(Maopu Chinese) The loud voice of Zhang Yang, along with the echo of the fading away, gradually dissipated, and the pagoda returned to its previous calm, as if nothing had happened.

Quiet, like a flood beast, and like a flood that bursts the embankment, directly submerging Zhang Yang in it.

was originally full of confidence, but his heart was also a little bottomless.

He didn't know if he could succeed in the level, because he found that the blind grandfather in front of him seemed to be a little different from before.

Just when Zhang Yang was nervous, many dense cracks appeared on the surface of the stone in front of him, and these cracks became more and more obvious, until finally, with a loud noise, the stone was torn apart and flew around like a meteor like raindrops.

Behind the stones, another zigzag, cobblestone road appeared.

When Zhang Yang was still stunned, the blind grandfather beside him, who didn't say a word, turned into a beam of light and disappeared without a trace.

Come without a trace, go without a trace, that's it!

Looking at the winding path with no end in sight, Zhang Yang knew in his heart that he had passed the first hurdle.

In the face of the unknown ahead, Zhang Yang did not linger, let alone melancholy, and unswervingly raised his feet to move forward, and there was even a trace of expectation on his face.

Because he knew that he had made the right bet, these three levels were difficult for others to come, but in Zhang Yang's view, they were very simple and simple to come by.

Facing the biting cold wind, Zhang Yang came to a narrow clearing, and with the help of the faint light, he could vaguely see a tree not far away.

After seeing this, Zhang Yang smiled, and he smiled so confidently, because he knew that the second level was coming!

Da ...... Da ......

Around Jingyi, a rhythmic sound sounded, like something hitting the ground, from far to near, and getting closer and closer......

When Zhang Yang heard the prestige, he saw the lame grandfather, who was relying on crutches and coming slowly.

"Cripple grandpa, you're here too!"

The cripple's cold gaze did not change because he saw Zhang Yang, and the cold air was pressing, giving people an incomparably strong pressure.

The cripple man who came to Zhang Yang had two more pieces of iron in his hand, and the shaking iron sheets collided together in the air, making a crisp clanging sound.

I saw that the lame man threw it casually, and the two heavy iron sheets were tied to Zhang Yang's legs.

Zhang Yang raised his feet and felt it, and the weight was exactly the same as during the previous special training.

Just when Zhang Yang felt that all this was familiar, the lame grandfather had already walked in the direction of the tree.

Although there was no language, Zhang Yang knew that the race had begun.

In order to pass the second level, Zhang Yang did not leave any spare strength, went all out, and surpassed the lame grandfather in three steps, and when he ran under the tree, the lame grandfather had long since disappeared.

The iron sheet tied to Zhang Yang's feet disappeared, and the tree blocking the way was moved aside.

The second level has also passed.

Zhang Yang is like a master who is familiar with the road, and he is comfortable in the face of such challenges.

Zhang Yang, who hadn't gone far, suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder from behind.

Zhang Yang, who turned his head, found that Xie Ye, who had no arms, didn't know when he was following behind him.

Excitement is excitement, but Zhang Yang also found a problem, didn't Xie Ye have no arms? What did he use to pat his shoulder just now?

Zhang Yang firmly believed that his feelings would not go wrong, and he clearly felt that a hand fell on his shoulder.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang knew Xie Ye, if it was someone else, it is estimated that he would have fainted in fright.

Zhang Yang, who was in a good mood, looked at Xie Ye in front of him intently, and without waiting for him to make any reaction, Zhang Yang made the first move, his hand speed was like lightning, and he directly grabbed his snow-white goatee, and pulled it hard, and all the goatees were dragged down by Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang tilted his head, looked at Xie Ye proudly, and shook his snow-white beard rhythmically, as if he was showing off.

Xie Ye, whose beard was plucked out, had no expression, no light in his eyes, no sorrow or joy, and his whole body disappeared without a trace.

With the disappearance of Xie Ye, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and his previous worries were replaced by strong expectations.

According to Lin Wan'er's law, as long as you pass the three levels, you can enter the mysterious underground palace.

Then the current self, can't he go to the underground palace?

Just when Zhang Yang was thinking about the fantasy of being wild and unrestrained, the road that was originally hidden by the darkness suddenly became brighter, and this road was full of moonstones.

The starry light, like the starry Milky Way, walking on it is like walking on the Avenue of Stars.

Same path, but with a very different feeling to walk on it.

Is this the special treatment that the victors enjoy?

Walking along the bright and starry road, your heart is full of joy and anticipation.

The road is long, long, and it seems endless.

Zhang Yang walked patiently until the end of the road.

At the end of the road, there is a shaft, but this well is not used to carry water.

Could it be that this is the entrance to Lin Wan'er's mysterious dungeon?

But at this moment, Zhang Yang's eyes were attracted by an inconspicuous stone tablet next to the shaft, which was engraved with words, but it was very old, and the vigorous and powerful handwriting became a little blurred.

Zhang Yang, who walked in front of the stone stele, squeezed his eyebrows and made eyes, and it took a lot of effort to recognize these four words.

"Shura Battlefield!"

Zhang Yang muttered, although his voice was quite calm, but his face was full of surprise.

This is not the passage of the mysterious dungeon, but the entrance to the battlefield of Shura.

As a scholar from the human world, he also has his own understanding and knowledge of the Shura battlefield.

Shura comes from the Buddhist language, and has advocated fighting all his life, and as for the Shura battlefield, it is their death pit!

For them, either they don't fight, or they have to fight to the death!

The battlefield of Shura, stained with blood and piled with corpses, is in stark contrast to the compassionate Buddhism.

Zhang Yang knew very well in his heart that there were no weak people on the Shura battlefield, if he entered the pagoda and bravely entered the three levels, Zhang Yang was completely sure, then in the face of the Shura battlefield in front of him, Zhang Yang's heart was constantly beating drums, full of uneasiness.

Zhang Yang, who hesitated, didn't know if he could get out of the Shura battlefield alive, and even if he could, he didn't know how long it would take.

And when you come out of the Shura battlefield, you are destined to crawl out of the pile of dead......

"Bunny, we meet again, welcome to the Shura battlefield. ”

When Zhang Yang hesitated, a deep voice seemed to come from above the nine, making Zhang Yang feel a shock from the depths of his heart.

Zhang Yang is very familiar with this voice, it is the voice of the old man.

Zhang Yang turned his body and searched left and right, but he didn't find the old man's figure.

"Senior, the special training in the previous half a month was actually prepared for today?" Zhang Yang took a deep breath and asked everything he wanted to ask.

"There is a relationship, but there is no necessary connection, of course, whether you want to enter the Shura battlefield or not is your own business, you can enter if you want to enter, if you don't want to enter, you can also leave the pagoda immediately. ”

The old man pondered for a moment, and then said: "The Shura battlefield is a place full of bloody wind and blood, and those who can enter are real warriors, but those who can come out are real warriors. ”

"Although it is full of all kinds of dangers, and even every encounter is a choice between life and death, as long as you can withstand the experience of the Shura battlefield and come out alive, then your strength will not be to be reckoned with. ”

"To enter or not to enter, you choose slowly, but you have to remember what kind of height you want to reach, experience is very important, why are there always so many ordinary people? Because the experience of ordinary people is always so similar. ”

The old man's words were not loud, but for Zhang Yang, the impact on his soul was so powerful.

He decided to come to the divine realm, and he was destined to live an extraordinary life.

Even if the Shura battlefield is full of dangers, even if Zhang Yang's life is lost, he has to go in, because he is not willing to miss any opportunity to grow.

Life is a process of grinding, shrinking one's head and shrinking one's head, and being afraid of one's head and tail, is destined to be abandoned by the times.

What he wants to do is to be the trendsetter of the times!

"Senior, I've decided, go to the Shura battlefield and break through!"

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