Cheng Caizhi had never thought that Dai Xiu's face could be so disgusting at times.
It swooped in from a death perspective, with its forehead behind and chin forward, so stubborn that even the thick black hairs in its nostrils popped out.
Being killed in the face is only frightening for a moment.
Cheng Caizhi's mind was fluctuating, but he felt that the world was spinning. His mind was broken. Sure enough, he didn't have half a breath, and the environment changed again.
"This is……"
There is no doubt that I have entered the deep world from the first level of fantasy swordsmanship, which is similar to a dream within a dream.
Still a scary lucid dream!
Cheng Caizhi couldn't find the formation eye at all, so he could only open his eyes weakly and look around.
This time he came to a barren mountain with a heavy atmosphere. The vegetation was sparse, the earth and rocks were scorched yellow, and there were traces of being chopped by thunder and swords.
"battlefield……"
Cheng Caizhi felt vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
He looked into the distance, and there were some hazy figures standing on the distant mountains. From the perspective of the realm alone, they were too empty.
Some even only have the Throne Realm.
But they all have a terrifying aura, giving people an ultimate sense of oppression.
It feels like just picking one out can jump through levels, kill enemies in several levels, and pose a threat to Half-Saints.
But when those people took a closer look, they couldn't see clearly the shape or appearance - such a powerful figure was just a background on this battlefield, and he didn't even dare to get close to the front battlefield?
Cheng Caizhi felt even more palpitated. He vaguely remembered where this was, but couldn't believe it.
"You alone, dare to call Bazun Shu?"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the pile of bare rocks not far away, Dai Xiu!
Cheng Cai's hand shook.
This was clearly the sound that Dai Xiu had said just before he started fighting with the Eight Sack Masters. Why did it reappear here?
He quickly turned his head and looked there.
It didn't matter. He hadn't seen the real owner yet, and he was so frightened that his legs went weak.
The first thing that caught the eye was a naked-chested, burly man with a huge back and waist. He had three heads and six arms, tiger eyes, and was covered in scars. He held the pale unconscious woman in one hand, and held a double-headed gilt pole in his other hand.
Gold, a long stick stained with blood.
Not far from it, there are several wine barrels piled on the ground. In the middle, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, sits a majestic man wearing a long cloak. He is sweating profusely and his body is covered with purple lightning. Behind him is the phantom of a thunder spirit that covers the sky.
The surrounding roads swelled with lightning and thunder.
Behind the two burly men, there were three figures standing beside the grass and rocks with no less powerful auras.
Wearing star clothes, his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his palms were raised, and he was holding a star in the south, and the star spoon on it was turning leisurely.
Wearing a sword robe, there is a blue and white band around his forehead, his long hair is flying, his aura is like that of an immortal, his eyes are filled with sharp light, and he looks in all directions.
Wearing a black shirt, he is as straight as a javelin, with a big bow on his waist. He has an evil spirit, his eyes are like daylight, and his Taoist patterns are floating on seals. The Taoism chain around his body is rolling, buzzing and stirring, three or six overlapping, reflecting each other, as if after a thought collapsed,
It can explode with infinite power.
This is the left!
This can barely be called a normal human being!
Except for these two giants who looked very normal, and three extraordinary people, the right side of the frontal battlefield was a shocking sight!
"Xixixixixi..."
The sound of rain fell far away.
Cheng Caizhi looked at it tremblingly, feeling his cheeks getting cold, and he started to shed tears at some point.
But high in the sky on the right, half of the sky was covered with gray-black rain. Under the rain and mist, old trees were entwined with roots. They were giant trees that covered the sky. Their branches and beards were hanging with countless dead souls. The crown of the tree was in full bloom, showing a picture that could not be seen clearly.
Full view of human face.
Under the sorrowful old locust tree rooted in the void, there is a huge golden lotus stand blooming. On the lotus sits a radiant Buddha, with a little red gold sand between his eyebrows, his eyes closed with compassion, and he points his finger to the sky to stop the falling rain.
A finger on the ground froze the entire river.
Long river?
The illusory long river that seemed to flow from ancient time and space, winding like a dragon and a snake, at the end of the river was Cheng Caizhi...or in other words, it extended just behind Cheng Caizhi!
Cheng Caizhi turned his head in shock and saw that there was no one beside him. Suddenly, at some point, a figure appeared.
This is a young man wearing a jade crown and holding an ancient scroll in his hand. He looks like a scholar and is elegant. He wears six black strings around his neck, but no pendant.
The others are here, the momentum is overwhelming, at least they won't move.
When Cheng Caizhi looked at the jade-faced scholar behind him, the scholar actually turned his head to look at him, his lips moved, and he could still speak!
"Friend, you are very anxious..."
Bang!
Cheng Cai fell to the ground on his butt.
He put his hands on the ground like a ghost and moved back a few feet. He felt his mouth was dry, his throat was smoking, and his whole body felt like it had been hollowed out.
anxiety?
How can you not be anxious?
This painting! This world famous painting!
Every night when he recalled the dream and woke up, it would always frighten him so much that his heartbeat would race too fast and his mind would be horrified.
Because even though he is now canonized, Cheng Caizhi still knows that if anyone in this painting jumps out, he can still be killed with one hand without any possibility of accident.
Even now, the people in the painting are all declining from their peak to prosperity, some are living in hiding, some have broken arms, some are drunk, some are imprisoned, some have disappeared, or some have fallen...
Ignorance is happiness.
Children born in the past thirty years are all happy.
They have never seen the most glorious era, and like the monks of that generation and the older generation, they were either abused from the front or frightened from the side.
Children who have never seen the ten high mountains standing at the end of the road and the ten evil spirits on the mountaintops can always have hope and realize that there is a possibility of transcendence.
But……
"Beyond?"
Anyone who has seen it knows it, it’s impossible!
"Ten evil ghosts, top ten evil ghosts..." Cheng Caizhi was in a trance and murmured silently.
He blinked hard and tried to tell himself that this was just an illusion of swordsmanship. These were all fake and were rubbish tricks that Sack Ba Zun was familiar with.
After that, he raised his eyes again and looked at the painting.
boom!
Cheng Caizhi's mentality exploded.
That is not a fantasy swordsmanship at all, nor is it fake.
Above the heads of each of the ten evil ghosts, there is a golden and heavy throne that looks illusory but is actually real.
The throne is made of pure gold and inlaid with jasper beads. The three-foot base resembles the negative pattern of a black tortoise. The armrests on both sides are decorated with ivory and rhinoceros horns. The long hollow back is carved with ferocious dragons and ferocious phoenixes, with a arrogant momentum, like a blade unsheathed.
This is no ordinary throne at all!
Those ten people are not the top ten evil ghosts either!
But the famous one who dominates EMI, the Tenth Seat!
…
"I……"
Dai Xiu raised his gun and stopped suddenly.
After scanning the surroundings with his holy thoughts, he lowered his head and his eyes suddenly lost light.
The world suddenly became quiet.
The corpses on the ground and the blood flowing in the oars are insignificant.
A man standing on the edge of a mountain attracts everyone’s attention, but it is insignificant.
What's terrible is that he, the Half-Saint Dai Xiu, had just raised his gun and charged forward, wanting to lead Brother Cheng's attack, but he inexplicably rushed back into the battlefield of the Ten Lords in the past.
Different from old bones like Cheng Caizhi.
Dai Xiu became famous at a young age and was a heroic figure. At that time, he was not an outsider who only wanted to watch a show and was frightened to death.
He personally participated in the Battle of the Ten Seats!
"It's a bit funny..."
The corner of Dai Xiu's mouth twitched, and he could see at a glance that this battlefield was so fake, and it was clearly the work of phantom swordsmanship.
There was a careless expression on his lips, and his eyes were full of ease and carefreeness. He only left the gun in his hand, trembling slightly.
He tried hard to shield himself from looking at the ten evil ghosts clearly marked under the ten glorious thrones, telling all the players to fight and rob them quickly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man with a sword behind his back, outside the central circle of the famous painting.
Dai Xiu still remembers this guy because he saw that battle with his own eyes.
His name is Wen Ting.
The sword on his back is the number one on the famous sword list, the Evil Sword Yue Lian.
He lost to a little-known jade-faced scholar, and his Taoism was even damaged because of this, so he chose to withdraw from the battle of the ten thrones directly.
"call……"
Dai Xiu let out a long breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
He still didn't raise his head, but as soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
This woman, also standing outside the central circle of the famous painting, is a graceful and pretty woman. She is clenching her fists, pursed her lips in hatred, and her eyes are full of dissatisfaction.
It was only later that Dai Xiu learned after hearing Jiang Buyi's drunken gaffe that she was the Rao Yaoyao who disguised herself as a alias and secretly participated in the war. She wanted to make a splash, but was eliminated quietly in the end.
"Ha! Huhu..."
Dai Xiu took a few breaths again and suppressed the panic in his heart.
He still didn't raise his head. He didn't know why he saw these people from the perspective of an insider looking at outsiders.
It was as if I was standing in the center of a world-famous painting, standing in the center of the stage of the battle of geniuses from the five regions, and being admired by thousands of people.
Suddenly, Dai Xiu was startled and saw something he shouldn't have seen.
It was a tall man lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He had an extremely wide frame and was as strong as an ox. He had the size of three normal adult men, but his whole body was wrapped in a confining black feather coat.
He was in the center of the circle, not far from Dai Xiu's feet.
He passed out, with a big hole in his chest, blood gushing out like a fountain, his hands and feet broken at weird angles, and a two-legged black owl with broken wings and legs fell to the ground next to his shoulders.
"impossible!"
Dai Xiu's expression finally changed, and he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.
He also recognized this person, Night Owl, who later became the leader of the ANBU. He was a man of great influence in the early stages of the Ten Seats War, and had obtained three golden thrones.
As a result, in the middle and late stages, like others, I was inspired by the fledgling Na Dao and started having sex with a big bald man.
With one punch, Night Owl was destroyed.
Three thrones caused a bloody battle.
In the end, the cycle went round and round, one of them became the Dao Firmament, and the other two were also obtained by the gods. It can be said that the success fell short.
"But how could it be Night Owl?"
Dai Xiu lowered his head, his body was shaking like chaff, and his neck felt like someone was holding him tightly - being held down by his own name, Dai Xiu, he didn't dare to raise his head!
Whether it is Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, or Ye Xiao, these are not the characters that should appear when ten famous paintings are gathered together for the final battle.
That is to say...
These people are all fake.
They are all guides of phantom swordsmanship and are used to confuse people's will.
Dai Xiu gritted his teeth, worked hard, and finally blasted away the mountain that almost broke his neck, and roared:
"It's so trivial to try to destroy my Taoist heart? It's simply ridiculous!"
He raised his head suddenly!
At this moment, the holy power blossomed.
The world was dark, nothing unusual happened, but a bright light fell from the sky, illuminating Dai Xiu, as if announcing to the world that he, Dai Xiu, was the master of destiny in this world.
brush!
It doesn't hurt to be in the spotlight.
Surrounding me alone, more than a dozen indifferent gazes were cast on me, making my heart tremble.
Qui Leihan, who had his eyes closed cross-legged, opened his eyes, and the three-headed and six-armed god also looked back. Gou Wuyue crossed his arms and crossed his chest, Dao Qiongtian pursed his lips and smiled, loving the common people with an expressionless face, looking at all living beings with the eyes of the great road.
Ants.
The crown of the old tree has long eyes, the locust trees look down at each other, the Buddha stands out after the rain, the lotus platform blooms with fragrance, the river is ups and downs, the world is ups and downs, the scholar folds his book and tilts his head.
A soft sound rang in my ears, obviously full of concern, it sounded like a devil whispering:
"Friend, are you anxious too?"
Dai Xiu's Adam's apple rolled up, his eyes were filled with tears, the hair on his body stood up, and he almost fell to his knees.
Fake!
It's all fake!
The Eight Masters, don’t even think about killing my Taoist heart! Don’t even think about it!
Dai Xiu just staggered, and then managed to stabilize his body in front of the ten-god seat.
But when the people around him and the illusory flower scene faded away, and the blurry figure confronting Dai Xiu in front of him gradually solidified, revealing his true appearance, the truth came.
Dai Xiu's eyes were blank for a moment, his pupils couldn't stop shaking again and again, and his cheeks trembled so much that it looked like pieces of meat were about to fall off his face.
"You want to fight me?"
He was a man whose clothes were as handsome as snow, and he looked like an immortal.
Her black hair was fluttering, showing her unruliness, and her sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were unruly. Just by staring like this, it seemed like thousands of sword lights were whizzing towards her.
"Send your name."
His voice was calm and light, as if he was just an insignificant one among his many challengers.
Or maybe, there is no "as if".
"Dai, Dai Dai..."
On the contrary, Dai Xiu's teeth were chattering and his mentality was completely unsettled. He was transported back to that year in a trance.
At that time, he was not a semi-saint, nor was he someone who could be called by name outside the battlefield at the center of the battlefield.
Like those insignificant black figures on the distant mountains and forests, he can only be watched from a distance. He is a small follower and no one cares about him.
He suddenly became the protagonist of the world. Faced with the Eight Masters, it became difficult for him to even speak.
No!
Fake!
It's all fake!
Dai Xiu quickly calmed down and realized how could a fake Bazun Shu scare him into being like this?
Nowadays, it is different from the past. I have been made a semi-saint, and I have come to know the Eight True Masters. Isn’t it possible that I don’t have a chance to fight...
"I said, tell me your name." Bazun's voice was calm.
"Dai Xiu!!!"
Dai Xiu suddenly stood up straight and his voice was loud, like a wild beast that could be tamed with just one word.
"Pick a sword."
The eight statues have black hair blowing across their faces and have stern expressions.
Although he does not take any opponents seriously, he does not bother to remember every brave person who dares to stand up and challenge himself, but he will not remember them, but he will give them the opportunity to be remembered by history.
He raised two fingers together and flicked them gently.
On his back and waist, five swords flew out of the air, each filled with murderous intent.
Dai Xiu's eyes trembled, and he focused hard. He saw that the five swords were either slender, broad, monster, or murderous...
Of course he recognizes these five swords!
Anyone who lived before and after that era didn't know the major swords that the eight masters were familiar with?
The purple giant sword is the fairy sword Zi Tian Zui.
Mixed with gold powder, it is the sound of the demon sword Nulan.
The pale white and thick ones are the result of a wounded sword and great sorrow and tears without a sword.
The black and fierce sword is one of the five great artifacts of chaos. There are four fierce swords.
The sword is three feet long, with a green and white blade. It looks ordinary, but it is the first sword that has been with the Eight Lords for the longest time - Qingju!
Pick a sword?
The words were spoken by Bazun, but if they fell into Dai Xiu's ears, they were like "choosing a way to die", and everyone else was dumbfounded.
I!
Just Daixiu!
How could he be so virtuous and capable that he could die by one of these five swords?
When his mind was in turmoil, the only ray of clarity on the spiritual platform that he held on to, forced himself to lift Dai Xiu's waist, so that he would not kneel down and beg for mercy in front of countless people in the Battle of Ten Seats.
Fake!
He was screaming in his heart.
He struggled for a long time. It felt like a century. He still didn't know how to speak or how to break the situation.
The Eight Masters waited for him for three breaths. Seeing that he was silent, they folded their sleeves and sheathed their swords. All five swords were lost:
"I've finished choosing for you."
When Dai Xiu heard the voice, it was like five thunders striking his head, and his knees weakened, "Wait a minute, wait..."
Only then could he stretch out his hand, thinking about the drowning man and wanting to grab something.
Ba Zunzun stepped forward with a heavy step, his black hair splashed across his face, and a sword light burst out from his eyes!
"Buzz——"
Dizziness, tinnitus, mental disorder!
At this moment, Dai Xiu felt that he was thrust into an empty and bleak world. He saw that he was still on the battlefield, still where he was.
But everyone around was nowhere to be seen.
Sword waves rippled all over the ground, and the nine-day cold wind was biting.
Amid the whirring sound, Dai Xiu's face felt cold, his eyelashes quivered, and he caught a snowflake.
Everything was silent, the snow fell silently.
Dai Xiu tried his best to open his eyes and saw that the world was completely white, with only one lone figure left - the Eight Masters!
The eight acquaintances are right in front of you.
The Eight Masters know how to be one foot high in the sky!
He looked down from his high building, and no one moved, but the sound came first. It was the hymn of death and the sword chant of reincarnation:
"I beg you for Feixue in August..."
This sound is extremely ethereal and void, which makes people fascinated. After all their efforts were in vain, they felt as if they were lost: