On the other side, the soldiers of the Red Armor Army seemed to have cooperated with the blood mist many times, and when they saw that the blood mist was shrouded in a battle array, they no longer cared about the Xuanjia Army soldiers in the array, but withdrew and left to support other battle formations.

After a while, the sergeant of the Xuanjia Army in the blood mist stood up again, covered with bloodstains, his eyes were red, and he was staring at the black dragon floating in the sky, somewhat weakened.

These bloodstained Xuanjia sergeants raised their spears again one after another in the strangely pronounced command of an officer.

Then, with a roar, he threw a spear of a length of a few feet, like a javelin, towards the black dragon in the sky.

After doing all this, these Xuanjia Army sergeants fell to the ground again, and there was no sound again.

And the weak black dragon in the sky was stiffened into a hedgehog by hundreds of javelins, and fell to the ground with a hissing and heavy clamour.

The black dragon struggled, but could no longer get up.

Gradually, the blue-brown blood beneath his body gathered into a small stream and seeped into the grass.

The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow.

Not far away, there were a few unaffected Xuanjia Army formations left, and they erupted into bursts of anger again.

"How can you say that you have no clothes?"

"Fellow with the Son!"

"How can you say that you have no clothes?"

"Tongze with the son!"

"How can you say that you have no clothes?"

"Dressed with the Son!"

The final resistance caused a lot of casualties to the soldiers of the Red Armor Army.

But there is still no way to change the result, the Xuanjia Army was completely wiped out, and none of them survived.

Zhao Xuan looked at all this dumbfounded, and really didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Are you a bystander, or are you really involved in the battle?

Where the hell is all this? Why are you in such a fantasy world?

A tragic battlefield, a mighty black dragon, or a self with boundless mana?

Is it the brave man who slays the dragon, or the villain who is evil?

Zhao Xuan stood on the top of the hillside in a daze, looking at the empty grassland, his thoughts disorganized.

When Zhao Xuan was in a daze, the soldiers of the Red Armor Army were silently cleaning the battlefield.

Two huge earth pits in which the corpses of the enemy were buried.

More than a dozen huge wooden frames were erected, the bodies of comrades-in-arms were gathered together, placed on wooden frames, and the wooden frames were set on fire one by one.

"Go to war, don't return ......"

"The body is gone, but it still does not give ......"

"Though Man Die, God Will Not Destroy ......"

"Even if you are a ghost, you are also called a ......"

The surging war song was sung again, not as indomitable as just now, but even more sad and vicissitudes.

I don't know when, a few unarmored people came to the battlefield, commanded the soldiers of the Red Armor Army, collected the black dragon's blue-brown blood, and then used a knife to cut off a piece of the skin on the back of the black dragon's head and put it on the fire to bake.

Under the scorching flames, the dragon skin gradually changed from gray and black to white, and several people skillfully cut the white dragon skin into a rectangle, and took out a brush, stained it with dragon blood, and wrote and painted on the dragon skin.

The soldiers of the Red Armor Army, after collecting the ashes of their comrades, no longer paid attention to the corpse of the black dragon, lined up in a not-so-neat queue, and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

Before leaving, everyone faced the direction of the mountain where Zhao Xuan was located, and bent down to salute with great dignity, but no one stepped forward to talk to Zhao Xuan.

A few undressed people were the last to go, and after they had finished painting the dragon skin, they carefully sealed it, put it on a scroll, rolled it up, and tied it with a belt.

Then, one of the people who looked the oldest walked in the direction where Zhao Xuan was, and at a position dozens of meters away from Zhao Xuan, he raised the painting above his head with both hands, knelt on his knees, made a big salute, put the painting scroll on the ground, and then retreated.

Zhao Xuan sat on the top of the hillside, his hands on the ground, and quietly watched them finish all this.

It's not that he doesn't want to ask, it's just that he finds that once he opens his mouth, what he makes is not a sound, but a cloud of blood mist.

After all the sergeants of the Red Armor Army bypassed the hillside in front of them and disappeared from sight, Zhao Xuan stood up and walked down the hill to bring the scroll in front of him.

Zhao Xuan picked up the scroll, untied the rope casually, and unfolded the scroll.

On the painting, it is a lifelike black dragon.

Or, a "dragon" word.

It is exactly the same as the pair of words that Zhao Xuan saw before he entered the illusion.

Zhao Xuan was stunned, looked again, and found that the light was a little dim, and he couldn't see the painting clearly.

When he came back to his senses, Zhao Xuan found that he was standing in the secret room in the tunnel with the painting in both hands, and the flashlight fell to the ground.

Zhao Xuan bent down, picked up the flashlight, and re-shone the light on the calligraphy and painting.

The black dragon is still smart and real, but Zhao Xuan always feels that the black dragon does not have the previous domineering, but has a trace of fear?

Having just experienced a battle that was enough to be chaotic, Zhao Xuan was in a heavy mood now, and he didn't care too much about the situation of calligraphy and painting, so he hurriedly rolled up the painting, tied the strap, clamped it under his armpit, and turned around and went out of the tunnel again.

When he returned to the entrance of the cave, he saw Zhang Yuan holding a flashlight and looking down.

Zhao Xuan handed the scroll to Zhang Yuan, raised his hand and put the flashlight in his hand on the stone slab at the edge of the hole, jumped up slightly, supported the stone slab with both hands, turned over and returned to the room of the stage.

Zhang Yuan put the scroll aside, stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Xuan up, and asked, "It's done?" So fast? ”

Zhao Xuan didn't pay attention to the time, just nodded with a wry smile, pointed to the scroll on the ground, and said, "Go back and say." ”

The two of them set the scroll aside, re-covered the slate, filled the hole with dirt, stepped on the dirt, and re-laid the bricks.

After finishing his work, he walked around the room to make sure that there were no obvious traces, so he picked up the scroll on the ground, turned off the flashlight, and returned to Old Man Lu's new house.

The two of them washed their shoes and shovels in the yard before entering the house.

"You've been in and out for less than two minutes, and I'm going to see what you find." Zhang Yuan wiped his hands on his clothes, and reached out to unpack the scroll.

"It's better not to." Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Yuan's movements, took the scroll back from Zhang Yuan's hand, and put it back on the table.

"Oh? And what amazing thing happened? Zhang Yuan was obviously more curious about this, ran to the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer, handed one to Zhao Xuan, and sat next to Zhao Xuan and said, "Master help you solve your doubts!" ”

Zhao Xuan reached out and took the beer, opened the can, and took a few sips, and then slowly told Zhang Yuan about the illusion just now.

Although Zhao Xuan's eloquence could not describe the illusion just now so vividly, just a simple description was enough to make Zhang Yuan stunned.

"This thing ......" Zhang Yuan took a sip of beer, pointed to the scroll on the table, and asked tremblingly, "Dragon...... Dragon's skin for paper, dragon's blood for painting? ”

"I don't know." Zhao Xuan shook his head and said, "That's the case in the illusion. ”

Zhang Yuan was shocked by the calligraphy and painting of dragon blood, and frowned again, thinking about the illusion.

"I've never heard of any illusion so real."

Zhang Yuan looked at Zhao Xuan with wide eyes and asked, "This can't be your real experience, right?" ”

Zhao Xuan almost didn't take a sip of beer on Zhang Yuan.

Zhao Xuan stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose and scolded: "Do you think I look like I have lived for thousands of years? Yes? If I had lived for thousands of years, I would still be like this? ”

"According to your description, these people use iron weapons and armored warriors, at most 2,500 years ago, there can be no more." Zhang Yuan analyzed seriously.

"Is that the point?" Zhao Xuan glared at Zhang Yuan.

"Didn't the master help you analyze?" Zhang Yuan glared back without hesitation.

"Believe in your wickedness! Who was there before I went down and said it wouldn't be affected? ”

Zhang Yuan lifted the beer and said with a hippie smile: "Drink and drink, suppress the shock." ”

Zhao Xuan really couldn't hit this thick-skinned guy with a quick face in words. I had to pour two sips of beer sullenly.

"Sleep, sleep." Zhang Yuan continued to argue with Zhao Xuan, raised his head and drank all the beer, burped, and swayed upstairs.

Zhao Xuan sat on the sofa, sipped a beer, and hummed a war song heard from the illusion in a low voice: "Even if you are a ghost, you are also called a hero......"

Just leaned back on the couch and fell asleep quietly.

This sleep is extraordinarily sweet.

Early the next morning, Zhao Xuan woke up, swept away the haze brought by yesterday's bloody battle in the illusion, ran to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, and immediately felt refreshed.

When I returned downstairs, I found that Lu Chao had already entered the door and was sitting on the sofa, pulling the scroll up and down with both hands, quietly admiring the calligraphy and painting that I got back last night.

Zhao Xuan was taken aback, carefully glanced at Lu Chao, and didn't find anything wrong, so he relaxed a little and greeted: "Lu Chao, so early?" ”

"Ah, Brother Zhao." Lu Chao didn't notice that Zhao Xuan came down from upstairs, and it wasn't until Zhao Xuan greeted him that he hurriedly put down the calligraphy and painting in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but open it when I saw you put it here." Lu Chao pointed to the calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Xuan saw that Lu Chao didn't have any special performance, so he completely relieved himself and waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

"That." Lu Chao saw that Zhao Xuan didn't say anything else, so he had to prompt: "Brother Zhang called me to come this morning, are we going to ...... What's that? ”

"Which what?" Zhao Xuan didn't react at once.

"It's just ......" Lu Chao didn't know how to describe it, and said with his hands dancing: "Solve the unclean things in this house?" ”

Zhao Xuan smiled secretly, this Lu Chao really regarded Zhang Yuan as a Taoist priest who hunted ghosts.

"Zhang Yuan is in charge of this matter, I have to ask him, you sit down for a while, and I will call him." Zhao Xuan didn't dare to agree at will.

This kind of deception...... No, the work of eliminating the impact still has to be handed over to Zhang Yuan.

Zhao Xuan motioned for Lu Chao to sit for a while, and then went upstairs again to call Zhang Yuan. Don't forget to bring the scroll on the table.

When I went upstairs, I heard Zhang Yuan's snoring.

Zhao Xuan pushed the door in, didn't shout, walked forward directly, lifted Zhang Yuan's quilt, picked up the pillow next to him, and knocked Zhang Yuan a few times.

Only then did he speak: "Get up, Lu Chao has arrived." ”

"Lu Chao? It's not easy for Lu Bu to come. Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the quilt a few times, but he didn't catch it, so he simply gave up the act of covering the quilt, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Hurry up." Zhao Xuan smashed it a few more times, and said in an anxious tone: "Lu Chao opened the scroll. ”

"What the hell scroll." Zhang Yuan muttered, sat up suddenly, and stared straight at Zhao Xuan: "I'll wipe it, that scroll yesterday?" ”