Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythology Card Group

Chapter 182 Field Collision: [Death of Daiyu] VS [Epic of the "Brave" of Qingshan]

"He also has a domain card in this domain?"

In the Grand View Garden, the unfinished Qiushuangzhai is full of mist.

Ji Nian stood in the octagonal pavilion on the southeast earth hill and looked around.

This place is one of the commanding heights in the park.

Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of everything in the arena.

King Ren is indeed very rich, or in other words, his family is very rich.

At least from the perspective of Chronicle, this domain has almost no problems from a design point of view.

The main scene is an endless wilderness, which ensures that he will not be easily ambushed.

And the small designs such as the tomb, the cemetery, the river, and the small temple provided him with a place to place the Kaling.

And in this field, he can freely control the time and weather, and provide various assistance for his style of play.

"This kid is indeed not good at domain-type card making, but it is precisely because he is not good at it that his family will make up for him."

"Up to now, he is definitely the toughest guy in the domain competition, bar none."

"This is the benefit of having a backer behind you."

Thinking of this, Ji Nian couldn't help sighing.

Thinking that he has traveled so far, alone, without a system, and without a simulator, he only has knowledge in his head.

It usually takes a lot of effort to choose and create goals, which is really incomparable to these second-generation people who have the help of teachers and have to think up stories by themselves.

This is the difference between people.

He must "support himself".

Thinking of this, the way he looked at Ren Wang also changed.

——It's these guys who are born with hooks, and they should be beaten to death for taking away the opportunity of a person like him who is doing his job and only cultivates on his own.

"Yingtai, Daiyu."

Following his soft call, two little girls appeared beside him in an instant.

One turned into a form of red and white makeup, with a mortuary face covered, horrifying and glamorous;
The other one was also dead, but instead of wearing a wedding dress, she was dressed in plain clothes.

One red, one white, one happy and one mournful.

They all have more inexplicable and unclear charm than the usual Internet addicted girls and tech geeks.

"Strangely beautiful."

Ji Nian's eyes moved slightly, subconsciously revealing xp.

But he immediately returned to his gentlemanly appearance, and patted the shoulders of the two little girls, telling them to take their places.

Yingtai went to sit in the sedan chair, Daiyu walked around the cedar cedar coffin three times to the left and three times to the right, and finally kicked the coffin over.

"I don't want anything used by a stinky man."

Although she can't speak, these words are clearly written in the eyes of this little girl.

Seeing this, Ji Nian couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Fortunately, I was prepared."

As Xin said, he raised his hand and turned out a dark red wooden coffin engraved with some kind of bewitching floral pattern.

This is what he did in a handicraft class before he came to the competition.

It doesn't have any bonus functions, and it doesn't comply with the regulations, it's just purely good-looking.

But the little girl who was born in Qingshan likes this kind of "flashy" things. At that time, Yoyo and Jiang Cha's eyes were straightened when they saw it.

Ji Nian originally planned to use this thing as a template to open an online store to earn some pocket money, but unexpectedly, it was used by Daiyu first.

"Humph~"

A slightly arrogant hum sounded from the sea of ​​consciousness. The little girl pointed to the Bianhua flower on the coffin and pouted.

Ji Nian slapped his forehead, and suddenly remembered that the girl who is jealous after so many things is also a kind of grass and trees, so he couldn't help but promised, "I will draw you next time."

Daiyu nodded slightly when she heard the words, the corners of her lips moved slightly, and she lay down in the wooden coffin lightly.

Yingtai stared blankly, she vaguely realized that the other party was playing something very new, but she couldn't understand it at all.

He couldn't help showing a naive expression that was very inconsistent with the glamorous aura.

"'Red Sha' and 'White Sha' are in place, and the suona team, paper figurine bearers and coffins have also been replaced with enhanced models..."

"And then there's me, the 'groom'."

Thinking about it, Ji Nian raised his hand and called out the skin card that Xie Wenyuan gave him two days ago.

One of them has been painted with him as the protagonist, in the image of a bridegroom, with a pale face, described as crazy, with blood red flowers on his upper body, and a strange image riding a paper flower horse.

And as he slowly injected spiritual power, this card also turned into a touch of red light and landed on him.

After a while, Ji Nian suddenly opened his eyes, and took out a handicraft mirror from his pocket.

Due to the change of expression and pale makeup on that handsome face, there was a burst of madness, and a slight tilt of the head would send chills to the top of the skull.

"It turns out that I am the most hellish person in this team."

Ji Nian smiled lightly, and the image on the screen became more ferocious, and a cold and low-pitched laughter came from his throat.

How else can we say that Kyushu makeup is a magic trick? Looking at the face in the mirror, Ji Nian himself feels a little strange.

"That's what I want."

As he said in his heart, he smashed the paper horse with both feet, and led the Hongsha team into the wilderness unsteadily.

And with his appearance, the clear sky that Ren Wang maintained well was replaced by a gloomy and oppressive haze.

In the endless wilderness, a gust of wind suddenly blew, cold and sticky, chilling to the bones, which made the strong and strong King Ren shiver.

His field card called [Green Mountain Brave Epic] can indeed affect the day and night weather, but it is based on a stable magnetic field.

And [Red and White Crashing Sha], as a top underworld spell, brings together two extreme emotions of great joy and great sorrow.

The strong evil spirit is born to disturb the magnetic field.

Just one collision broke Renwang's home field advantage.

The areas covered by the mist have all been attributed to the calendar year.

The sharp and strange suona sound spread across the wilderness, making the back of the neck chill.

"Is this here?"

Ren Wang frowned slightly, but there was a smile on his face.

He likes to challenge the masters.

Goldman Sachs and Yu Anran are both alumni, and they have fought dozens of times, winning and losing, which is not interesting.

Although people like Yan Lou and Lu Re are also good players, they are at most on the same level as them, and may be slightly worse.

Only Ji Nian, from the beginning to the end, was full of strength and mystery.

Some people said that he took advantage of the rules, so he was able to "omnipotent" in the previous rounds, defeating Lu Shiping, Yan Lou, Yu Anran and other contemporaneous masters one after another.

However, Wang Ren believes that these rules are a kind of restraint on him.

Without this layer of shackles, this civilian genius would only be even more terrifying.

But because of this, King Ren wanted to fight Ji Nian in his dreams.

The head-to-head kind.

Now this field battle is exactly what he wants.

Thinking of this, Ren Wang couldn't help but smile.

Raise your hand and pull out several summoning cards, blending into the field:

[One-Eyed Rusted Butcher] Leaning under the crooked-necked old pagoda tree that appeared at some unknown time;

[Prisoner covered with hundreds of scars] holding pitted shackles and iron balls, standing by his side;

[Frozen Fish Assassin in Suohat] dived into the river, waited for an opportunity, and pulled out a twisted black shadow behind him;

[Red Robe Smiling Demon Monk] Sitting upright in the temple, behind the vacant temple door is a "Buddha" head with blood and tears.

The supporting roles are in place, and then it's time for the protagonist to appear.

I saw a skinny old man with white hair wearing a casserole pot and a white coat he found somewhere, riding an old and painted tricycle in the field.

There is also a straight and slender wooden stick sandwiched between the right hand and the handlebar.

There is unwavering courage and confidence in the cloudy eyes.

The story begins with an old man who collects junk for a living and suffers from Alzheimer's disease. He is shut up at home by his children and can only entertain himself with comic books that have not yet had time to be sold as waste paper.

Day and night, so that the brain gradually dried up, and I completely lost my mind.

My mind is full of things like heroes, cards, magic, and killing gods, and I believe everything written in the book to be true.

So he unlocked the door at night, used the tattered tricycle as a mount, picked up a casserole in the trash can as a helmet, and stole a coat from the clinic as a cloak.

He found another good wooden stick, "rided" alone, and embarked on the journey.

Countless jokes were made, so crazy that he regarded the building as a monster, the bridge hole as a safe house, the shop as the head of a ghost, and thought that the card master who helped his children find him was a follower of evil gods.

So it went all the way.

Until one night, a storm swept across the entire city, and a tall and stalwart figure appeared at the end of the city.

People are in despair.

The rather funny old man straightened his waist, rode a tricycle, and launched a charge against the invincible god.

In the end, he died tragically under the horse's hoof of the god's frame.

Or, under the wheel of a dump truck...

It is such an absurd and funny story, with the support of ultra-rare materials, it has become the strongest card spirit in King Ren's hands, and it is also the core of this field card.

The old man in the story is a "lunatic", but as Kaling, he can really "slay gods".

Ren Wang even believes that the strength of this card ranks first in the summoning cards of all players in the [Green Mountain Cup].

Just so confident.

"Uncle Tang, prepare to charge."

Ren Wang said in a deep voice, jumped into the trough of the tricycle with all his strength, and sat on the urea bag filled with garbage bottles, while [Prisoner with Hundred Scars Covered Body] squeezed in a little embarrassment beside the compacted cardboard box .

The old man with long hair and beard and a somewhat dirty face blew his nose with his sleeves, grinned, showing missing teeth, and rushed the two of them towards the reddish mist directly opposite.

"Jun recalls that the phoenix danced with each other back then, and wondered if the butterfly's kindness passed away, and felt sorry for the old love that would soon have nowhere to live, and wondered if it was an orphan without mother and father..."

The cold singing filled the air, mixed with sharp and terrifying suona sounds.

I saw a team slowly walking in the reddish mist.

The leading figure was a little thin, with his head tilted, his face covered with powder and blush.

"The melons are stretching, and they are in love with each other. Ikea is a perfect match!"

The person next to the bridegroom grinned to the ear, yelled loudly, with a male duck voice, skipped around, and threw paper flowers.

Afterwards, the bearer with a bunt and a vest and a small cap carried the big red sedan chair steadily with a light footstep, smiling on his face.

Falling last is the suona team, all holding the suona pole with dark fingertips and pale hands with blue veins, with extremely high penetrating power.

The heavy and sharp rhythm is almost overwhelming.

I just felt countless dark winds go straight into the neckline, and there are hundreds of ghosts peeping in the dark.

Even Ren Wang, a tough guy, felt a strong sense of suffocation.

It's as if it's not a wedding reception team in front of you, but the concept of "death" itself.

No matter how hard you run, you can't run away, and you can't break free. There is a sense of fate that is almost desperate in the air.

(End of this chapter)