of Death, and is also close to the God of Death, and is also the closest to the magic center.

Just now, when the God of Death laughed, he was driving the magic and moving Mu Lingfeng to another place, but the God of Death failed.

Because Mu Lingfeng used the dark energy in the two swords and the holy energy to become a small chaotic power in his body.

The power of the small chaos is a divine power, but it can interfere with, hinder, and offset the power of the god of death applied to Mu Lingfeng by the magic center.

Because Mu Lingfeng had such a way to do it, the God of Death also admitted that Mu Lingfeng was qualified to play this game with him.

Hearing the words of the god of death, Mu Lingfeng didn't say anything, picked up a chess piece again and took the next step.

And the God of Death also began to enjoy this game of chess, because the God of Death is powerful, no one is qualified to play chess with the God of Death.

Mu Lingfeng in front of him was the first person to play chess with the God of Death.

Although he is just a wisp of death now, he still enjoys this feeling.

[Shrine of Doomsday] There is no other sound, only a slight sound of falling sounds are intertwining.

At this time, Mu Lingfeng, who was playing chess with the Death God, had already started to overflow from his forehead, but Mu Lingfeng was exhausted in his heart.

At this time, Mu Lingfeng wanted to maintain the power of small chaos, but also wanted to play chess with the God of Death.

Although the God of Death cannot impress Mu Lingfeng through the chessboard due to the power of Xiao Chaos, the most labor-consuming thing is just playing chess with God of Death.

When the chess reached the middle game, Mu Lingfeng had given up winning, because he would be able to maintain the power of the small chaos.

It was also because of this that Mu Lingfeng lost without surprise.

At the end of the chess game, the God of Death's fingers moved slightly, and when he wanted to restore the chessboard to the beginning, the chessboard did not change at all.

However, it was Mu Lingfeng's small chaos power that once again affected the magic changes of the God of Death.

"Ha..." The god of death chuckled, but he took action to restore the chessboard himself, and Mu Lingfeng also took action to set the chessboard again.

But the God of Death did not start the chess game again, but instead looked at Mu Lingfeng in front of him: "Child, tell me your wish!"

"I dare not make a wish to the God of Death. I came here just to make an equal deal with the God of Death!"

The past is the lesson. No one who makes a wish to the God of Death has a good ending, so Mu Lingfeng naturally will not make a wish to the God of Death.

Although Mu Lingfeng is confident that the god of death can make him unable to affect himself, Mu Lingfeng does not intend to take a risk.

"Trade, such a strange word!

But what can you come up with to attract me, and what do you want to get from me?" The god of death had a little interest in the transactions that Mu Lingfeng said.

Trading is a feeling that Death has never felt before.

Everyone makes wishes to the god of death, wanting to get something from the god of death, but they don’t know that all wishes are a trap, and they are all deaf playing with people’s hearts to satisfy their own pleasure.

"The thing I want to trade is a piece of news, a piece of news about the God of Death!" Mu Lingfeng talked about the thing he traded.

"Hahaha..." Hearing Mu Lingfeng's deal, Death laughed endlessly.

"Child, don't you find it ridiculous to sell the news about the god of death to death?"

"It's not ridiculous, because the news I know is something that even you, who is the god of death, don't know.

How about it, are you interested in knowing it?" Mu Lingfeng did not dare to be surprised at all in the face of the God of Death's retort, but Mu Lingfeng's face was full of confidence, because this news was something that even the God of Death would not know.

"Is that so, what do you want from me?" Death was interested in completing this transaction because he could see Mu Lingfeng's confidence.

"The way for man to become a god!" Mu Lingfeng said what he wanted to trade.

"Become a god!

Child, with your potential and the power of the Holy Spirit Fruit in your body, it is only a matter of time to become a god!”

"Ha, with your ability to die, how could you not know that although the Holy Spirit Fruit can help me become a god, it takes a long time. Even with my ability at this time, I cannot sense the time of success. I cannot wait for such a long time, and I need to improve my strength as soon as possible!

There is also the God who becomes a god with the Holy Spirit Fruit. What I have created is just a god who remains the God of the Holy Spirit Fruit. I don’t want to do it!"

"Hahaha……

Ambitious kids, I promise you this deal!

Tell me the news about your death that I don’t even know as the God of Death!”
Chapter completed!