"Bang--"

Eight floating boats slowly approached the aerial dock around the Liaoyuan, like eight lice jumping onto the back of a turtle, with a huge gap in size between the two sides.

With a sense of reverence, Li Yao set foot on the Liaoyuan Hokkien.

Today's Liaoyuan has been transformed into a war museum. As soon as he walked off the front deck, Li Yao saw a huge bronze statue, carved with a resolute-faced naval officer. He held the long sword with one hand and pointed the other hand not far away, as if roaring loudly.

Even though it was just a statue, it was surrounded by a bloody battle to the end and the strong momentum of moving forward. Li Yao could even vaguely hear the roar of lightning and thunder coming from the inside of the bronze statue:

"Crash against Amano!"

This is the statue of the first and last captain of the Liaoyuan, the cultivator of the Jiedan stage, "Ping Yuantao".

There are nine words engraved on the base of the statue, which is a famous saying that Ping Yuantao once said.

According to legend, Ping Yuantao joined the cultivation sect when he was a child. At that time, the Tianyuan Realm was a paradise for monsters. Humans could only struggle in a few towns controlled by the cultivation sect. The Starry Light Federation was just established, and no one even regarded it as a country. It was just a loose organization established between nine cultivation sects in order to facilitate communication and communication.

At that time, Ping Yuantao and a large group of young men joined the sect's cultivation sect. The elders of the sect asked them according to the convention, why should they practice the truth?

The young men talked and talked a lot. Some said it was for glory, wealth, money, and beauties; some said it was for immortality and eternal freedom; some said it was for learning hundreds of magical powers, changing thousands of ways, and you can travel around the world as you wish; some said it was for killing demons and eliminating demons and protecting relatives and friends.

When it was Ping Yuantao's turn, he said nine words:

"Cultivate the truth for the rise of the Federation!"

A hundred years later, Ping Yuantao used his life to add a brilliant footnote to these nine words, and these nine words have also become the motto of countless cultivators of the Starry Federation, inspiring them to expand their territory, kill monsters, and build the Starry Federation into the most powerful human country in the Tianyuan Realm!

"So handsome!"

Although I have learned Ping Yuantao's story and heard this sentence more than once in the textbook, I saw this sentence on the Liaoyuan roster and it is said that Ping Yuantao's handwritten handwriting is naturally very different. Many students shouted excitedly and ran over to take photos of Ping Yuantao's bronze statues, and then posted them on the Lingwang to show off to their friends.

Li Yao also wanted to take a photo, but Zheng Dongming pulled him straight in, saying that he wanted to take him to see the excitement.

"The statue is here and will not run away. However, the big scene inside has to be seen early, and if it is too late, it will be impossible to squeeze in!"

"What big scene?"

"Before every extreme challenge, the nine elite league schools will hold a 'two-way exchange meeting' outside the stadium to introduce the strength of the 'nine majors' to the candidates, and it also means attracting geniuses to apply for the exam. There are nine booths in the cabin, and there are cultivators from the 'nine majors' who communicate directly with the candidates. The scene is very hot, so you should go in quickly!" Zheng Dongming said familiarly.

"The cultivator from the 'Nine Great Masters'?" Li Yao's eyes lit up, without Zheng Dongming pulling him, he suddenly accelerated.

Entering the first cabin, the huge space was filled with thousands of students, with a bustling voice and a hot atmosphere.

The entire hall is divided into nine separate areas, with the name of a university hanging over each area.

Zheng Dongming looked around and pulled Li Yao to the area of ​​"Tianhuan Academy".

"Why go to Tianhuan Academy first? Is this university the strongest comprehensive strength?" Li Yao was a little confused. It seemed that there were the most people crowded by the booth of Tianhuan Academy.

"Who cares whether it is strong or not? Tianhuan Academy is the only school among the "Nine Great Masters" that specializes in cultivating literary and artistic cultivators. The beauties in the school are famous for being large in number, of good quality, and are all super literary and artistic!" "Zheng Dongming swallowed, his eyes shining.

The two finally broke into the crowd, but they saw that the booth of Tianhuan Academy was very simple. There were some calligraphy and painting works hanging on the walls around them. In one corner, several college students were half-squinted, shaking their heads, immersed in the music world. On the other side, there was a young man with messy hair and unshaven beard trembling all over and reciting poetry.

In front of them was a classical beauty wearing a white robe with black hair and waist, concentrating on painting.

Li Yao looked along her crystal-like fingertips and found that her painting style was completely different from that of the original. With very fierce and sharp brushstrokes, she drew a scene of a broken fishing boat fighting against an eight-clawed sea monster in the stormy waves.

“It’s well drawn…”

Although Li Yao did not understand art, he also felt a thrilling smell from this scroll. He nodded slightly and heard faint waves in his ears.

The sound of waves?

Li Yao was stunned and suddenly found himself on the front deck of a small fishing boat that was pounding violently. The waves of sea tides that were higher and higher were hit by the head. The smelly sea water kept pouring into his nostrils and mouth, and the sound of monsters roaring in his ears!

Looking into the distance, there was an endless violent ocean around. When I looked up, I saw that the eight-clawed sea monster's head was above the small fishing boat. Two blood-red monster eyes were staring at him, emitting a soul-catching light!

"ah!"

Li Yao was creepy and couldn't help but scream.

This call seemed to break the illusion, and the soul returned to the body, and was already covered in cold sweat, as if it was a different world.

Looking around him again, Zheng Dongming's face was the same as earthy and his legs trembled slightly.

"Now you know the power of literary cultivators, right? This beautiful woman has no malice and has only half completed her painting, so she can drag us into a terrifying illusion. If she took the initiative to attack and used the drawn painting, do you think she can still escape?" Zheng Dongming said in a trembling voice.

Li Yao breathed a sigh of relief and recalled the scene where the Eight-Clawed Sea Monster stared at him in the illusion just now.

Until now, he couldn't believe that the one who created such a horrifying illusion was just an unfinished painting.

Literary and artistic cultivators are indeed extremely terrifying existences.
Chapter completed!