Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythical Card Groups

Chapter 182 Field Collision: [Daiyu’s Death] VS [Qingshan “Brave” Epic]

"He also has a domain card in this domain?"

In the Grand View Garden, the unfinished Qiu Shuangzhai is filled with mist.

Stand in the octagonal pavilion on the southeast mountain to observe the year.

This place is one of the commanding heights in the park.

Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of everything in the arena.

King Ren is indeed very talented, or in other words, his family is very talented.

At least from a chronological point of view, this area has almost no problems from a design perspective.

The main scene is an endless wilderness, which ensures that he will not be ambushed easily.

And small designs such as tombs, yizhuang, rivers, and small temples provided him with places to place the kaling.

But precisely because of this, King Ren always dreamed of fighting against Ji Nian.

The old man in the story is a "madman", but as a Kaling, he can really "kill gods".

[Frozen Fish Assassin] Sneaked into the river, waiting for an opportunity to move, and a twisted black shadow pulled out behind him;

"Yingtai, Daiyu."

"This kid is indeed not good at making domain cards, but it is precisely because he is not good at it that his family will go to death to make up for it."

I imagine that he has traveled through time here, alone and helpless, with no system or simulator, and only the knowledge in his head.

One is transformed into red and white makeup, with his face covered with burial features, horrifying and cold;

The other one was similarly buried, but instead of wearing a wedding dress, he was dressed in plain clothes.

King Ren frowned slightly, but a smile appeared on his face.

Thinking of this, Wang Ren couldn't help but smile.

But the little girl who was born in Qingshan liked this kind of "flashy" things. When Jiang Cha saw it, his eyes went straight.

You can see that the handsome face showed a full amount of madness due to the change of expression and pale makeup. A slight tilt of the head can make people feel chills on the top of their heads.

"I don't want anything that a stinky man has used."

The leading figure is a little thin, with his head tilted, and his face is powdered and slightly blushed.

[The One-Eyed Rusty Butcher] is sitting under the crooked-necked old locust tree that appeared at some unknown time;

They all have more indescribable charms than the usual internet-addicted girls and technology geeks.

Ji Nian couldn't help but smacked his lips when he saw this: "Fortunately, I was prepared."

He couldn't help but show a naive expression that was very inconsistent with his cool aura.

Yingtai went to sit in the sedan chair, while Daiyu circled the heavy-yin-scented fir coffin three times on the left and three on the right, and finally kicked the coffin over.

Yingtai was stunned for a moment. She vaguely realized that the other party was playing something very new, but she couldn't understand it at all.

"Uncle Tang, prepare to charge."

Cold singing filled the air, mixed with sharp and terrifying suona sounds.

Thinking of this, his eyes towards King Ren also changed.

In the end, he died tragically under the hooves of the god's carriage.

"Then there is me, the 'groom'."

Until one night, a storm swept through the entire city, and a tall and majestic figure appeared at the end of the city.

Some people say that he took advantage of the rules, which allowed him to be "omnipotent" in the first few rounds of competition, defeating Lu Shiping, Yan Lou, Yu Anran and other masters of the same period.

The person next to the groom grinned from ear to ear, shouted loudly, with a duck voice, jumped around, and threw paper flowers.

Ji Nian smiled softly, the image in the picture became more ferocious, and a cold and low laughter came from his throat.

In other words, under the wheels of a dump truck...

"You recall that the phoenix was so happy that it was flying with wings, and you also thought that the butterfly was unkind and passed away, and you pitied your old love for soon losing its place, and you thought that you were an orphan without a mother and a father..."

The head-to-head kind of thing.

Only Ji Nian, this person, exudes strength and mystery from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, I can't help but sigh.

The story begins with an old man who collects rags for a living. He suffers from Alzheimer's disease and is locked up at home by his children. He can only relieve his boredom with short-format books that have not yet been sold as scrap paper.

The rather funny old man straightened his back, rode a tricycle, and launched a charge against the invincible god.

"It turns out that I am the most underworld person in this team."

The old man with long hair and beard and a somewhat dirty face blew his nose with his sleeve, grinned, showing his missing teeth, and drove the two of them towards the reddish mist directly opposite.

It doesn't have any additional functions, and it doesn't comply with regulations. It just looks good.

"This is the effect we want."

One red and one white, one happy and one sad.

I found a good wooden stick, "rided" alone, and embarked on the journey.

Although she can't speak, these words are clearly written in this little girl's eyes.

Ji Nian slapped his forehead, and suddenly remembered that this jealous girl is also a kind of grass and trees, so she couldn't help but promised: "Next time I will draw you."

However, King Ren believed that these rules were a constraint on him.

Falling at the end is the suona team, all holding the suona rod with their pale hands with black fingertips and bursting veins, which have extremely high penetrating power.

"Hmph~"

Otherwise, it is said that Kyushu makeup is a witchcraft. Looking at the face in the mirror, Ji Nian feels a little strange to me.

"This is the benefit of having a backer behind you."

"It's quite pretty."

And as he slowly injected spiritual power, the card turned into a flash of red light and fell on him.

The areas covered by mist have all been attributed to the chronology.

Just so confident.

The supporting roles are in place, and then it’s time for the protagonist to appear.

So we walked all the way.

The strong evil spirit is created to disrupt the magnetic field.

He must "fend for himself."

His cloudy and chaotic eyes revealed unwavering courage and confidence.

After a while, Ji Nian suddenly opened his eyes and took out a small handicraft mirror from his pocket.

[Red-robed smiling monster monk] Sitting in the temple, behind the ajar door is a "Buddha" head shedding blood and tears.

In the endless wilderness, a gust of wind suddenly blew. It was cold and sticky, and chilled to the bones. It made the strong and strong King Ren shiver.

Raise your hand to turn over several summoning cards and blend them into the field:

I saw a team slowly walking through the light red mist.

His field card called [Aoyama Brave Epic] can indeed affect the day and night weather, but that is based on the stability of the magnetic field.

King Ren even believed that the strength of this card ranked first among the summon cards of all players in the [Qingshan Cup].

Now this field competition is exactly what he wants.

My mind is full of heroes, cards, magic, slaying gods and the like, and I believe everything written in the book to be true.

Following his soft call, two little girls appeared beside him instantly.

He made countless jokes, and was so crazy that he regarded the building as a monster, the bridge as a safe house, the shop as the head of a ghost, and thought that the card master who helped his children find him was a follower of the evil god.

So he unlocked the door at night, used a tattered tricycle as a mount, picked up a casserole from the trash can as a helmet, and stole a coat from the clinic to use as a cloak.

He made this in a craft class before coming to the competition.

This is the difference between people.

Without this shackles, this civilian genius would only be even more terrifying.

Just one collision broke Wang Ren's home advantage.

Ji Nian originally planned to use this thing as a template to open an online store to earn some pocket money, but unexpectedly it was used by Daiyu first.

——These guys who are born with troubles should be beaten to death if they take away the opportunity of people like him who have their own responsibilities and only rely on their own cultivation.

"To this day, he is definitely the toughest guy in domain competitions, bar none."

People are in despair.

"Is this coming?"

Day and night, my brain gradually dried up and I completely lost my mind.

The sharp and eerie sound of the suona spread across the wilderness, sending chills down the back of one's neck.

Although people like Yan Lou and Lu Re are also good players, they are at most on the same level as them, maybe slightly worse.

King Ren said in a deep voice, jumped into the slot of the tricycle with all his strength, and sat on a urea bag filled with garbage bottles, while [Prisoner with Hundred Scars] squeezed next to the compacted carton with a slight embarrassment.

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[Prisoner covered with hundreds of scars] holding pitted shackles and iron balls, guarding his side;

I saw a skinny, white-haired old man carrying a casserole on his head, wearing a white coat he found from nowhere, and riding an old and peeling paint tricycle in the venue.

It is such a ridiculous and funny story, supported by ultra-rare materials, that has become the strongest card spirit in King Ren's hand, and it is also the core of this field card.

There is also a straight and slender wooden stick sandwiched between his right hand and the handlebar.

There was a slightly arrogant hum in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the little girl pointed to the Biangan flower on the coffin and pursed her lips.

"The meadows stretch out, and the love is in harmony. The room is suitable for IKEA, and the couple is made in heaven!"

One of them has been painted with him as the protagonist, in the image of a bridegroom, with a pale face and a description of madness, with blood-red flowers hanging on his upper body, and a strange image of riding a paper horse.

He likes to challenge the masters.

Afterwards, the bearer in a short game, wearing a vest and a small hat, smiled and steadily carried the big red sedan chair with light steps.

As the top underworld technique, [Red and White Collision] brings together the two extreme emotions of great joy and great sadness.

Daiyu nodded gently when she heard the words, moved the corners of her lips slightly, and lay down in the wooden coffin lightly.

And with his appearance, the clear sky that King Ren had maintained so well was replaced by a dark and depressing haze.

The heavy and sharp rhythm is almost breathtaking.

He said to his heart, smashed the paper horse with both feet, and led the Red Demon team into the wilderness.

Ji Nian's eyes moved slightly, subconsciously revealing x-p.

Ji Nian thought to himself, and raised his hand to call out the skin tag that Xie Wenyuan gave him two days ago.

But he immediately regained his gentlemanly appearance, patted the two little girls on the shoulders, and asked them to take their places.

It usually takes a lot of effort to choose the target to build, but it is really incomparable with the second generation who have the help of their teachers and have to think of their own stories.

Goldman Sachs and Yu Anran are both alumni. They have fought dozens of times, with wins and losses, which is not interesting.

And in this field, he can freely control the time and weather to provide various assistance for his playing style.

"The 'Red Devil' and 'White Devil' are all in place, and the suona team, the paper bearers and the coffin have also been replaced with enhanced models..."

Xin said, raising his hand and turning out a dark red wooden coffin engraved with some kind of enchanting floral pattern.

I felt countless evil winds going straight into my collar, and there were hundreds of ghosts spying on me in the dark.

Even Wang Ren, a tough guy, felt a strong sense of suffocation.

It was as if what was in front of me was not a wedding procession, but the concept of "death" itself.

No matter how much you run, you can't escape, you can't break free, and there is an almost despairing sense of fate floating in the air.

(End of chapter)