The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Shen Zhongyu didn't care about why he came twice, but there were different consequences.Because he saw that he seemed to be standing in the middle of the battlefield, and on one side were the soldiers of the Yellow Emperor, wearing armor and holding weapons;The situation before the battle was chilling, as if a fight was about to erupt in the next moment.

He looked up at the sky, and found that it was no longer the empty and dark cave in the mountain, but a dark yellow sky with blood, the dragon fighting in the wild, its blood was black and yellow.He looked at the armies on both sides of the battle, and took a step.

The battlefield, which was stagnant like an ancient portrait, suddenly came alive, with swords and soldiers protruding, wild beasts roaring, and the wind wrapped in gravel blowing on the face, as if a bloodstain was about to be drawn. This is a real world.

Shen Zhongyu felt as if she was forced into a mortal body, her vast consciousness and powerful mana disappeared without leaving a trace.At this moment, he didn't care about it. He looked down at his rough hands and simple clothes, and couldn't help asking himself in a panic, who am I and why am I? !

But soon he couldn't think of anything anymore. In the middle of the battle formation, the sound of fast horses raising their hooves and people charging could be heard clearly, as well as the urging drums and cheering battle horns, all of which made people's hearts surge.

He turned around, flipped the sword in his hand, and cut the Chi You deployment who was rushing forward into two pieces, then snatched the spear from his hand, and swept forward, bleeding all over the ground.

After fighting for a day, he seemed to have forgotten his past origins, fighting under the Yellow Emperor's subordinates like the ancestors of ancient times.At the end of the day, he made a lot of achievements in battle, and his boss praised: "Tongjia is doing well!" He even got an extra meal.

He, who is now called Dongjia, looked at the half-cavity sheep that hadn't even been skinned completely, and thought for a while, as if there was someone who ate roasted whole sheep with him, it would be even better if he was still there.

As he thought about it, he cleaned and roasted the half-cavity lamb.During the process of roasting the lamb, many immortal masters who also served under the Yellow Emperor came over when they smelled the aroma, and Dongjia generously invited them to eat together.

The immortal masters were not stingy people either, so after eating the mutton, they gave Dong Jia some talismans, seals, magical implements and other things for his protection.

With this blessing, the next day, even though he was only wearing bunts and didn't even have a heart armor, he was even more brave in fighting.Xuannv, who was with the Yellow Emperor, saw Dongjia who was bathed in blood and said to the Yellow Emperor: "This is a warrior, you can use it." Dongjia had a set of leather armor, and wanted to give him a long sword at first, but Xuannv standing aside said again: "He is not suitable for using a sword."

When Dongjia heard this, he thought that I usually use a sword, why not?Dissatisfied, he looked up at the woman chattering beside Huang Di.

Xuannv was dressed in black, with bright eyes and bright teeth, she was standing beside the Yellow Emperor, when she saw Dongjia looking up at her, she didn't show any anger, she just said indifferently: "It's a magic shot."

When Dongjia heard this, his heart was touched, and he boldly said: "I have never shot an arrow." "Then learn."

With just one sentence from him, Dongjia changed from an assault fighter who cut horses and captured the flag to an archer. He could only practice archery hard so as to become a master archer as soon as possible.But it is not an easy task. You can only learn while going into battle, which is very different from the previous brave performance.

Under the depression, he was even more desperate, and the big sun came out and shot arrows one after another on the school field, until his fingers were dripping with blood.When he was practicing hard, he suddenly heard a voice from behind, "Wrong." He turned around and saw that it was Xuannv, who was dressed in black and had her hair pulled back, without any decorations. She called out in a muffled voice, "Miss Xuannv." Xuannv glanced at him, went to him, took the bow and arrow in his hand, and stood there, bowed the bow and set the arrow, and said, "Come and see me."

It stands like a pine, never shaken, its strings are like the wind blowing on the face, neither light nor heavy, just hook and release, the arrow is like a shooting star, and the arrow hits.She looked back at the stunned Dongjia, smiled slightly, and said: "Swordsman, the king of a hundred soldiers. Your swordsmanship is good but you lack a bit of stamina. You are not suitable for using a sword. But if you can bear it and see things correctly, there will be a big fight." Take care of your career." Dongjia took the bow and arrow, imagining how the talented Xuannv used to be, bending the bow and setting the arrow, without a trace of anxiety, but settled down to see it, weighed the feel, drew the string and released the arrow.The arrow was like a shooting star, and it sank into the target in a blink of an eye, only the tail feathers were trembling slightly in the air.

He took a breath, never thinking that he would release such an arrow.He seemed to have opened up his mind. Although he shot the arrow slowly, he could hit nine out of ten shots and became a rare marksman.In order to reward him, the Yellow Emperor also ordered his immortals to refine the red bow and white-feathered arrows with him.

At this time, the Yellow Emperor was the master who obeyed the heavens and obeyed his orders. Apart from mortals, there were also a large number of immortals and gods mixed in under his command.Even a soldier who seems to be born as a mortal may appeal to the three generations of witches who were also gods.This is a battle of gods and demons, not a battle of inhumans, which is very different from the later generations.

He suddenly thought of the word posthumous, and he was startled. Where did the posthumous come from?When he was in a daze, an immortal master came over and called him: "You saved me today, this is for you."

When he looked back, he was a gentle and handsome young man, with a shy smile, he handed him a talisman.He hurriedly took it, tucked it in the front of his clothes, waved his hands and turned around again, so as not to let people see that he was blushing drunk, and he didn't know why he always had an inexplicable liking for this person, thinking that he was particularly pleasing to the eye nice.

This immortal teacher was probably very grateful, so he was very enthusiastic about the savior, and he kept in touch with him from time to time. Dongjia also half-pushed and became close to him, and came to chat with him when he was free.Having said so much, besides fighting in battle, he finally gained some insight, unlike the old days who were ignorant and only knew about fighting to the death.

After getting along, even when Dongjia suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, he thought of the fairy master, so he got out of the tent while the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the moon was bright and bright, and looked at the talismans and magic weapons he gave him in the field. The bright gadgets reflect the moonlight, although I feel mysterious and inexplicable, but after a long time of exploration, I always feel a little touched in my heart, as if I was very familiar with these things.

He looked up at the bright moon, and then a person appeared on the silver plate like a mirror, and it was actually a person who got along with him every day and smiled slightly at him.He jumped up in fright at once, and found that he had fallen asleep lying on the field.

It's just that even if he wakes up, he still clearly remembers the scene in the dream, and thought with some annoyance, he still remembers that there should be someone else in his heart, but he forgot who that person was, even the height, fat, and thinness of that person. It's been so long since it's impossible to fight, can you even forget the people who think about it?

Dongjia just stared blankly for a while, when he saw thick fog pouring in from between the fences of the camp, like milk or flying catkins, covering the originally clear night sky in a blink of an eye.He swallowed, went back and pushed his teammates to wake him up, and said, "It's foggy outside, I don't know what it is."

Many soldiers went out to have a look. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help feeling frightened, and walked towards the commander's tent, clutching their weapons tightly.But bumps and bumps on the way actually caused casualties. In the end, stimulated by blood and fear, they simply forgot about the weird fog and turned their attention to their comrades.A terrible fight began.

The comrades-in-arms who had fought bloody battles together and shared life and death now became lifelong enemies. Everyone seemed to be unafraid of death and pain, slashing and biting at each other, trying to tear a piece of flesh off the other's body.

Dongjia stood among the crowd, but he didn't feel that excited. Instead, he looked at the moon and smiled strangely. The moon was like an ice mirror, clearly reflecting a person's shadow.His original bunt was stretched all of a sudden, and turned into a black Taoist robe.

The red-eyed man struck down with an axe, but it seemed to be in the water, without even foam ripples, just like that, he fell to the ground when he almost couldn't stop his strength.But when he got up and took a closer look, he found that there was nothing in front of him.

Shen Zhongyu seemed to be standing in another space, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, without moving his mind, until he heard a sentence from behind: "You are very good, you can see through the illusion in the picture, and you can get my inheritance of the supreme magic way!"

Shen Zhongyu turned around and saw that it was a gray-robed old man with a sense of immortality. After hearing what he said, he turned his head and smiled, and asked, "Who are you? I don't know what kind of inheritance it is?"

"I am the Yuan Ling of the Hundred Battles Soul-Sealing Map, a secret treasure of the magic way. It is recorded in the picture that he Hua Zizai will pass on the great law, the supreme magic way inheritance."

"How about the magic way?"

"Set up a robbery on behalf of the heavens, and act as the judge of the heavens to prevent people from becoming enlightened."

"This is the inheritance of the supreme magic way?"

"Exactly. Don't resist, accept the inheritance quickly!"

Shen Zhongyu finally couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said, "How long have you been stuck here, senior? It really makes me ashamed to be so simple and honest."

What a cunning person Shen Zhongyu was, when he found out that he had fallen into an illusion at the beginning, he felt that something was wrong, and even used the magic method to kill the heart curse on himself.He used such a spell on himself, and naturally the hidden thoughts in his heart would surface from time to time even if he was confused by others, arousing vigilance.

Hearing this, the man knew that he had never been deceived from the beginning, but he seemed to have been watching with cold eyes all the time, alert in his heart, and wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to kill him.But as soon as he started, he felt that his spiritual consciousness was dissipated, and his already meager mana was even more useless.

Shen Zhongyu had been sealed by Fumo Seal for many years, although he still couldn't take Daji Letian as easily as he did, it was still possible to change it into a magic circle.With the crouching seal activated, that person could no longer struggle like a mortal body. He insisted and said: "So you already have an inheritance, and I will find someone else. What do you want?"

Shen Zhongyu heard such a dying struggle, couldn't help laughing secretly, went straight over, pointed like a sword, and tapped on his forehead, directly searching for his soul.