Outside City No. 5, a young man who was made into a puppet by Zong Cheng stood at the entrance and exit gate, and the old man behind him, thousands of Lifu and the scroll were missing.

The young man walked towards the city with his hands behind his back and smiled. When he passed the gate, a soldier stopped him: "Show the electronic beacon."

The young man smiled and said, "I'm sorry to inform Ginkgo Mountain, and I'll say that Zong Cheng is visiting."

Soon, a shadow door opened simply in front of Zong Cheng. Qingji looked at him expressionlessly: "Let's go, the old man is waiting for you in Ginkgo Mountain."

Zong Cheng stepped into the Shadow Gate and praised: "This is one of the taboos I want to have the most, but it is always firmly controlled by Qingshi. If this thing is in my hands, it will definitely increase your sense of happiness."

Qingji said with a smile on his face: "You can be reincarnated as my grandson in the next life, and maybe it will be passed on to you."

Zong Cheng stood in front of the small wooden house halfway up the mountain, and was not angry: "I may not die... The old man is really courageous. He is an ordinary person and is willing to chat with me face to face."

The old man sat calmly in the room and looked through the chess score: "You are not very scary, so I don't need to feel scared. Come in and sit down. No matter what the result is today, you and I will always have someone who disappears into this world forever. If you want to have tea together in the future, there will be no chance."

Zong Cheng smiled and sat opposite the old man: "The heroes have similar views, and I also think that today is the ending day. However, I don't think I will lose."

Qingji took out the chessboard and placed it in front of the two of them, then retreated.

The old man played the black chess and made a move: "Next game?"

"Then the next game," Zong Cheng smiled and took Bai Zi down: "Aren't you worried that Qing's family will lose? Or are you not worried that Qingchen will die?"

The old man said, "How to lose?"

Zong Cheng said: "I know Qingchen has taken that path to becoming a god, but Ren Xiaosu has been walking for more than two hundred years to find his memory. How dare you hope Qingchen can find his memory in this war?"

The old man said calmly: "What if I find it back? You are rigid empiricism, maybe. Moreover, maybe he can beat the Western Continent to pieces without regaining his memory?"

Zong Cheng said again: "You underestimate the showman. I have dealt with them. After my pseudonym Liu Yue, I have also been to that land. I thought they would be easier to bully, but they found all the puppets on the West Road and killed them one by one."

The old man was a little surprised.

Qingchen once said that there was a puppet master in the Western Continent, but he didn't expect that from beginning to end, the puppet masters in the world were just the one in front of him!

The Federation and the Kingdom of Roosevelt have gone through thousands of years. In the past thousand years, many lives have come to this world and left quietly.

The puppet master has been hiding in the corner, watching the world change.

The old man sighed: "Are you a gaizi? Why do you have it everywhere?"

"...It's the first time someone calls me that," Zong Cheng smiled and said, "Since you have infinite life, you naturally have to experience more life. The Western Continent thought I was here for the first time, but they didn't expect that I had been there many times a few hundred years ago. I have dealt with the family of "The Eternal Masters". If you think that in the final battle, they only have a group of stupid beast soldiers, then you will definitely suffer a big loss."

"oh?"

Zong Cheng said seriously: "I even think that if I don't have to take action, Qingchen will die on the battlefield."

The old man asked calmly: "What will they do to get back?"

Zong Cheng smiled and said, "That's the trump card of the Master of Mother. How can I know? But I know that from the beginning of this decisive battle, everything has been under their calculations. Mother of Mother has always been like this. You don't even know when they took away the most critical things, and the balance of victory will tilt accordingly."

The old man left a black chess: "I'm afraid it won't work this time. They can't see the fate I can't see either."

Zong Cheng quickly dropped a white chess: "The master of the play is not just from the perspective of God, just like your ability is not just to have a chessboard in heaven and earth. Being able to see destiny is certainly an advantage, and using the perspective of God and the chessboard in heaven and earth well requires a plan that is far beyond ordinary people. I watched you play this chess game like a bystander, and amazed that you made almost all the choices right. Only in this way can the terminally ill Eastern Continent fight against the Western Continent and be evenly matched."

The old man smiled: "It's too much."

Zong Cheng said seriously: "But this time the master of drama is more terrifying than you think. You know how to kill him and live, and the other party actually knows it."

The old man smiled and said, "If they are so terrifying... If Qing family loses, how can you benefit from it? I'm afraid you can't beat them."

Zong Cheng thought for a while: "Maybe I don't need to defeat anyone, and you can't defeat me either."

The old man said, "Just rely on your 12 A-level painters and their lifelong paintings?"

Zong Cheng asked back: "Who said that there are only A-level in that painter? This huge world allows me to seek it. If I can only find 12 cultivators with average qualifications, it would be a failure."

The old man was shocked, but he remained silent: "Play chess."

Zong Cheng said strangely: "Aren't you worried?"

The old man picked up a black piece from the chess box: "A friend once brought his son to play chess. I showed his son the direction on the chessboard, which made his son accept an extremely cruel fate. He knew nothing about it, but I felt guilty."

Zong Cheng: "Li Xiurui, Li Yunshou."

The old man looked up at Zong Cheng: "At that time, I made up my mind that no matter what price I paid or how many obstacles I had, we must win."

Only by winning this war can we deserve the sacrifice of those who accept their destiny calmly.

"You still underestimated the drama master and underestimated me."

"You underestimated our determination."

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In the mountains, the members of the parent-teacher meeting supported each other and rushed to the road.

A trek, a war, the most core A-level members of the parent meeting were only more than 10,000.

Those who have disappeared will remain on the battlefield of the A1 front forever.

For those who are alive, everyone's physical strength is approaching their limits.

Even if Xiao Qi is like this, sometimes he trips over the dead branches on the ground while walking, which means that he is so tired that his brain cannot accurately analyze the environment.

"Pull me!" Xiao Qi said gasping. There were scratches on his left arm. Although he was coated with special medicine made of chicken blood sprouts, this place is not a world. There is no whale island, and ointment is limited. Everyone can only apply a thin layer.

Luo Wanya will pull up: "Or why you stay with the wounded and rest, and we will continue to rush to support if we are not injured."

Xiaoqi joked: "Leaving the wounded, you only have more than 300 people left, which is not enough to get stuck in the gaps in the Western Continent."

Luo Wanya thought for a while: "That's right."

Xiaoqi stood up straight and said, "Let's go... Lao Luo, you said we were all sluts before, you were the experts in running away, the big brother of the Jianghu, I am a regular visitor in the nightclub, why did we fall into this place for no reason?"

Xiaowu smiled and said, "What does 'fall to this point' mean? It makes everyone like a young man who is in trouble. Can you use words?"

Luo Wanya helped Daya continue walking forward, and he laughed: "Aren't we doing this for faith?"

“What is our faith?”

"Bah, what are you talking about now? A group of stinky hooligans pretend to be literary youths, and you'll do it! Lao Luo, I was brainwashed by you and pulled me into the parent-teacher meeting. Now you still want to brainwash us!"

Luo Wanya laughed loudly: "It's done!"

The parent-teacher team rushed to other battlefields, but although the speed was slow, it never stopped.

At this time, three figures appeared in front of him, Chen Zhuolu with bandages wrapped around his shoulders, Hu Jingyi with bandages wrapped around his legs, and Wang Xiaojiu with bandages wrapped around his waist, and the three of them came here to meet with the team at the parent-teacher meeting.

Li Ke, who was at the front of the team, suddenly turned around with his replica backpack on his backpack and said, "Everyone, I'm going to take a step first, I'm not waiting for it."

Xiaoqi said seriously: "Live and wait for us to arrive."

"Um."

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On the battlefield of A5, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

The originally yellow soil gradually became black by dried blood.

The battlefield of more than ten kilometers between the two mountains is already extremely desolate.

It was afternoon, the dark clouds dissipated, the scorching sun was in the sky, and everyone seemed to have a layer of gold on them.

Qingchen is now eager to restore his memory and untie his own seal.

This time, he purely hoped that he could have more killing methods, rather than killing those beast soldiers with just one punch and one kick.

Qingchen fought for too long, and he had every effort to attack. Slowly, he began to breathe violently and his speed gradually slowed down.

Before, no one could see his punches clearly, but now it is different, every move can be captured by the naked eye.

The battlefield is vast and beasts are bustling with people. Qingchen felt that he was at the most crowded train station during the Spring Festival travel rush and could not see anything else at first glance.

It's such a magical metaphor... Qingchen muttered in his heart.

The next moment, an old monster who was a master of the drama showed his fatigue and quietly came from the beasts again.

The old monster, the master of the drama, did not approach him rashly. He just pulled out an Indian arrow from his sleeve through dozens of meters and blew hard.

But the moment he blew the arrow, Qing Chen pinched the arrow between his fingers and rubbed it hard and shattered it!

The old monster who is a man of life is in a bad state. Can the taboos be damaged?

The ability to destroy the forbidden objects at will also shock the old monster and did not dare to come forward to assassinate himself.

But in fact, Qingchen did not use his power to crush the taboo objects. The taboo objects are the rules of the world and the specific manifestation of the will of the world. Now he has his own world. When he comes into contact with the taboo objects, the rules of the two worlds will collide.

At this time, the old monster was particularly glad. Fortunately, he just used taboo objects to test it, otherwise he would have died suddenly just now!

But Qingchen didn't plan to let him go. After crushing and blowing arrows, he rushed towards him and chased him three miles among the troops!

The old monster kept running and didn't dare to turn his head back!

More than 100,000 Orcs and three demigods, killing people and pushing bosses, that's fine, this boss will chase you all over the map, and you can't control him.

Where can I make sense?

There is nothing I can do now, so I can only continue to wait. Waiting for Qingchen is really exhausted.
To be continued...