Chapter 1825 Famous Paintings

Fuck!

Cheng Caizhi had never thought that Dai Xiu, who had a good face, could be so hideous.

It attacked from a deadly perspective, with its forehead behind and its chin forward, so stubborn that even the coarse black hair in its nostrils was sticking out.

Being killed face-to-face was only a moment of horror.

Cheng Caizhi felt the world spinning around as his mind fluctuated. He thought to himself that something was wrong. Sure enough, the environment changed again in less than half a breath.

"This is..."

There was no doubt that he had entered the deep world from the first level of the illusion sword technique, which was similar to a dream within a dream.

It was still a terrifying lucid dream!

Cheng Caizhi could not find the center of the formation at all, so he could only open his eyes and look around.

This time he came to a barren mountain with a heavy atmosphere. The grass and trees were sparse, the soil and rocks were scorched, and there were traces of lightning and swords.

"Battlefield..."

Cheng Caizhi felt vaguely familiar, but could not remember where he had seen it.

He looked into the distance, and there were some hazy figures standing on the distant mountains. Judging from their realm, they were only Zhan Dao and Taixu.

Some were even only at the throne realm.

But all of them had terrifying auras, giving people an extreme sense of oppression.

It felt like any one of them could kill enemies across levels and levels, posing a threat to the semi-saints.

But when those people looked closely, they couldn't see their shapes and appearances clearly - such a powerful figure was just a background board on this battlefield, and didn't even dare to approach the front battlefield?

Cheng Caizhi felt even more palpitating, vaguely remembering where this was, but couldn't believe it.

"Just you, dare to call Ba Zun An?"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the bald rock pile not far away, Dai Xiu!

Cheng Caizhi's hands trembled.

This was clearly the voice that Dai Xiu had said before fighting with the sack of Ba Zun An, how could it be repeated here?

He quickly turned his head and looked over there.

It didn't matter if he saw it, but before he saw the real owner, his legs went limp with fear.

The first thing that came into his sight was a burly man with a naked upper body and a strong back. He had three heads and six arms, fierce eyes, and scars all over his body. He held a pale, unconscious woman in one hand, and with the other hand he supported a double-headed, gilded, bloodstained long stick.

Not far from him, there were several wine barrels piled on the ground. In the middle, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, was a sturdy man wearing a cloak. He was sweating profusely, and his body was surrounded by purple lightning. Behind him was a phantom of a thunder spirit covering the sky, and the surrounding roads were surging, with lightning and thunder.

Behind the two burly men, there were three figures standing by the grass and stones with a breath no weaker than this.

One was wearing a star-shaped robe, with a smile on his face, and his palm was raised, holding a compass in the air, with a star spoon on it, turning slowly.

One is wearing a sword robe, with a blue and white band around his forehead, long hair flying, and his spirit is like a fairy, his eyes are sharp, and he looks down on all directions.

One is wearing a black shirt, standing like a javelin, with a big bow on his waist, evil and awe-inspiring, his eyes are as bright as day, and the Taoist patterns are floating. His body is rolling, buzzing, overlapping, and shining with each other. It seems that after a thought collapses, it can explode with infinite power.

This is the left side!

This can barely be called a normal human!

Except for these two giants who look very normal, and the three extraordinary people, the right side of the front battlefield is so shocking!

"Pitter-patter..."

The sound of rain falls from afar.

Cheng Caizhi trembled and looked at it, feeling his cheeks cold, and he didn't know when he started to cry.

But on the right side, half of the sky was covered with gray-black rain. Under the rain and fog, the old tree was entangled with roots. It was a huge tree that covered the sky. The branches and branches were hung with countless wronged souls. The treetops were in full bloom, presenting a human face whose entire appearance could not be seen.

Under the sad rain old locust tree rooted in the void, there was a huge golden lotus platform blooming. On the lotus sat a Buddha with brilliant light. There was a red golden sand between his eyebrows. His eyes were closed with compassion. One hand pointed to the sky to stop the falling rain, and the other hand pointed to the ground to freeze the long river.

Long river?

The illusory long river that seemed to flow from ancient time and space was winding like a dragon and snake. At the end of the river was Cheng Caizhi... or it just extended to the back of Cheng Caizhi!

Cheng Caizhi turned his head in shock and saw that there was a figure beside him who was originally empty.

This is a young man wearing a jade crown and holding an ancient scroll. He looks like a scholar and is well-mannered. He has six black strings around his neck, but no pendant.

Others are so imposing that they will not move around.

When Cheng Caizhi looked at the jade-faced scholar behind him, the scholar actually turned his head to look at him, and he could speak even if he moved his lips!

"Friend, you are very anxious..."

Bang!

Cheng Caizhi fell to the ground with his butt.

He supported himself with his hands like a ghost and moved back several feet. He felt dry mouth and smoke in his throat. His whole spirit seemed to be hollowed out.

Anxiety?

How could he not be anxious?

This painting! This world-famous painting!

Every time he woke up from a dream, he would always be scared to the point of tachycardia and be horrified.

Because even if he was canonized now, Cheng Caizhi still knew that any one of the people in the painting could beat him up with one hand, without any possibility of any accident.

Even if the people in the paintings are now in decline, hiding, losing their arms, drinking, imprisoning themselves, disappearing, or falling...

Ignorance is happiness.

Children born in the past thirty years are all happy.

They have not seen the most glorious era, and have not been abused directly or frightened from the side like the monks and the older generation of that generation.

They have not seen the ten mountains standing at the end of the Tao, and the ten evil ghosts on the top of the mountain. Children can always have hope and feel that they have the possibility of transcendence.

But...

"Surpass?"

Anyone who has seen it knows that it is impossible!

"Ten evil ghosts, ten evil ghosts..." Cheng Caizhi was in a trance and murmured silently.

He blinked suddenly and tried to tell himself that this was just a magic sword technique. These were all fake, and they were the rubbish tricks of the eight masters of the sack.

After that, he raised his eyes again and looked at the painting.

Boom!

Cheng Caizhi's mentality exploded.

That was not a magic sword technique at all, nor was it fake.

On the heads of the ten evil ghosts, each of them had a heavy golden throne that looked illusory but was actually real.

The throne was made of pure gold and inlaid with jasper beads. The three-foot base was like the black tortoise with patterns on its back. The double-sided armrests were decorated with ivory rhinoceros horns. The hollow long back was carved with ferocious dragons and ferocious phoenixes, and the momentum was arrogant, like a blade out of its sheath.

This is not an ordinary throne at all!

Those ten people are not the ten evil ghosts!

But the famous and overwhelming ten thrones!

…

“I…”

Dai Xiu raised his gun and stopped suddenly.

After his holy thoughts swept around, he lowered his head and suddenly lost the light between his eyes.

The world was quiet.

The corpses and blood on the ground were insignificant.

The people standing on the mountainside, watching the crowd, were insignificant.

The terrible thing was that he, the half-saint Dai Xiu, had just raised his gun and rushed forward, wanting to lead Brother Cheng, but he inexplicably rushed back to the battlefield of the Ten Thrones in the past.

Unlike old bones like Cheng Caizhi.

Dai Xiu became famous at a young age and was heroic. He was not an outsider who watched the show and was scared to death.

He personally participated in the battle of the Ten Thrones!

“It’s a bit funny…”

Dai Xiu’s mouth twitched, and he could see at a glance that this battlefield was so fake, clearly the work of the illusion swordsmanship.

There was a careless look on his lips, and his eyes were full of ease. Only the gun was left in his hand, trembling slightly.

He tried to shield himself from the ten evil ghosts that were clearly marked under the ten brilliant thrones, asking all the participants to fight and grab them quickly.

From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glimpsed a young man with a sword on his back, who was walking away lonely outside the circle of the famous painting.

Dai Xiu still remembered 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 an unknown jade-faced scholar, and even his Tao heart was damaged because of this, so he chose to directly withdraw from the battle of the ten thrones.

"Huh..."

Dai Xiu let out a long sigh and suppressed the waves in his heart.

He still didn't look up, but when his peripheral vision turned, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure again.

This woman, who was also standing outside the circle of the center of the famous painting, was a graceful and good-looking woman. She was clenching her fists, pursing her lips in hatred, and her eyes were full of resentment.

It was only later that Dai Xiu learned from Jiang Buyi's drunken remarks that she was Rao Yaoyao, who disguised herself and used an alias to secretly participate in the battle. She wanted to make a splash, but was eliminated quietly in the end.

"Heh! Huhu..."

Dai Xiu took a few breaths again and suppressed the shock in his heart.

He still didn't look up. He didn't know why the perspective he saw these people was the perspective of an insider looking at outsiders.

It was as if he was standing in the center of the world famous painting, standing in the center of the stage of the battle of the five domains' geniuses, and being admired by thousands of people.

Suddenly, Dai Xiu's body shuddered and he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

It was a tall man lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He had a very wide frame and was as strong as an ox. He had the body 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, his hands and feet broken at strange angles, and a two-legged black owl with broken wings and legs fell to the ground beside his shoulder.

"Impossible!"

Dai Xiu's face finally changed, and he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

He also recognized this person, Ye Xiao, who later became the leader of the Anbu. He was a famous figure in the early stage of the Ten Thrones War and got three golden thrones.

As a result, in the middle and late stages, like everyone else, he was provoked by the fledgling Dao and fought with a big bald man.

One punch and Ye Xiao was crippled.

Three thrones triggered a bloody battle.

In the end, one became Dao Qiongcang's, and the other two were taken by Shen Yi, which could be said to be a failure.

"But how could it be Night Owl?"

Dai Xiu lowered his head, his body trembling like a sieve, his neck seemed to be held tightly by someone - held by himself named Dai Xiu, he dared not look up!

Whether it was Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, or Night Owl, these were not the characters who should appear when the ten famous paintings gathered together and converged in the final battle.

In other words...

These people are all fake.

They are all the guidance of the illusion sword technique, used to confuse people's minds.

Dai Xiu gritted his teeth and made every effort, finally blasted away the mountain that almost broke his neck, and roared:

"You want to destroy my Tao heart with your trivial skills? It's ridiculous!"

He raised his head suddenly!

At this moment, the holy power burst out.

The world was gray, nothing unusual happened, but there was a top light from the sky, illuminating Dai Xiu, as if announcing to the world - he, Dai Xiu, is the master of destiny in this world.

Swish!

The attention of the public is harmless.

There were more than a dozen calm gazes around him, which made people tremble.

Que 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 under 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 time is up and down, 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 know me well, don’t even think about killing my Taoist heart! Don't even think about it!

Dai Xiu just staggered and managed to stabilize his body in front of the ten statues.

But when the people around him and the illusory flower scenery faded away, the blurry figure confronting Dai Xiu in front of him gradually solidified, revealing his true appearance and truth.

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?"

That was a man whose clothes were as beautiful as snow, and he looked like an immortal.

The black hair was fluttering, showing an unruly look, and the sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were unruly. Just by staring like this, it seemed like thousands of sword lights were whizzing towards him.

"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 had returned to that year in a trance.

He was not a semi-saint that year, nor was he someone who could be called by name in the center of the battlefield and outside the battlefield.

Like those insignificant black shadows 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 that a fake Bazunzi could scare him into being like this.

Today is different from the past. He has been made a semi-saint, and the Eight True Masters have come. Doesn't he 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 acquaintances 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, and he cannot remember them, but he will give them the opportunity to be remembered by history.

He raised two fingers together and flicked it 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 looked hard, seeing that the five swords were either slender, broad, thick, demonic, 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 and powder, it was the sound of the demon sword Nulan.

The white and thick ones are the wounds of the sword and the tears of great sadness but no sword.

The black and ferocious one is one of the five great artifacts of Chaos, and there are four ferocious 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 Ba Zun for the longest time - Qingju!

Pick a sword?

The words were spoken by Bazun, but in Dai Xiu's ears, it was like "choosing a way to die", and everyone else was dumbfounded.

I!

Just Dai Xiu!

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, and 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 speechless, 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, he was like thunder, and his knees weakened, "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

Only then could he stretch out his hand, thinking about the drowning man, 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 placed in 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 is silent, the snow falls 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 are one foot high in the sky!

He looked down from a 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 emptiness, which makes people fascinated. After all their efforts are in vain, they feel as if they are lost:

"What you ask for is in vain..."