Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Drunk madman! That's enough! What nonsense are you talking about? You entered the Tianqing battlefield from the Shangxian realm at the beginning, so how did you know that it is the most suitable place to enter the Golden Immortal realm? It's all nonsense!"

Ye Wumian roared a little out of control, not being used to the alcoholic lunatic at all.

"It is precisely because I entered it from the realm of immortals that I realized that if I had entered it when I was a golden immortal, the original tragedy would not have happened."

The drunk maniac was also a little excited. He changed his previous lazy attitude and competed with Ye Wumian.

Zhang Yi saw the two people arguing fiercely and time was passing quickly. He couldn't help but stand between the two people and interrupted their quarrel. "Calm down. Anyway, I have to enter the Tianqing battlefield today, and this is not the case." It’s not against the rules, so I hope the dean won’t interfere.”

"Since my master believes in me and I believe in myself, what other reasons do you have to object?"

"We monks should face difficulties and do them knowing that they cannot be done. This is a great talent. If we do something that everyone can do, what is the point?"

Zhang Yi said righteously.

As soon as these words came out, both Ye Wumian and Jiu Kuai became quiet. They both looked at Zhang Yi with strange expressions. Jiu Kuai even gave Zhang Yi a thumbs up, while Ye Wumian sighed and shook his head helplessly. , he knew that he couldn't stop Zhang Yi today.

"That's all, if you want to die, go ahead."

Ye Wumian said weakly.

"It's just that I hope you won't regret it. If Zhang Yi has any shortcomings, please remember that you personally pushed him to this point."

Ye Wumian gave the drunkard a final piece of advice, then waved his sleeves and angrily led the eight elders to the back hall of the Elder Hall.

Zhang Yi and Jiu Maniac followed closely behind. This was also the first time Zhang Yi came to the back hall of the Elder Hall. Everything was antique, with a hint of dignity and majesty in it. In the center of the back hall hung a magical painting. There is no scenery in that painting, only densely packed figures, which seem to suck people into it just by looking at it.

"Master, what is the origin of this painting?"

Zhang Yi quickly withdrew his eyes and looked curiously at the drunkard beside him and asked.

"This painting is the Tianqing battlefield."

The drunk maniac's eyes were deep and his face was filled with memories.

"This painting is the Tianqing battlefield? There are so many Tianqing ghosts sealed in this painting?"

This was something Zhang Yi never expected. He originally thought that the Tianqing battlefield was an exact location, but he didn't expect it to be sealed in a painting.

"Don't underestimate this painting. According to legend, this was left by the first dean. Otherwise, how would he be able to seal away those evil spirits?"

Mentioning the first generation dean, even a bohemian like a drunkard was full of reverence.

"Dean, would you like to think about it?"

Gu Tianxing looked at Ye Wumian with some hesitation and suggested.

Ye Wumian sighed and said helplessly: "What else are you considering? Is this something we can consider? If he wants to go in, let him in."

"You better come out alive!"

Ye Wumian glared at Zhang Yi and scolded him angrily.

There is nothing to worry about every day. Zhang Yi has not had a day of leisure since he came to Tianqing Holy Courtyard.

"Open the Tianqing battlefield!"

Following Ye Wumian's order, he and the eight elders formed seals with their hands, and streams of light shot out from their hands and fell on the painting. It felt like the people in the painting came to life and were actually walking around in it. It was standing there, and there was also a ferocious aura emanating from it. Countless ferocious auras were actually condensed into a blood-colored hole, exuding an unparalleled attraction.

"Now, remember...you will still have a battle with Ma Jinwu in ten days!"

Seeing that Zhang Yi hadn't reacted yet, the drunk maniac immediately pushed him and whispered in his ear.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt a sense of weightlessness, accompanied by a sense of dizziness in space. When he came back to his senses again, his eyes were pitch black, without even a trace of immortality, as if he was exiled in the endless world. In the dark.

"The power of double eyes!"

Zhang Yi gathered his energy and immediately used the power of double pupils. A pair of huge blood-colored double pupils suddenly appeared in the void. In the blink of an eye, there was endless darkness, making it impossible to spy on the Tianqing battlefield.

"You can't even see through the power of double eyes? It is indeed the painting left by that person."

Zhang Yi closed his blood-colored eyes, but his mind was extremely heavy. Even the blood-colored eyes could not peek into his eyes, and his consciousness was even more incomprehensible. Now he had lost all his senses, and he felt an unprecedented sense of panic. swept across.

"Crash!"

At this moment, Zhang Yi felt a faint majesty coming from beside him. Although the movement was very small, it still couldn't escape his ears. "No, it's just shielding my eyes. My sense of hearing and touch are still there!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt a bone-chilling chill all over his body, which made him immediately take out the Immortal Killing Sword and the Divine Staff of Creation, ready to take action at any time.

"Roar!"

A series of chaotic and violent roars came, and the darkness in front of the eyes was suddenly swept away. Looking around, there was scarlet in front of the eyes. Only transparent blood-colored ghosts were floating in the void, and they exuded endless rage. Intention, and the cultivation level of each one has reached the late stage of Golden Immortal.

"so much?"

Zhang Yi blinked and was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. The number of Qingli ghosts in the sky was really shocking.

"Early stage of the Golden Immortal? Someone in the early stage of the Golden Immortal came here? Are the people of Tianqing Holy Academy crazy?"

"Why bother? This must be a gift for us. If we eat this kid, maybe we can leave this hellhole."

"Hiss, I have smelled the fresh power in his blood."

The evil ghosts were all excited when they saw Zhang Yi, and their bloodshot eyes were more like hungry wolves seeing their prey.

"There is still intelligence?"

Zhang Yi was shocked again. This place was far beyond his imagination and more complicated than he imagined.

Before Zhang Yi could react, the Tianqing evil ghosts closest to him began to form seals with their hands and attack him. They still used the immortal method of Tianqing Holy Academy, but the power seemed to be much stronger than before.

"There are too many now, let's kill a batch first."

Zhang Yi looked at the dense Tianqing evil ghosts in front of him, but he didn't dare to be careless. He immediately swung the Immortal Killing Sword with his right hand to slash out a shocking sword, and swung the Creation Divine Stick with his left hand to sweep all directions.

"Boom boom boom!"

A sword beam and a stick blade illuminated the entire Tianqing battlefield, and the dozens of evil spirits closest to Zhang Yi instantly disappeared.