My practice narration is weird

According to the map in his mind, Ye Wuyou walked quickly in the dark passage.

He planned to visit two other places with strange existences.

According to Lianchi, the two entered here earlier than him, and they were all Buddhists who integrated their consciousness into the strangeness.

This move was a bit dangerous, because Ye Wuyou didn't know whether the other party could still talk like "Lianchi", and it was possible that his consciousness had been eroded by the strangeness.

But as long as they didn't break the rules, the strangeness wouldn't easily conflict with the strangeness.

"According to the map, continue to move forward, it should be an external hall."

There were several corpses in the dark passage.

The corpses were not rotten, and they were dressed in different clothes. Obviously, they had just died not long ago.

Ye Wuyou was silent and didn't look at it.

The temple stretched for dozens of miles, and it was right next to the official road... Obviously, those who were involved here were not just the disciples of the sect who had a grudge against him.

I don't know how long it took, and when I walked out of the dark passage, I finally found that the scenery in front of me had changed.

In the wide hall, there is a Buddha statue that looks exactly like the one in Yong'an Temple. The Buddha statue is covered with gold foil and no other colors, just black.

There are many utensils on the altar, and there are not only one altar, but all around the hall.

But the top is still dark, and there is no end in sight.

The hall is dark, without any light. Even if you are in the second realm of insight, your perception is limited here and you can't see further.

But Ye Wuyou is not affected. His right eye provides a clear line of sight, allowing him to see everything in the hall.

Qi flows, and supernatural powers are scattered. In a corner of the hall, several figures gather together and fight with something.

Several dead bodies are alive at this moment, laughing sinisterly, surrounding several people.

Among those people, there are disciples of the sect who were caught in the ground sinkhole, and they obviously have a certain ability to protect themselves.

In addition to the corpses, they can also feel waves of pain in their minds.

The erosion of weirdness on people is irresistible, and no matter how high the cultivation is, it can only delay it.

"Why can't these things be killed even if they are broken?"

"What kind of magical power is this!"

It is unreasonable for a dead body to attack a living person.

Because this is weird.

Or, it is a weird thing that is stained with a trace of the breath of the avenue.

Just like his right eyeball, the previous ghost painting.

If the real body is not found, it is useless to kill the corpse controlled by the weirdness.

Ye Wuyou ignored those people and walked straight to an altar, on which many objects were placed.

Candlestick, yellow cloth, sandalwood, golden bell...

There is a very faint breath overflowing from it...

Just like the painting box where the ghost painting was placed at the beginning, it was also stained with a little breath.

But these are still weird things.

There are dozens of weird things in this place alone.

The whole hall, several altars, nearly a hundred weird things.

This is just a hall...

"This..."

Ye Wuyou seemed to finally understand why he had deduced where the weirdness was, but Tianyan gave the answer that it was the entire Yong'an Temple.

There was more than one weirdness here, he had walked into a weird nest.

Ye Wuyou picked up one of the yellow cloths. Among these things, the breath emitted by this yellow cloth was the strongest.

He couldn't understand the words engraved on it, but it didn't prevent him from destroying it.

Or rather, it was the right eye that wanted to destroy these things.

The red light of the right eye suddenly jumped, and waves of joy came from the eyes. The eyeballs were constantly trembling, wanting to jump out of the sockets.

The ghost hand tore the yellow cloth into pieces, and a breath emerged from it. The breath seemed to have intelligence and wanted to escape, but was absorbed by the right eye.

"It's a very weak feeling, far worse than the previous ghost painting, it shouldn't be like this..."

Weird things shouldn't be so weak.

The eyeballs gave him a lot of obstacles at the beginning. Although they couldn't defeat the real weirdness, they could at least provoke it.

Ghost paintings are inferior to eyeballs, but they also have their own unique abilities. If they are not weird, it will be difficult for normal practitioners to deal with them.

Ye Wuyou thought silently in his heart, and his eyes swept over these weird things, and he had a vague discovery.

These weird things that were stained with a trace of the breath of the Great Dao, the breath in them seemed to have dissipated.

Or rather, it was not dissipated, but just like his right eye swallowed these things, it was absorbed by people.

Weird refers to the ghosts on his body, which are complete remains of the Great Dao.

Weird things are like his right eye, like the previous ghost paintings, stained with a trace of the breath of the Great Dao.

And they will instinctively devour each other, as if they want to become complete remains of the Great Dao, complete weirdness.

"So, all these weird things in this place have been swallowed?"

Ye Wuyou certainly didn't know how weird things became weird, and he had never seen it.

But the breath in the hundreds of weird things on this land has dissipated, what does it mean?

This means that there is a high possibility that a new weirdness has appeared in this underground palace.

Is the Buddhist sect suppressing it?

This is clearly raising a Gu!

As the yellow cloth dissipated, the corpse that attacked everyone also paused and then fell down.

To deal with weird things, you must find the source.

"What happened? These things are not moving."

"Are we... safe?"

Someone used his magical power to emit a fire, and with that faint light, he slightly dispelled the darkness around him.

In the darkness, Ye Wuyou's figure could be vaguely seen.

And, Xia Anmeng.

"Who is that..."

"Senior, did you save us? We are disciples of the Jialan Sect. We wanted to find the evil disciple of the national teacher, but we were accidentally involved in this place..."

A voice came from the darkness.

"I am the person you are looking for."

In an instant, the hall became quiet.

This silence did not last long, because among their group, a cultivator suddenly laughed strangely and twisted his head off.

"Ah! Kill him."

"What kind of magical power is this! Don't twist my head."

Another weird thing...

Although the aura of the weird things in this place has been absorbed, some of them still retain a part of the aura of the Tao.

Just like the yellow cloth before.

Ye Wuyou retracted his gaze, did not make another move, and did not pay attention to the twitching of his right eyeball.

The aura of the strange things here is too weak, not as good as the ghost paintings in the past. Even if the right eyeball absorbs it, it is not of much use.

He is unwilling to take the risk to kill those sect practitioners. After all, the abilities of these things are often irrelevant to your own realm.

If you are not careful, it is easy to be deceived.

As for those sect disciples...

There is no need for Ye Wuyou to pity him. Since you want to kill him, be prepared.

He took a step and walked towards the original route, a passage in the hall, and stepped into the darkness.

Those who have no knowledge of the strange, and cannot find the real thing, their fate is doomed.

After Ye Wuyou left, the fight in the hall continued.

Three practitioners twisted off their heads one after another.

Then another sect disciple collapsed and began to attack randomly.

After a long time, there were only three people left in the hall.

All three were practitioners of the third realm. At this moment, they were surrounded by a pillar, with a painful look on their faces, but they still looked around with confusion.

Those things that attacked them inexplicably seemed to disappear suddenly.

Although they were temporarily safe, they still wanted to figure out what happened.

They didn't know the existence of the weirdness, and they didn't know what they were fighting with from beginning to end.

And everyone's mind seemed to be eroded by something strange, and their brains were getting more and more painful. If this continued, they would die here sooner or later.

One of them was a talisman master. He lit a talisman, emitting light, illuminating the hall a little.

Then, they saw a figure.

It was a young man, a young practitioner.

He was standing next to an altar at this moment, gently crushing a wooden Buddha statue.

As his palm loosened, wood chips slipped from his palm and scattered all over the ground.

Someone trembled and spoke.

"Senior, it was you who took action..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Why did the figure of the young man in front of him look familiar?

Why was he a little similar to the person just now?

But wasn't that the evil disciple of the national teacher, Ye Wuyou?

One of them looked a little calmer and asked in a deep voice.

"May I ask your name?"

The other party did not respond, but glanced at them and walked over lightly.

The three looked a little nervous, but compared to the inexplicable attack just now, they were much calmer now.

They could see the aura of the man in front of them.

No matter who that person was, he was just a second realm after all.

Although nervous, he was not afraid at all.

The young man walked slowly to them with a faint smile on his face.

"Who asked me my name just now?"

It was obviously an ordinary question, but the three of them took a step back involuntarily.

There was already a look of horror in their eyes.

Damn it, isn't this Ye Wuyou just now?

Didn't he leave just now? When did he come back?

One of them was full of aura, and his third realm cultivation was revealed. He slowly clasped his fists and spoke.

"Ye Wuyou... Brother Ye, some things before were a misunderstanding. We just took the opportunity to pursue you and asked for leave from the sect to go down the mountain..."

"Now you are also involved in this dangerous place. Judging from your expression, you don't seem to be affected by this place. Why don't we join forces to leave this place and add more strength."

"Yes, Brother Ye, you teach us the method of not being affected. The three of us are at a higher level than you. We can definitely escort you out and never attack you again."

The three of them are all at the third level.

At this moment, facing Ye Wuyou, instead of the attack that was unnoticed by the gods and ghosts, the confidence in his heart has increased a lot.

Facing their words, Ye Wuyou just stood there quietly, his expression was neither sad nor happy.

That calm face finally showed a trace of impatience at this moment.

"You, didn't you hear my question just now?" Ye Wuyou's words came.

Question? What question?

Oh, who asked his name, this question.

The leading cultivator showed displeasure and confusion in his eyes. Is this question necessary at the moment?

Leaving this place safely is the most important thing to focus on.

He took a step forward, wanting to say something to Ye Wuyou.

His throat suddenly felt cold, and his sight shifted. He only saw his headless body and the corner of Ye Wuyou's clothes.

What happened...

The second third-level cultivator was horrified at this moment, and stretched out his hand for a talisman, ready to cast it.

But the figure had already passed him.

The next second, a huge force came, and the talisman master crashed into the giant pillar, leaving a hole in his chest.

Click, click.

His heart was still beating, but it was under his own gaze, on the ground in front of him.

The third practitioner finally reacted at this moment, and he even fully displayed a magical power.

The aura poured out, turned into a dragon and snake, and rushed towards Ye Wuyou along the sword light.

He was a sword cultivator of the third realm, and he was fighting for his life at this moment.

The huge aura suddenly paused, and the unsheathed sword did not move at this moment, and all this was caused by just two fingers.

With a light pinch, the sword blade completely shattered.

But Ye Wuyou's arm was also shattered by the aura.

"Is this... crazy?"

It was just a moment of trance, but the next second, the sword cultivator who had no time to make a move was stepped on by Ye Wuyou behind him and fell heavily to the ground.

Ye Wuyou used his only remaining arm to hold his hand tightly.

"Crack, crack..."

Bursts of bone-breaking sounds came, accompanied by the man's painful screams, and the whole arm was torn off by Ye Wuyou.

"Ye Wuyou, I, Jia, Jialan Sect will not let you go..."

Ye Wuyou stepped on his back, and heard the other party's words, and then smiled and leaned down gently.

"You are wrong, it is I who will not let Jialan Sect go."

The cultivator's eyes were horrified, and he wanted to say something, but his head was crushed by a foot.

The vitality dissipated, leaving only a corpse.

Above the ground, in the air, something suddenly appeared at this moment, and then slowly condensed towards Ye Wuyou's broken arm.

The hand that was blown up by the qi appeared intact on Ye Wuyou's body in just a moment.

"Not a bad body." Ye Wuyou spoke to himself.

The qi is endless, and the body is destroyed but not indestructible.

However, the deathly intent emanating from his body silently told that the "Ye Wuyou" in front of him was a dead man.

He stepped on the corpses, closed his eyes gently, and opened his hands slightly in front of him, as if embracing the entire hall.

The Qi flowed and reached its peak, and a certain bottleneck was easily broken.

Three Realms Yaoguang.

"It's just a pity that there is no soul."

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, and his eyes swept across the altars with cold eyes.

There were still some weird things on them.

But those things did not attack Ye Wuyou.

At the moment, Ye Wuyou had no "ghost" or weirdness on him.

Although the man in the mirror could copy a Ye Wuyou, he could not copy the weirdness on him.

Ye Wuyou stepped lightly, walked towards somewhere, and sneered at the empty hall.

"You ghosts are smarter than those people. Although you are a waste, you are not stupid."

He turned and walked into a passage.

It was different from the direction Ye Wuyou had been heading to just now.

If we follow the map,

This passage only led to one place.

The main hall.