Chapter 201 Changes
The sky is clear and the breeze is blowing through the room.

Yuchi Pojun stood up, stretched out his hand, and flipped it. A three-foot wide and three-foot long sand table appeared in his hand. This was the venue for the real gambling fight today.

Zhou Tieyi was standing nearby, using his [True Vision] ability to see it most carefully.

Because he now has in his hand a treasure similar to Yuchi Pojun's, a white jade chessboard.

According to my mother, gods are full of treasures.

Among them, the divine artifact, divine corpse and divine kingdom are the most important.

Almost ninety-nine percent of the secret treasures of this kind of spatial ability are forged using the divine kingdoms of gods of the third rank or above.

Back then, Yuchi Pojun killed the Qilin that wanted to be deified. In addition to obtaining its essence and blood, the Kingdom of God was naturally also a trophy, so he refined it into the sand table in his hand.

Unlike Che Wenyuan's white jade chessboard which blends into the surrounding scenery, the sand table in Yuchi Pojun's hand is larger in area. In the sand table, there are many different scenes such as hills, flowing water, deserts, forests, etc. It is at least one level better than Che Wenyuan's white jade chessboard.

"go in."

Yuchi Pojun faced Zhou Tiege, and Shenxiu pushed forward flatly.

The powerful force directly pushed the two people into the two corners of the sand table.

Yuchi Pojun threw the sand table directly onto the stage and stopped interfering.

In the sand table, Zhou Tiege and Shenxiu were reflected standing in a desert. The yellow sand blew up, temporarily blocking the vision of both parties.

But to everyone in Tingchao Tower, beams of sunlight fell from the sky above the patio and shone on the two people, reflecting tiny grains of sand that seemed unreal, as if they were complete projections.

All the actions of the two people can be displayed accurately so that everyone in the Tide Watching Tower can see them clearly.

Hu Wenlang was wearing a light grey storyteller's robe with a jade pendant around his waist. He smiled slightly, and the next moment the screen was pulled up.

Suddenly there was a whimpering sound of the wind. This sound was different from the tidal sound of the wind in Tingchao Tower. It was the rough sound of sand scraping across the ground. In the whimpering sound of the wind, there was a faint, sharp, creepy sound of fighting.

It was as if tens of thousands of people suddenly hid in this Tingchao Tower, fighting each other, swords clashing, horses neighing, wailing non-stop...

Combined with the scene on the sand table in front of them, it seemed as if the people watching the battle were suddenly transported from Tianjing to the ancient battlefield of Crescent Lake outside Sunset Pass, and to the scene of yellow sand all over the sky that they first saw in "Qi Xiaosheng's Journey to the Underworld".

For a moment, reality and illusion blurred and the dream became reality.

In a quiet private room on the second floor of Tingchao Tower, Hong Shigui looked solemn, carefully feeling the changes and ready to take action at the critical moment.

When this force that could blur reality and illusion spread, he knew what it represented.

The fourth-grade novelist is "entering the truth". The sixth-grade novelist is "seeing the world", which means that he has the ability to pull people into dreams and see the world in the novelist's mind.

The fifth level of novelist, 'Manifestation of the Divine', can turn imaginary characters into reality as a means of attack.

The fourth level of novelist "Entering the Reality" can, to a certain extent, begin to confuse the boundary between dreams and reality. If ordinary people cannot distinguish the boundary, then if they are scratched by a knife in a dream, it will be directly reflected in the real body. This is one of the manifestations of the power of "Entering the Reality".

Tingchao Tower itself was built for novelists. It can improve the strength of novelists who appear on stage to a certain extent. It is equivalent to a huge secret treasure, which can instantly upgrade a fifth-grade novelist to the fourth-grade level.

In the sand table, Zhou Tiege held a gun in his right hand and flipped his left palm. Suddenly, a fluttering flag between real and virtual appeared. The flag swelled in the wind in Zhou Tiege's hand, and the next moment it became three feet high. The flagpole was dark red, as if rust had infected undried blood. The huge flag was fluttering. The front half of the flag was real, but the tail was in a smoky state. For a moment, it was unknown how far it had spread.

A rushing, muddy river flowed into the real world as the flag unfolded.

This was exactly the Yellow Spring that Zhou Tiege had refined and entered into his own military flag. Once the Yellow Spring flowed from the flag into reality, it automatically locked onto the other living beings in the entire sandbox.

After determining Shenxiu's location, the next moment, Zhou Tiege's figure almost turned into lightning, dragging a scarlet flag, stepping on the muddy Yellow River, and attacking Shenxiu at the other end of the sand table.

In this huge sandbox, finding the enemy is also a kind of ability.

Therefore, Yuchi Pojun pushed the two men into two corners of the sand table at the beginning of the battle, just to show fairness.

When the water of the underworld flowed from the flag into reality, Shenxiu felt a deathly aura locking onto him. He did not move rashly. From the wide sleeves of his monk's robe, a painted picture of Buddha flew out and unfolded in mid-air. The picture of Buddha turned into wisps of colorful Buddha light, and then the colorful Buddha light merged into one, becoming colorless and blending with the skylight shining in from the outside world.

After crossing one sand dune after another, the moment he saw Shenxiu, Zhou Tiege went all out. The thunder light that he transformed into did not stop, and the powerful purple thunder energy expanded with him as the center, forming a real river of thunder that locked onto Shenxiu.

Qi and blood rushed into the sky and merged with the purple thunder energy, forming nine thunder drums behind Zhou Tiege. On each thunder drum, there was a dragon mark that kept changing.

Suddenly, there was a roar like thunder and drum, and the power of thunder condensed and turned into nine real, ten-foot-long purple spears, which shot towards Shenxiu as a test.

Shenxiu's thin figure seemed a little frail in the yellow sand, but his virgin-like face remained serene, and the mole between his eyebrows, which looked like a relic, became more and more dazzling.

The gray monk robe on Shenxiu's body swelled and expanded beyond normal reason. He stretched out his palm and pressed it down in the direction where the nine purple spears were coming from. Under his palm, the principles of space seemed to be completely distorted. The ten-foot-long purple spears shrank faster and faster as they flew towards Shenxiu.

"【Buddha Kingdom in the Palm】!"

In the Tingchao Tower, many practitioners who were watching the battle could not help but exclaim in surprise. Although they had long known from the Tianjing News that Monk Shenxiu was a direct descendant of the Fahua Temple and was the generation of Fahua Temple monk who had comprehended the "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm", but when they actually saw this first-class Buddhist Dharma, the shock and joy in their hearts were still beyond words.

Containing the heaven and earth in one palm, under the Buddha's palm, encompassing heaven and earth, and nowhere to escape, such a state, how can one not yearn for it.

Just when everyone thought that Shenxiu would easily resolve Zhou Tiege's first attack with [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm], something strange happened.

Nine purple thunder spears suddenly exploded in the air. Purple arcs of electricity, like thunder trees growing in the air, continued to spread around, testing every weak point of the [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm].

(End of this chapter)