Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 126 The Eight Fraudulent Gods Are Like Nuclear Bombs

Yan Huan pushed aside the star fragments and walked towards the other side of the dark blue starry sky. A river of light fell from the sky and flowed between the two of them. When the light faded away, a clear stream flowed by.

The ever-changing situation gave me a sense of being in another world.

Yan Huan stepped out with his right foot onto the green grass. Surrounding him were lush green bamboo forests. A simple and elegant small courtyard was quietly located in the green sea.

The scene changed, as if returning to the small nameless mountain in Yingchuan.

"Mr. Kong Ming." Yan Huan bowed.

"Mr. Shui Jing." The red-robed sorcerer opposite stood up slowly, and his appearance was exactly the same as the one Yan Huan saw in the flowing light illusion.

"Mr. Kong Ming, please don't be like Sima Yi and use this to tease the younger generation."

Zhuge Kongming smiled without saying anything and sat down in front of the chessboard where only two moves had been made.

"How about finishing this unfinished chess game first?"

Yan Huan waded across the stream, slowly moved to the chessboard, and then looked embarrassed.

When it comes to Go, I don’t even understand the rules!
Even if you understand, your opponent is the well-planned Zhuge Kongming, and you might be defeated in just a few moves.

"Can we change it to Gobang?" Yan Huan suggested.

Zhuge Liang's hand holding the chess piece froze in mid-air.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded with a smile, "Okay."

"Give me two or three?"

"When did you become as shameless as Sima Zhongda?" Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly.

"It makes the game more interesting. It is said that chess is fun only when you meet a worthy opponent. If you don't play against a bad chess player, Mr. Kong Ming's chessboard layout will lose value."

Yan Huan looked at the opposite side, his mind still recalling the joke he made when he first stepped into the interior.

Comprehending the true fire and taking away the two spirit beasts is almost enough to empty the Zhuge family's assets. It is estimated that the Wuhou faction will not have to hide away from the world in the future.

After all, the things that the outside world is most curious about are gone, so it doesn’t matter if they are hidden.

Snapped!
Yan Huan took a black piece from the chess box and placed it on the chessboard.

"Mr. Kong Ming must have been planning for a long time. I wonder what you think of the recent events?"

Zhuge Liang said: "The later generations are stupid, I really want to come down and give some guidance myself."

"That Sima Zhongda is really abominable. Please punish him a little, sir."

Zhuge Liang smiled and motioned Yan Huan to continue.

He actually gave up a piece.

Yan Huan was not polite either. He picked up the black chess pieces and connected the three black pieces together side by side.

"Being too obsessed with magic will lead to losing something more important. Going in the wrong direction will lead to losing the root and essence. It is better to say that Liang should thank Mr. Shuijing for his advice to future generations these days."

Good fight!

Yan Huan felt a little embarrassed. At first, when he heard Zhuge Wuhou's seemingly joking words, he thought that he came here to call for punishment.

From this perspective, it is really unnecessary to worry about trying to take advantage of a gentleman with the intention of a villain.

Yan Huan looked at the person in front of him. He had a sense of faith and a bit of soul in him. He really couldn't tell if he was the Zhuge Wuhou who lived more than 1,800 years ago.

Zhuge Liang also noticed Yan Huan's confusion, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Huan thought for a moment, then changed the subject and said, "Has Wu Hou been able to enjoy himself for the past thousand years?"

Zhuge Liang laughed out loud when he heard this, knowing that Mr. Shuijing was hinting at him. How could he remember everything about the past thousand years? He was just waking up from a dream.

He was a remnant soul, a remnant soul left in the jade. With the incense and faith in the Wuhou Temple and the performance of Wu Nuo, his divinity became concrete and he awakened in an instant.

A remnant soul?
Yan Huan stared at the person in front of him in disbelief, then glanced around and took a look at the lush green bamboo sea.

This scene space is not the interior of the warlock, but the space structured inside the jade.

That piece of jade might be a magical tool.

"Wait!" Yan Huan suddenly realized what was going on.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the strongest sorcerer and the strongest weapon refiner combined.

Yan Huan almost forgot that in addition to the Wu Hou Qimen, the Wu Hou sect also has an exquisite and mysterious inheritance, the Wu Hou Shen Ji.

The Wuhou School's magical skills were passed down from the legendary great weapon refiner Huang Yueying.

This jade was probably also refined by Huang Yueying.

Zhuge Kongming said that this jade was the first magical instrument Huang Yueying gave him after they met. It has a storage space inside, where some warm clothes are usually stored, or magical instruments for self-defense and life-saving. "Hey?"

Isn't this a token of love?
Yan Huan was stunned for a moment.

Now, not only did he take the other person's inheritance, but the witness of the old couple's love and affection also fell into his hands.

After thinking about it, it is indeed a bit inappropriate.

After we capture the Eight Deceitful Gods, we will hand over this jade to the Zhuge family.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"do not think too much."

Zhuge Liang coughed a few times and raised his sleeves to slightly cover his face.

When his emotions calmed down, he talked about the Battle of Shangyang Valley and recalled what happened after his defeat at Wuzhangyuan. He died of illness and the jade stone was left behind.

"Next, I will talk about my old friend."

Zhuge Liang pointed at the sky.

Suddenly, a tiger roared in the forest. A murderous intent spread everywhere, almost to the point where it was visible to the naked eye, and it felt like a cold wind cutting Yan Huan's cheeks, causing pain.

The Eight Gods - White Tiger.

One of the most powerful spiritual beasts ever born in the world fell into the jade stone with the death of Kong Ming.

The white tiger, which had been nurtured by the soul for a long time, carried Kong Ming's strong obsession and a wisp of residual soul, and protected it for thousands of years, and was only awakened today.

Zhuge Liang explained, "My awakening was due to the influence of the incense and faith, as well as the Wu Nuo performance of the deification of the gods."

"But the White Tiger is different. The White Tiger's awakening is completely due to meeting a soul that it can belong to."

The shaman uses the three treasures to command spiritual beasts, and the selection of the Eight Deceitful Gods is more stringent.

In other words, the white tiger showed its willingness to recognize its master during this period of time.

However, the White Tiger is a murderer, and if you want to completely subdue him, you must surpass him in ruthlessness.

beat!
The most straightforward and direct way to conquer a beast is to fight it, win it, and then make it completely accept you as your master.

"Then I am really lucky." Yan Huan said with a smile.

In order to avoid war, most of Zhuge's descendants lived in seclusion. This jade stone was spiritual and was passed down through the family many times without being lost.

Over the past 1,800 years, there have been countless extraordinary people and geniuses. If the jade had not been hidden away, the White Tiger would have fallen into the hands of others long ago.

If I want to look for it again, it will probably take a lot of effort.

"From what Mr. Kong Ming said, he is willing to give it up." Yan Huan smiled again.

Kong Ming made a move, "This shouldn't be given up. The eight most powerful spirit beasts in the world, when have they ever considered human opinions when making decisions?"

Since they want to go, let them go.

Zhuge Liang thought to himself that among his descendants in later generations, there probably wasn't a single soul strong enough to be favored by the White Tiger.

The two-way choice between wizards and elves is a match made in heaven.

"Both sides are happy and everything goes smoothly."

"Thank you very much." Yan Huan bowed and said, then he thought about it. The Zhuge family left behind two spiritual beasts, so he said, "Excuse me, Mr. Kong Ming, where is Taiyin?"

"Hey, hey, hey, sir, you don't even want to leave a bench for my Zhuge family?" Zhuge Liang said with a wry smile.

Yan Huan scratched his head awkwardly, "Just asking, what if Taiyin also likes me?"

Zhuge Liang thought for a moment and said, "This Taiyin is lost, and I don't know where it is now."

Taiyin, the god of protection, would be hard to find if he were to hide.

Yan Huan's face was gloomy and dark. He picked up the chess piece with his fingers and knocked it against the wooden table a few times.

Seeing this, Zhuge Liang said to him in a soothing tone, "That's enough."

"Even in my prime, I could only command two kinds of spirit beasts at best."

"If there is a Teng Snake and a White Tiger, with your current life cultivation, you may not be able to mobilize both at the same time. If there is also a Taiyin, can your soul hold on in a short period of time?"

"I can hold on, I can hold on..." Yan Huan sighed.

In his opinion, these eight false gods are like nuclear bombs.

Having it but not being able to use it is one thing, having it or not at all is another.

(End of this chapter)