Just in the midst of everyone's thoughts. Outside the formation, the Xishan training ground was boiling again. Everyone saw a scene that was rare in a century.

On the void chessboard, four black, three white and seven chess pieces, after a period of trembling, suddenly flashed out one after another, and then all appeared around the remaining white piece, and suddenly shook off the jaw. Even several pavilion masters looked at each other, frowning and falling into a short period of contemplation.

"Senior Brother Nanyu, what's the situation?"

In the noise, Zhou Tai couldn't help but ask Nanyu on the side.

"I don't know the specifics. However, in terms of chess momentum, the only thing that is certain is that the eight of them are now in the same domain. Throughout my entry, I have experienced three eight-part competitions. This session is undoubtedly the biggest and most distinctive one. Perhaps, this is also a testament to their extraordinary talent! ”

Nan Yu stared at the void chessboard, shaking his head and sighing.

"According to Senior Brother, this should be a good sign. However, why are all the pavilion masters frowning? ”

Zhou Tai pointed to a few pavilion masters and asked again.

"Maybe there's something else going on."

After speaking, Nan Yu no longer paid attention to Zhou Tai and set his eyes on Bai Zi in the lower right corner. Wait and see where the situation will turn out.

At this moment, discussions like the two of them have already spread to all corners of the Xishan Training Ground. There are all kinds of speculations, which make the square boiling. In the end, it was the Tianfu Pavilion Lord who spoke, and these disciples gradually quieted down.

Inside the array, in the domain of Maharaja, on top of the purple altar.

At this time, Bruce Lee was encountering an unprecedented crisis.

In order not to let the beast egg sink with him, he struggled to tear open the tightly wrapped rags. After feeling the beast egg float upward, he began to pay attention to his situation.

All around, the thick juice has begun to seep through the pores of the skin and into the body. After the injury healed, it was followed by a chill down the spine and a creepy feeling. This couldn't help but make him shiver.

Soon, this terrifying feeling began to take a deep turn. Caught in it, Bruce Lee's consciousness seems to be wrapped up layer by layer. This feeling is like a spiritual fall into a dream, forgetting the true self for a while. Moreover, this kind of dream is endless, endless, and not without danger.

As time passed, the overwhelming distractions began to erode Bruce Lee's spiritual world. Illusions pulled him into a strange and inexplicable space. Here, heaven and earth, time and space, unpredictable; The law of the avenue is turbulent and disorderly. It makes people feel extremely strange and desolate.

In a daze, and I don't know how long it took, he suddenly came to his senses, but there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes. Looking at the four fields with scattered eyes, except for the terracotta under his feet, the entire space was filled with endless flowing clouds, chaotic and vast.

Just as he was trying to remember, in the distance, a streamer of light transformed into a killing sword and slashed at his head.

The speed of light was so fast, and in a moment of his astonishment, the killing sword pierced into the center of his eyebrows. However, this sword out of thin air did not splash blood, but with an inexplicable force, Bruce Lee's thoughts were cut into an ancient battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Countless soldiers fought with blood, even though the flesh and blood were blurred and their heads were different, they never retreated.

However, although he stood in the middle of the battlefield, he stayed out of the fight. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, soldiers, chariots, and horses could not touch their bodies.

Looking at everything around him, Bruce Lee's state has also woken up from the initial dazedness. The battlefield in front of you is very real, and the sound of shouting and killing is loud in your ears.

"Ahh

With a scream, a soldier with a broken arm covered in blood was cut off half of his head with a knife. In the end, he collapsed weakly to Bruce Lee's feet.

He subconsciously moved his foot, but it was not touched. Looking at the corpse that was close at hand, with a burst of brains and blood oozing from one eye, even he couldn't help but retch.

And this bloody scene is not even the tip of the iceberg for the entire ancient battlefield. There are countless scenes that are several times more cruel or ten times more cruel. Some soldiers had their legs cut off, watched their lower bodies being crushed into pulp by wagons, and then were killed with a spear; There are also generals whose breastplates are torn, and in desperation, their hearts are gouged out by life, and they bite it with a wild laugh. Here, the brutality of war is vividly manifested.

As the war heats up. Bruce Lee also gradually recovered from the shock. He began to pace around the battlefield. Looking at the scenes of close fighting, and the hideous and distorted faces, his mood was also extremely complicated.

Without paying attention, he passed through the body of a soldier. At that moment, a spear that was thrown from nowhere pierced the soldier's chest.

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly, and an unprecedented wave of despair and fear welled up in his heart. At the end of his life, resentment mixed with loneliness, desperately trying to find the owner of the spear, to know who had died at the hands of whom. It's a pity that he has run out of time. The remnants of the thought were swept away, and they were extinguished in this purgatory-like background. And on the battlefield, another nameless corpse was added.

"Why is my mind filled with the emotions of his dying moment?"

Bruce Lee rubbed his temples and felt his head swell a little.

At the same time, ten more Bruce Lee appeared out of thin air in several places on the battlefield. They all paced separately with independent thinking, and finally coincided with the dying soldiers. Immediately, dozens of thoughts converged into the sea of knowledge, and the feeling of brain swelling became more and more serious. Touching his forehead, he couldn't help frowning.

Then, every once in a while, dozens or hundreds of Bruce Lee will appear on the battlefield, stepping into the figure of the soldiers who are about to die in battle. Immediately afterwards, all kinds of negative feelings of these soldiers will invariably melt into the sea of knowledge.

After a long time, the head, which was originally only a little sore, gradually began to become groggy.

When the various soldiers gathered together had more than a thousand wisps of resentment. Inside the ding, his body was already covered with beads of sweat.

Soon, the accumulated resentment had reached 2,000 wisps. Looking at Bruce Lee again, his forehead was already bruised. Not only did the brain become terribly groggy, but it even began to tingle.

He's in a peculiar state right now. The feeling of the head is real, but the consciousness is always in the midst of that tragic battlefield. And when he was invaded by many resentments, he clearly felt the pain and struggle of every soldier.

This is a state of esoteric cumbersomeness. It's like a divine consciousness that is forced to divide into dozens or hundreds of remnants to explore different things separately. Finally, at the same time, the answer is stuffed back into consciousness. With such a huge amount of information in my mind in an instant, the feeling of rejection and discomfort almost hurt my soul.

The fighting on the ancient battlefield became more and more tragic, countless soldiers fell in pieces, and their lives were like mustard. At the same time, the resentment in his head was skyrocketing.

Three thousand... Five thousand... Seven thousand... At this moment, the feeling has long since changed from a dull and stinging pain to a sharp craniotomy. When the number reached an astonishing nine thousand, he only felt that his brain was about to be crushed by steel, and his eyes were split, and he was in pain.

"Rush..."

"Kill..."

Just when Bruce Lee felt that his head was about to explode, the shouting and killing of the ancient battlefield suddenly became louder. The war is finally coming to an end.

I saw corpses everywhere, and blood flowed into small rivers. The ruins and broken walls are full of broken flags and swords.

In the final charge, generals and commanders could not sit on the sidelines. It's all bloody fighting, and blood is splashed in the sky.

Soon after, as the iron armor fell like wheat, the resentment that flowed into Bruce Lee's sea of knowledge was about to break through the 10,000 mark. At this moment, his head was already on the verge of exploding.

Seeing that the last commander of the battle is about to die. In the ancient battlefield, another group of Bruce Lee figures appeared and stepped over separately.

These generals have been in command of the horses for a lifetime, and I don't know when they started, they have forgotten the original purpose of the battle. In the long river of memories of rebellion, they began to look back at the footsteps of the journey. But in the same way, their lives are nearing the end. The last thoughts turned into even stronger resentments, cursing the troubled times for being unkind and unfair.

Feeling the resentment that struck again, strong to the extreme, Bruce Lee couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart. The invasion of ten thousand grievances is tantamount to burning oneself in the red dust industry. Not only will it break the soul, but it will also assimilate its own evil thoughts, infinitely magnifying them, like adding fuel to the fire and accelerating their demise.

"Is it over?"

He muttered to himself. I don't know if I'm asking about this war, or if I'm asking about my own life.

At this moment, there was a bomb in his skull, as if it had begun to explode. Countless voices roared in my head, one after another, lingering, as if there would never be a day of peace. At this moment, even with the strength of his body, he could no longer withstand this impact. Death is about to eat away at his soul.

At this moment, a silver light flashed, and the Soul Suppression Monument revived on its own. Layers of silver halos shrouded the sea of knowledge. The next moment, the original restless resentment instantly quieted down a lot. It's just that the resentment of these tens of thousands of living beings is too complicated, and some of them are still boiling in Lune after all.

These boiling resentments, tumbling and roaring, seem to want to hook up the negative things that lurk in Bruce Lee's body.

Thankfully, this part of the resentment quickly calmed down as well. Perhaps because of his rebirth, Bruce Lee's body is full of vitality, and there is no haze and twilight.

There is something in between. Although the ten thousand grievances are complex and terrifying, under the suppression of the Soul Suppression Monument, they have finally become rootless duckweed, and it is difficult for them to take root and spread in his body.

In the end, the power of soul suppression turned into a silver furnace, enveloping Bruce Lee's divine sense. And the karmic fire of resentment that ten thousand grievances turned into was burning outside the ding, still trying to burn its sea of knowledge.

With the help of the Soul Suppression Monument, the feeling of tearing eyes and shattering souls was finally alleviated.

Just when Bruce Lee breathed a sigh of relief. Under the Soul Suppression Monument, the fire of resentment that had been fruitless in refining divine consciousness suddenly turned in momentum and swept directly towards Bruce Lee's body.

"Not good!"

Feeling the resentment and turning away, Bruce Lee instantly thought of the spiritual power that maintained the frequency in his internal organs. If this fire of resentment is allowed to burn and destroy, the balance of the viscera that he has desperately built up will be disrupted, and he will be reduced to a waste at least and killed immediately.

"Damn the grudge, I'm fighting with you."

With a curse, his divine consciousness turned into a human phantom, and suddenly burst out of the furnace to chase after the resentment.

If this scene was seen by the Great Elder, he would definitely be very pleased. Because, the transformation of divine consciousness, even if it is just an illusion, even if he is a genius, he can only achieve it when he has almost cultivated to the peak of the spirit battle level. But now, Bruce Lee has reached this height under this heavy pressure. It's appalling.

No further ado. The resentment flowed quickly, and it seemed to be very targeted, and it was close to the viscera in a short time.

Approaching the resonance of the viscera, a gray-brown grimace suddenly appeared in the resentment. Above, countless souls roared. The next moment, the resentment was raging, the grimace was hideous, and he ruthlessly bit away at several of the spiritual powers.

The grimace in the resentment was full of coldness, and although it seemed to be burning, it was cold and piercing. If this bite is bitten, I am afraid that the balance of the viscera will be broken in an instant, which will cause irreversible trauma to Bruce Lee.

Seeing that the viscera was about to be engulfed, he saw a vague phantom coming up, enveloping the viscera in danger and danger. It was Bruce Lee's divine consciousness that came. Walk through your body, it's as fast as a streamer.

At the same time, the resentment finally engulfed the place completely. The cold fire burned, and Wan Nian tore and bitten. Bruce Lee's divine consciousness can only be supported by painstaking efforts and turned into a barrier to protect his internal organs from being disturbed.

At this point, within its body, a tug-of-war began. Ten thousand thoughts burned his body, and every resentment sprung up, all of which was consuming his will. On the contrary, every time he carried a handful of resentment, Zhihai would squeeze into a wisp of chaotic thoughts. When it is reflected on the human phantom that he has transformed into the sea, it is like a tattoo line, constantly being branded and depicted. After a while, a vague outline was formed. It looks like a head.