Grass!

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!
To be continued...