The branches of the locust trees were swaying all over the sky, and the sword light was faint.

Outside, the sky of the Sword Tomb World suddenly became bright, and a bright star-like beam of light broke through the dark clouds and fell all over the Sword Tomb World.

The rules of the Sword Tomb world were touched.

Li Changan bared his teeth and said, "Just send Zong Ting in. Why are you touching him?"

You little bastard who loves to show off!

The moment the starlight descended, a will like that of an ancient god suddenly descended. Above the sky, a terrifying vertical pupil opened, and its gaze fell on Nezha as if it were real.

Indifferent, without emotion.

Everyone's heart trembled and they held their breath at the same time.

The soul of the sword tomb was awakened by Nezha.

The clouds in the sky swirled and shrank, and the brilliance of the stars was blocked again. A branch shadow hung down from the locust tree, and it fell on the chessboard, turning into a black piece.

Nezha's eyes lit up.

Fun.

He simply sat down cross-legged, stretched out his finger again, and tapped the chessboard.

The second white stone.

The second ray of starlight fell, and mist rose up.

Another locust tree branch fell, pointing out a black dot.

Nezha's hands did not stop, and he dropped the third piece.

The vertical pupils formed by ancient will and hovering in the air finally showed some emotional changes.

A slight surprise and a hint of doubt.

"Little doll, you are very good."

An old voice sounded, and Zong Yao and Zong Ye were so terrified that they trembled in their hearts and fell to their knees with a bang.

To them, the soul of the sword tomb is the god of Chaoyang City.

Nezha, on the other hand, had a look of excitement on his face.

"But, can we make another move?"

Nezha curled his lips, chuckled, and a halo condensed from the tip of his finger, which fell on the chessboard with a snap.

The fourth son.