Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

As soon as he finished speaking, a hole appeared in the clouds above their heads, and a river flowed out of it, surrounding them like a silk ribbon, with various fish swimming in it.

To others, the river flowing over their heads is a very dreamy scene, but what if... the fish in the river walk upright?

As the river flows, the fish fall from the water to below the surface. They stand in an upright posture, with their tail fins as feet, their fins on both sides as hands, and their heads slightly folded forward. Their overall shape is like a person walking upright, dancing in the air.

The gorgeous fireworks solidified into huge pendants around me, the river swirled above my head, and around me were schools of fish that walked upright and could move freely even out of water.

Coupled with the golden carriage floating in the air under the feet of the Eternal Night Playwright, everything around seems so absurd, making people wonder if they have already been poisoned by some unknown poison, and everything in front of them is the hallucinogenic effect of the toxins in the body.

"You really like to play tricks."

Apart from the strange postures of those fish that made people feel uncomfortable, this level of strange vision would not scare Shi Tiancang. The surrounding scenes were just a little unreasonable and had not caused any harm to him. However, out of caution, he did not directly attack the illusion.

It was still unknown how much truth there was beneath the layers of illusions created by the Eternal Night Playwright. No matter how angry Shi Tiancang was, he still had some rationality in his heart.

In terms of martial arts, the Eternal Night Playwright certainly cannot beat him, but the other party's superb illusion technique is a blind spot that Shi Tiancang cannot attack.

"Those who want to fight against God cannot see through illusion and reality. If you really go before the God of Death, I'm afraid you will only add to his fun."

There was a "click-click" sound, and two puppets controlled by thin strings fell down. The ropes were controlled by human-like fish above. Upon closer inspection, the shapes of the two puppets were clearly referring to Mahanie and Shi Tiancang, and their limbs controlled by the thin strings moved in a very distorted manner.

After these two strange puppets, the images of two little monks appeared. The four puppets held four knives of the same shape in their hands, which were miniature versions of the sword that could destroy Shixue Guhuang in Shi Tiancang's hand.

When he saw the two little monk-shaped marionettes, Shi Tiancang could not help but frown. If he was not mistaken, those were clearly the clothes he and Mahanie wore when they were just two young monks in the Western Buddhist world a long time ago. How could this guy know about such a long time ago?

"Come on, let's dance."

The Eternal Night Playwright pointed the cane in the direction of Shi Tiancang, and the four puppets raised their knives and slashed at Shi Tiancang together. Even though they were just toy-like replicas, the blades of the four knives were very sharp, reflecting a sharp cold light when they were swung.

Shi Tiancang cut the thin strings connecting the puppets' limbs with a knife, and these strange little people suddenly lost their support and fell down. Before they touched the ground, they dissipated into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Then very quickly, accompanied by the familiar "click-click" sound, new puppets holding knives reappeared. No matter whether it was the puppets or the strange fish controlling the thin lines above, they seemed tireless. No matter how many Shi Tiancang killed, as many of them reappeared.

I don’t know when it started, but the Eternal Night Playwright also disappeared, leaving only his melodious voice around.

"Let's see if the great Hanba from the Morro Blood Realm can see through the magic show of the Eternal Night Playwright."

"…annoying stuff."

Shi Tiancang was upset by the mess of puppets around him. He raised his other hand, condensed the demonic energy in one place, and then exploded it directly. The powerful energy swept around, smashing all the surrounding puppets and strange fish.

“A truly brutal solution.”

The figure of the Eternal Night Playwright appears behind the fireworks. This picture is theoretically not true, because fireworks are no longer complete entities when they are blooming in the sky, and few people can actually touch the fireworks in the sky.

But the surrounding fireworks were fixed at the time of blooming by special means, like huge solid ornaments hanging in the sky. The Eternal Night Playwright appeared behind the fireworks, looking very much like an ordinary person standing behind a screen.

"However, these small items are just appetizers."

Before the enemy could say anything, the Eternal Night Playwright tapped his fingers lightly on the fireworks condensing in front of him, and instantly all the fireworks began to glow, followed by heat.

"Bang! Boom!"

The fireworks around, which were thought to be illusions, all exploded. Colorful smoke, streamers shot everywhere, burning flames, a strong smell of gunpowder, and explosions one after another enveloped everyone's heads.

This time, not only the Eternal Night Playwright, but even Shi Tiancang was nowhere to be seen.

In fact, even if there hadn't been this explosion, the people below wouldn't have been able to understand the contest between the two. The Eternal Night Playwright had fireworks, fish, and puppets in the sky, with some meaningless stepping on the lights in between. It was really too fancy, and the actual situation couldn't be seen clearly at all.

Now, except for Tianji, everyone else is wondering where the Eternal Night Playwright came from. It is true that the one who can pull off such a scene is Xiantian, but they have never seen a Xiantian who fights so fancy.

Rather than saying it was a battle, it was more like the Eternal Night Playwright was unilaterally playing tricks on Shi Tiancang, because if you look closely, the Eternal Night Playwright's figure was always flashing back and forth. This person might also be an illusion and might not actually be there at all.

“It’s pretty cool.”

Different from others' deep contemplation, Tianji really treated this scene in heaven as a performance. Leaving aside other things, the visual enjoyment was absolutely praised.

Although he didn't understand what the Eternal Night Playwright was going to do, especially this guy's high-profile appearance and the way he pulled all the hatred onto himself, Tianji felt very nervous, fearing that the other party was going to steal the job from the villain again.

"How was the performance of the Dazzler?"

"It's pretty good, but the color of this smoke...why does it look so familiar?"

Tianji looked carefully at the colorful smoke in the sky. Why did this color combination look so familiar?

"Because the Dazzler mixed some special ingredients into the fireworks in order to make the colors more dazzling."

Of course he would feel familiar with it, because the raw material for these colors is the miniature flare that the Eternal Night Playwright had taken from Chu Liuxiang before. These colors were all matched by Tianji himself, but they were just output in a different form by others.

"Special ingredients, not bad, very talented... Wait, where does the sound come from?"

After chatting for a long time, Tianji finally realized that it was the Eternal Night Playwright who was talking to him. They were so familiar with each other that Tianji didn't realize there was anything wrong with the conversation.

Now he realized something was wrong. He turned his head left and right to look back and forth, but he could not see the figure of the Eternal Night Playwright at all. Jing Canglang, who was closest to him, was still several steps away.

The Playwright of Eternal Night did not conceal his voice. As soon as he spoke, the people around him noticed it, but like Tianji, they did not see the figure of the Playwright of Eternal Night.

The only thing that could be accurately judged was that the voice of the Eternal Night Playwright did come from Tianji's side. This person was definitely near Tianji, but everyone really couldn't find him.

Could it be that this illusion is not only aimed at Shi Tiancang, but they have also been deceived by the opponent's illusion?

Jing Canglang originally wanted to lower his head to think for a while, but after lowering his head, he found that he didn't need to think anymore.

"Heavenly traces."

"what happened?"

"Lower your head."

"Bow? Bow...Wow!!! (?д?)"

After seeing clearly what was at his feet, Tianji jumped back three feet away and almost hit Jing Canglan next to him.

At his feet, there was a red fish standing there. Just like the fish in the sky before, its tail fin was its foot and its side fins were its hands. It did not need water and walked in a completely human-like posture, standing there twistedly, looking extremely weird.

The fish was not big, and looked to be only as long as an adult's forearm. When standing on the ground, it could not reach half of everyone's legs. Everyone was wearing rather gorgeous and exquisite clothes, especially the flying shoulder decoration on Tianji's shoulder. Everyone focused on the upper body and ignored the fish.

When Tianji was reminded to lower his head, the red fish was approaching him step by step. A live fish that stood up and walked towards him step by step with its tail fin! It really caught him off guard and was startled!

Jing Canglang's reaction was quite calm. When he first arrived, he saw the Ling fish, which looked like a mental pollution. Compared with those abstract things with human faces, hands and feet spliced ​​on the fish, this species, which only walked like a human and looked no different from an ordinary fish, was much cuter.

Originally, when Tianji jumped to the side, Jing Canglang had already left space for him. However, when Tianji saw that he was so calm, he reached out and pulled the man in front of him and pushed him forward.

"Go ahead, Confucian, it's decided that it's you!"

"...?"

Jing Canglang's doubts were almost materialized. What did it mean to decide that it was him? In this short period of time, what decision did Tianji make?

"You are all fish, so it's easier to communicate with you."

Yidengchan kept calling Jing Canglang a big fish. Since they were all fish, they must have a common language. Tianji hoped that Jing Canglang could ask the fish why it didn't fly in the sky but ran to his feet to scare him.

"…I am from the Qingbo tribe, not a mermaid."

He was almost tired of saying this. There was a difference between the Qingbo clan and real fish. If possible, Jing Canglang still hoped to be a human being.

"Since it's a fireworks display, the colors should be dazzling, right?"

The voice of the Eternal Night Playwright came from the mouth of the fish on the ground, followed by a flash of light, and the Eternal Night Playwright wearing an exaggerated mask appeared where the red fish originally stood.

Tianji looked at Diming, who appeared in an unusual way, with a strange expression. So, from just now, this guy has been talking to him in the image of a weird fish? Standing at his feet, this guy did it on purpose? !

“It’s good to devote yourself to art, but you don’t have to do this.”

The magician is so dedicated that he could talk so calmly using such a weird look. But he should not be so dedicated next time, as it would be bad for the audience.

"Thank you for your help, but I don't know..."

Although it seems that the Eternal Night Playwright is on their side now, this person's origins are unknown and his methods are somewhat beyond common sense, so it is better to be careful.

But before the people on the ground could say a few words, Shi Tiancang in the sky had already dispersed the smoke and dust that blocked his vision. He quickly found his target, gathered strength under his feet, and with a thousand pounds of gravity, smashed down on the ground with the force of a mountain falling down.

Of course everyone noticed such a terrifying landing. Since the fusion of power and the disclosure of his identity, Shi Tiancang has never concealed his monstrous demonic aura. In the eyes of others, he has always been an existence that cannot be ignored.

So when Shi Tiancang descended with tremendous momentum, everyone on the ground returned to their original center position and used their internal energy to form a protective air shield in front of them to guard against the enemy's next unexpected moves.

As they retreated, Xia Bodhi and Nubibolala flew past the Eternal Night Playwright. In an inadvertent glance, a person flashed through Xia Bodhi's mind.

It is unclear whether he is good or evil, he has unique martial arts, powerful illusions, a pursuit of the stage and art, and he is also called... the God of the Underworld.

These characteristics seem very complicated, and dealing with any one of them alone would give people a headache for a long time, but when Xia Bodhi put these characteristics together, a name emerged in his mind.

Because he started practicing Buddhism early, there are not many people who are familiar with Xia Bodhi in this era, and Tianji is one of them.

And beside Tianji, Xia Bodhi knew that there was a person who could match these slightly strange characteristics. If this hypothesis was reversed, the Eternal Night Playwright in front of him really had no concealment at all.

……

Outside the battlefield, Sir Rabbit pushed the tip of the sword in front of him, trying to move Jian Tonghui's sword away from him.

"Even if you don't believe it, the dream catcher will be taken back in the end."

When the Eternal Night Playwright started killing the Life-Perching Birds, Sir Rabbit ran away... no, he accepted the mission and left the battlefield. He could not be considered a combatant, and it would not be good for him to stay there all the time.

His appearance would easily attract attention. If he was seen by those people, he would not be able to escape. He was just a rabbit making coffee and really did not want to participate in the battlefield.

The mission that Lord Rabbit received was to find the famous sword Jueshi who was about to complete the dream and take back the dream catcher. This thing has special functions and contains strange dream power. Even if Lord Rabbit doesn't come to take it now, the dream man will come and take the dream catcher away in person later.

This was not a difficult task. Mingjian Juesai neither chose to return to the city nor to use it directly in front of the enemy. He was stuck in between the two and found an extremely safe place to fall asleep.

Perhaps it was because of Lord Rabbit's appearance, or perhaps the situation was indeed special, even if there were no enemies here, Jian Tonghui would remain alert. Then, he was alert to Lord Rabbit.

The image of a man with a beast head would look out of place wherever he went. Even if the other party said that he was just here to retrieve something he had previously lent to Mingjian Juesai, Jian Tonghui would find it difficult to let him get close to him easily. Moreover, until now, Mingjian Juesai had not woken up, and only the thing in his hand was glowing.

"So... this thing is called a dream catcher?"

After learning from Lord Rabbit what was in Mingjian Jueshi's hand, Mu Lingshan took out the cards he had found from Huangjian Guchen before.

"Is this also your work?"

The other party said at the beginning that he was just following orders, which meant that in a place they couldn't see, someone had used some special methods on Huang Jian Gu Chen, and also gave Ming Jian Jue Shi this thing called a dream catcher.

"It's just his handwriting."

"...Jian Tonghui, let him come over."

"no problem?"

"At least, I didn't feel any malice."

Judging from what the other party did, he should be on the side of justice. Although Sir Rabbit looked a little different, he did not exude any malice and seemed to be here for official business.

"Since this thing is called a dream catcher, does that mean it has something to do with dreams?"

"It's almost the same. The dreamcatcher is its shape, and what is really related to the dream is the person who made it."

Sir Rabbit placed his hand on the dreamcatcher, and the light became brighter and brighter. The famous sword Peerless was also covered with a halo, and even the broken sword that he had placed on his leg before he fell asleep was glowing.

Jian Tonghui's gaze fell on the broken sword. Although the sword was broken, he could still feel the sword intent emanating from the broken sword. Jian Tonghui did not have this feeling when they first saw the peerless sword.

"It seems that his experiment was successful."

Sir Rabbit took the dreamcatcher, and the moment he stood up from Mingjian Juesai's side, the people around him opened their eyes.