Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 258 Everyone has gathered (begging for monthly tickets, subscriptions, and recommendation tickets!)

"Take a look at the process of them 'smoothing' things!"

Meng Fan emphasized the word "shun".

Feng Baobao: "∑(O_O；)!!!"

Chen Duo: “∑(;°Д°)!”

Feng Baobao slapped his forehead and said, "Oh no! I forgot about the surveillance!"

Two figures soon appeared on the computer screen, just like college students who woke up hungry in the middle of the night, with their eyes glowing like mice.

He sneaked through the door and picked the lock, then walked into the cafeteria, and with a very clear purpose, began to search for food, taking out large and small bags, carrying them on his shoulders and in his hands.

It's obvious at first glance that he's just a skilled hand at this, so cool!
The video evidence provided by Gao Erzhuang made Feng Baobao and Chen Duo look at each other and admit, "Okay, it wasn't taken care of, it was stolen!"

Meng Fan said angrily: "You two will have your wages deducted for three months. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

The two of them nodded frantically in unison.

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Zhen Palace.

Leijitai.

Zhang Lingyu is practicing thunder magic against Zhang Chulan.

"Yingyuan Thunder Realm·Little White Longworm!"

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, rumbling in the void like a war drum, and endless thunder and fire energy began to permeate the surrounding air.

I saw a surge of blue and white electric arcs gushing out of Zhang Chulan's body, like a spring. The lightning liquid turned into pulp and condensed into a pool of thunder under Zhang Chulan's feet.

There were actually dozens of protective dragons among them, roaring out from the rolling thunder lava, and with a flick of their tails, lightning and lightning debris were emitted, circling around Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Lingyu on the opposite side chuckled, a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Did you develop this Yingyuan Thunder Realm to target my Northern Territory Cangtan?"

"That's right!"

Zhang Chulan admitted directly: "What is Yin Wulei and Yang Wulei? Yin Yin gives birth to Yang, and Yang Yang gives birth to Yin. Yin and Yang can naturally transform into each other."

"Just like your kidney water qi, if you hold it back for too long, it will ignite the fire of desire in your heart, Junior Master, you know Sister Xia He's methods best, right?"

"Thanks to Sister Xia He, you, Junior Master, have finally embarked on the path of practicing the Five Thunders Law..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Lingyu couldn't stop blushing and he shouted loudly, which made his statement even more obvious. He actually didn't expect that his master would give him such a method to help him cultivate the Five Thunders Law.

It’s really... too hard to say!
Zhang Lingyu's face turned red and hot, and she was extremely shy. Look at what she had done to the child.
"Northern Border Cangtan Taixuan Thunder Dragon!"

I saw a pool of thunder appear under Zhang Lingyu's feet, but compared with Zhang Chulan's blue and white thunder, the one under Zhang Lingyu's feet was black.

It appeared as a black viscous liquid, turbid and sticky, damp and cold, heavy and strange. Under the control of Zhang Lingyu's mind, several black and ferocious dragons appeared.

The two men stood on the dragon's head, like the leaders of two tribes, commanding both sides.

At this moment, the Lei Ji platform was divided into black and white, which matched Zhang Lingyu's white clothes and Zhang Chulan's current black uniform of the 139th Division, forming a Tai Chi pattern.

Zhang Chulan: "Kill!"

Zhang Lingyu: "Attack!"

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Middle palace.

Under the bases of the two towers.

There is a specially made Xuanzhong chessboard with 19 vertical and horizontal lines, like the number of Qi in the Zhoutian. The chess pieces are divided into black and white, and each piece weighs ten thousand pounds. The chessboard is also very large, like a square, and to play this game of chess, a little skill is required.

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye each sat on a chess piece floating in the air, looking at the chessboard below with serious expressions.

Obviously, in this game, these two are the chess players.

On the chessboard, the black piece is held by Zhuge Qing, who calculates every move, sets ambushes everywhere, and arranges the pieces in a precise manner. It can only be said that he is worthy of being Zhuge the Fox.

If the black chess pieces are like an army that kills its way through, capturing cities and plundering territories everywhere, then the white chess pieces are like a turtle that shrinks in its shell, making it difficult for anyone to attack it.

Zhuge Qing's brows were slightly furrowed at this time, his eyes were curved inward and outward, and his typical fox eyes were narrowed, obviously calculating something in his mind.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his mood became good, and his fox tail was almost exposed and kept shaking. It was obvious that he had thought of a good idea.

"Kun: Magnetic poles repel each other!"

Zhuge Qing shouted softly, put two fingers in front of his lips, and a strange and mysterious magic spell took effect.

I saw a huge black chess piece weighing ten thousand pounds rising into the air, and then under Zhuge Qing's control, it found an empty space and fell down.

The floating chess pieces under the two people's seats are also completed by this technique. That is to say, when placing the pieces, both people need to use the Qimen technique at the same time to keep the two ten thousand jin chess pieces from falling, which is equivalent to doing two things at the same time.

This is also to train the two people's ability to control the Qimen techniques and the ability to cover and extend the Qimen situation.

If a chess player wants to play the game well and win without moving his position, he can only do so by making his own Qimen game completely cover the square-sized chessboard.

"Kun character - take root!"

This is the principle of no regrets after making a move.

Wang Ye scratched his messy hair, rubbed his increasingly dark circles under his eyes, yawned, and said, "Let's stop here. You are not as good as me in terms of Qimen Bureau, but I am not as good as you in terms of deploying troops and formations."

"We each have our own strengths, and there is no need to surpass each other."

Zhuge Qing smiled and said, "Wang Ye, I am on the verge of victory, you don't want to escape, do you?"

"escape?!"

"Can what a monk does be called running away?"

Wang also curled his lips, and then casually moved the four plates, blessing all four plates of heaven, earth, man and god, and finally said: "Kun character·Magnetic poles repel each other!"

I saw that the huge chessboard was lifted up by Wang Ye. The chess pieces that had been rooted on the ground were pried away by Wang Ye and fell to one side with a crash.

Then the chessboard fell down with a bang.

"Wang Ye!!!"

Zhuge Qing roared.

Wang Ye quickly jumped into the black hole that the Eight Gates were transporting and said, "See you later!"

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The only stage in 139 Divisions.

Wang Zhenqiu had makeup on his face and wore a mask with a red lotus mark painted on half of his forehead. The lyrics of the song were obviously a pop song, but they were sung in a theatrical style, which sounded very harmonious.

"Fishing lights, night wind, shabby window, accidentally blown open, that scroll, that chapter, depicts the heavy waves of Chentang, a sword cut off the neck in the lightning, and two eyes without tears and light..."

"He was born at the hour of Chou after three years and six months of pregnancy, leaving an impression that filled the house with the fragrance of lotus. He was born with the appearance of a killer with a thousand seven hundred calamities. He was originally unparalleled in this life, and the position of the crown prince was as fragrant as sandalwood..."

"Catching dragons on the shore of the East China Sea... The wind-fire wheel stirs up blood... Stepping on the wind, the sky-mixing silk ribbon makes a sound..."

The humming of the wind seemed to be filled with floating memories, some of which were high-spirited, some were unwilling and vicissitudes of life. The eyes under the mask were actually a color of glazed gold at this moment.

First act as a god, then transform into a god, until finally you become a god!

At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu is the reincarnation of Nezha the Third Prince!

(End of this chapter)