Hunting for Beauty

"What, are you going to stop us?"

Dao Youslar grinned at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Yo! It's a practitioner!"

Monley Branca whistled excitedly.

"It's annoying... really annoying... it's so annoying!"

Dou Youslar's psychology is different from that of ordinary people. When he sees any beautiful things, he instinctively has the urge to destroy them.

With his loud cry, large expanses of ground soil were thrown up into the sky, and an abnormally wide chasm cracked towards the feet of the middle-aged Taoist priest zigzag like a fierce dragon.

The middle-aged Taoist priest just stood there quietly without moving, and the black dragon came to a sudden stop as if encountering an invisible wall more than ten meters away in front of him.

Two huge energies collided in the air, the body of the middle-aged Taoist shook slightly, but Dao Youslar's body suddenly flew five meters backwards, and fell to the ground with his feet in the air.

"Haha, Douslar, you look ugly now!"

Monley Blanca winked at him and sneered.

"Hey, Monley Blanca, stop joking, this old boy is so powerful, we can't deal with him alone, let's go together!"

Dao Youslar, whose nephew was on the ground, said dignifiedly.

"Well, I'm fine with that!"

Monley Branca shrugged.

After talking again, the two of them moved in tacit agreement, one left and one right, and the middle-aged Taoist was stuck in the center.

"Monley Blanca and the others have surrounded the Taoist priest, he is dead, let's chase the rest from the side!"

Baramuti suggested to Vodalia.

"No... let's just take a look here."

Vodalia said softly.

"Here? Even if you want to watch the battle, commander, it's a little farther away, right?"

Baramuti exaggeratedly glanced at the three people behind him in the distance.

"It's good here, if it's any closer, I'm afraid it will be dangerous!"

Vodalia said calmly.

"Dangerous? What can he do by himself?"

Baramuti didn't believe it.

"Baramuti, you are a top-notch super-psychic fighter, but you can't become a super-class fighter like Mary Joan of Arc and Fatty. Do you know why?"

Vodaliya asked coldly.

"what reason?"

asked Baramuti.

"Because you lack the intuition that a super-psychic warrior should have!"

Voldalia said bluntly.

"Unfortunately, only two caught up!"

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the members of the Western Cowboys who were standing still in the distance, and murmured.

"Hey! Boy, what are you sorry about, do you think you can deal with the two of us?"

Douslar yelled.

"I like people with strength, but I'm afraid even your leader, General Ren, can't handle the combination of the two of us! So you're probably doomed this time!"

Monley Branca is sympathetic.

"Half a year ago..."

The middle-aged Taoist said suddenly.

"What did you say?"

Dou Silar asked inexplicably.

"I mean, if it was half a year ago, I really couldn't deal with you...but it's different now..."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Kunlun chess decides the world!"

As he shouted, there was a loud "咻咻" sound, and Go pieces suddenly rose up from the originally peaceful green rice field, forming a huge cube with a length of nearly [-] meters.

"Kunlun chess decides the universe? What is that?"

Baramuti's eyes widened.

"It seems to be an attack field formed by Go pieces!"

Vodalia said coldly.

"An attack field made of Go pieces? It's really interesting!"

Russell pressed his hat down with his hand.

Vodalia didn't say a word, and looked at the three people in the distance with great interest.

"What are these strange things?"

Dou Silar looked at the chess pieces floating in the air beside him and shouted.

"It seems to be a kind of chess piece called Go, I don't quite know..."

Monley Branca shook her head.

In the dark night, the cold voice of a middle-aged Taoist priest slowly sounded: "The number of all things starts from one. There is one in 360 in the way of bureau. The one is the master of numbers, and the four directions are transported according to its extreme. 360, with the image The number of days in a week. Divide into four, using the four seasons as the image. Ninety roads in each corner, using the image as the sun. Seventy-two roads in the outer circle, using the image as the waiting. Dry chess 360, white and black half, using the method of yin and yang. The game is square Quiet, the chess is round and moves. Movement is like chess, static is like death. The only way to live in this game of chess has been taken by me, and the rest of you is nothing but a dead end."

"Stinky boy, what nonsense!"

Dao Youslar let out a strange cry, and the surrounding air gathered into a spherical shape, and exploded into a strong invisible air wave, rushing towards the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Chapter 885 Go Field 1