At this moment, Lin Ji, who was tied up in the corner, smiled, looked at the demon emperor who was also tied up, and then looked at the tomb in front of him that was piled with stones.

"Just selling himself into a slave just for a useless corpse? The King of Southern Domain is really cheap!" Lin Ji's eyes were full of ridicule.

"I wonder how the demon girl Lin Ji sold herself to become a slave and became a slave who shook her tail and begged for mercy behind Yun Qingwu?" A voice sounded from the entrance of the cave, and then a figure walked in from outside the cave.

"Nonsense, when will I, Lin Ji, become a slave?" Lin Ji naturally knew who was coming in, and replied without thinking.

"Oh? No?" Fang Zhengzhi's eyes showed a smile.

"Of course not!" Lin Ji said affirmatively.

"Then I don't understand, how could a dignified demon girl and a powerful god realm be willing to obey the orders of a weak man like Yun Qingwu?" Fang Zhengzhi said again.

"Weak? Hehe..." Lin Ji smiled, and then his eyes were thinking: "I wonder if the Holy Heaven War God has any research on playing chess?"

"Understand some understanding." Fang Zhengzhi nodded.

"If I use one hundred sons and you use fifty sons, are you sure you can beat me?" Lin Ji did not ask more questions when she heard this.

"A hundred sons vs fifty sons?" Fang Zhengzhi's heart moved slightly, and then he found a place to sit down: "If the opponent is you, the witch, I think there is still great hope."

"Hahaha... Mengtian, I like your confidence more and more, or shameless?" Lin Ji laughed again: "But even if you can really beat me with fifty sons, I will not be willing to obey you, because the young emperor used fifteen sons!"

"Fifteenth son?"

"That's right, the young emperor put a chessboard on Tianchan Mountain, and fifteen sons are better than hundreds of sons!" Lin Ji said at the end, and his tone was obviously filled with admiration.

"Fifteen sons are better than hundreds of sons?" Fang Zhengzhi finally understood why after the demonic gates on Tianchan Mountain opened, those powerful people who came to the divine realm would obey Yu Yun Qingwu so much.

A chess board!

Fifteen sons are better than hundreds of sons!

It sounds like an extremely ordinary thing, but only those who truly understand will understand the supreme strategy and mind contained in it.

Of course, Fang Zhengzhi also knew that the so-called model of the 15-son sons who were spread on Tianchan Mountain should not be just a chess game, but a "plan" and a "plan" for the war between the two tribes of demons and humans.

The few win more, the fifteen wins one hundred!

"It seems that you want to lead me to Tianchan Mountain to see the chess game?" Fang Zhengzhi looked at Lin Ji again after being silent for a moment.

Lin Ji's body moved slightly, as if she was a little surprised that Fang Zhengzhi could see through her at first sight. However, soon, she laughed again, making her body tremble: "You are right, but I don't know if the dignified Holy Heaven War God Meng Tian dares to go!"

"I'm going to go... but before I go, I want to solve the...private problem between you and me first." Fang Zhengzhi was not polite, and looked at Lin Ji with unscrupulous eyes.

"Do you want to get to me?" Lin Ji felt Fang Zhengzhi's gaze, and her body twisted again. She did not avoid or dodge, and she actually pushed her chest forward in response to Fang Zhengzhi's gaze.
Chapter completed!