My practice narration is weird

Kneel, kneel...

It was not just Fang Ning at the entrance of the main hall. At this moment, all the practitioners in this underground palace were trembling in their hearts and eyes, and their eyes were in confusion.

In the boundless dead silence and darkness, only the figure of the Buddhist monk exuded the purest golden light, dispelling everything, making people's hearts and minds unable to stop kneeling.

If it were normal, it would be fine, but it would only be confused for a moment.

But in this underground palace, there are weird things everywhere, which is not a place where people can relax their minds.

There were originally practitioners who huddled together to resist those weird things, but when their qi was relaxed, the weird things around them rushed over.

On the contrary, it is much safer now near the main hall.

The inexplicably powerful pressure came quickly and went quickly.

After a long while, Fang Ning slowly raised his head, and his handsome face showed paleness.

His sight slowly moved from the entrance of the main hall to the inside of the main hall, a long and narrow corridor, and many cushions were placed neatly on both sides.

On the mat, there were corpses wearing cassocks and clasping their hands.

Fang Ning raised her head with great effort, looking forward little by little.

Although the illusion disappeared from her mind, it seemed that this place still had some power.

It was not until this moment that she saw the existence above the main hall for the first time.

Her pupils suddenly shrank.

The next moment, the fifth-level great supernatural power cultivator had stood up and blocked her.

Although the fifth-level old Taoist had fulfilled his duty as a protector, his old face was full of shock and fear at this moment.

What is this thing...

They were so nervous that they didn't even notice that the middle finger that was still on the ground trembled slightly at this moment.

Something even more strange happened that they couldn't understand. Dust condensed, and there seemed to be a little bit of particles in the air gently gathering.

Ye Wuyou's body slowly emerged in the hall again, and the young man's voice with a chuckle came leisurely, resounding throughout the hall.

"This world is really strange. Even an ugly demon wants to become a Buddha?"

A tall figure was sitting on the main seat of the hall.

The naked skin was blue and white, and black lines appeared on the body like ribbons. The limbs were thick, unlike ordinary people. There were no eyes on the white head, only two lines gathered where the eyes should be, and two black horns came out of the head.

Countless chains surrounded and penetrated the body and limbs of the figure. There were Buddhist inscriptions on the wall behind him, and dots of light were flowing. There was a Vajra Pestle on his chest, which was firmly inserted into his body.

Everything just now was transmitted by this demon.

Ye Wuyou ignored Fang Ning and the protector's astonishment, but walked forward a few steps and gently stepped into the hall. He glanced at it, raised his foot and kicked a monk's skeleton on the cushion to pieces, and sat on it as if no one was around.

Fang Ning took a step back in shock. She did not look at the demon in the hall, but looked at Ye Wuyou who was sitting on the futon.

"You! You are not Ye Wuyou, what are you..."

Before she finished her words, the person in the main seat spoke.

"A guest is a guest, benefactor, please take a seat."

The words were soft and gentle, and the demon figure that was obviously horrifying to people at a glance actually showed a trace of kindness of a Buddhist on his pale face.

Sit down? Only a stupid dog would sit down! Ye Wuyou at the moment does not count, Ye Wuyou is not a human.

But whether it was Fang Ning or the five-level protector, their figures at this moment seemed to be out of control, and they slowly walked towards the futon.

There were bones on the futon, which were monks who had been dead for an unknown period of time. How could they sit down?

Ye Wuyou stood up and smashed all the bones one by one, and then they could sit down.

Fang Ning was surprised to find that her body seemed unable to make any extra movements.

But why can this "Ye Wuyou" in front of him move freely?

The demon on the main seat watched this scene silently, his eyes just lightly swept over Fang Ning and the old Taoist of the Five Realms, and stayed on Ye Wuyou for a moment.

"This donor, I am a little curious. You are obviously the person in the mirror of the legacy, but why can you break the shackles and find yourself?"

Poor monk?

Ye Wuyou did not answer the demon's question. The figure that was originally sitting quietly on the futon suddenly twitched at this moment, but he was holding his stomach and laughing.

"Poor monk? Hahaha, I laughed to death, why do you demon say this word seriously?"

At last, Ye Wuyou looked at Fang Ning and the old Taoist of the Five Realms sitting opposite him.

"Why don't you laugh, isn't it funny?"

Of course it's not funny.

Fang Ning and the old Taoist almost cried.

"Ye Wuyou" sitting opposite them told them that they could go out when they came to the main hall.

So it became what it is now.

The demon who claimed to be a monk.

"Ye Wuyou" who can recover even if his body is blown into powder.

What kind of hell is this place!

The old Taoist of the Five Realms finally spoke at this moment, and his tone was angry.

"What kind of demon are you? Did you trick us here to kill us?"

This was said to Ye Wuyou, but the one who responded to him was the demon in the main seat.

"This donor, I don't know if there is any hatred between you, but the donor you just asked asked you to sit on the futon."

"It's to save you."

Save? Is this considered saving us? Fang Ning didn't understand these words at all.

Ye Wuyou looked casual and spoke lightly.

"Can you talk less, you beastly demon? If you were not trapped there without any freedom and could only rely on words to deceive people, this little girl and the old man should have died a thousand times by now."

The demon in the main seat did not seem to care about Ye Wuyou's words, but looked outside the hall.

"Da, da, da..."

Footsteps came from outside the hall.

Fang Ning looked surprised, there was someone else?

"Another donor is here." The demon said softly.

The figure of the old man in a blood-stained robe appeared outside the hall at this moment, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and his body was full of energy.

The fifth realm of great magical power, the ancestor of the blood sea.

Just now he was also in confusion, but at least he was in the fifth realm, so he woke up in a moment.

With his realm, as long as he did not face the weirdness directly, ordinary weird things were not his opponents at all.

But at this moment, when Blood Sea Ancestor looked towards the hall, he was delighted when he saw Ye Wuyou, but then he saw the demon on the main seat.

He subconsciously wanted to run away.

The words came slowly.

"Donor, please take a seat."

Take a seat?

The silly dog ​​just sat down, the wind was strong, I ran!

Then Blood Sea Ancestor watched his body walk towards the futon.

There were bones on the futon, so he couldn't sit down.

But Ye Wuyou rested his chin and looked at the scene with a smile.

Unlike before, Ye Wuyou didn't get up this time to help the other party break the bones, and Blood Sea Ancestor's figure was not under his control.

Time passed by, and Blood Sea Ancestor still stood in front of the futon, unable to move.

Fang Ning thought in his heart, what would happen if he didn't sit on the futon? Why did the demon just say that this action was to save himself?

Is it safe to sit on it? Otherwise, will it be in danger?

Fang Ning thought in her heart, but she didn't say anything after all.

A leisurely sigh came from the main seat.

"Donor, the time is up, I can't stop this relic."

The next second, the Blood Sea Patriarch found that he could move freely.

He regained control of his body.

The Blood Sea Patriarch moved very quickly. He first blasted out with a palm, and the aura was like a dragon towards Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, without dodging or avoiding. The five-level great magical power wanted to kill him, so naturally he couldn't avoid it.

He let the aura smash half of his body.

The next moment, the Blood Sea Patriarch's figure turned into a red light and rushed out of the hall, but then at the door, as if he hit something, he bounced back fiercely.

This...

"Pah."

There was a sound of something falling on the main seat behind him.

A meat ball slid down a little bit along the main seat and the steps below.

The same color as the demon, the green-white flesh ball, stained with a little mucus, is indescribably strange.

Very dangerous, this is Fang Ning's judgment.

The Blood Sea Ancestor is still struggling. He uses his magical powers and smashes the door of the hall directly, but it is blocked and the hall does not move at all.

Can't get out!

"Break the bones and you can sit on the futon."

Fang Ning did not speak. Ye Wuyou's head has not grown out yet. It was his protector, the old Taoist of the Five Realms, who said it.

Fang Ning lowered his head, but did not refute anything.

A great magical power of the Five Realms is still very valuable in this crisis-filled environment.

Sit on the futon!

I won't sit on the futon even if I die!

Thinking this in his heart, the Blood Sea Ancestor suddenly turned back and saw that the green-white flesh ball swelled up, and limbs stretched out from it. Then the shape of the flesh ball changed, and it turned out to be faintly like the demon on the main seat.

The demon on the main seat was still there, the meatball was just a little smaller, and everything else was very similar to the demon.

That thing was staring at him!

He knew that the demon transformed from the meatball was coming towards him, and didn't even look at the people on the cushion.

Danger, extremely dangerous!

The Blood Sea Patriarch no longer hesitated and decided to sit on the cushion first.

He flicked his sleeves and blasted a skeleton with his magical power.

The five-level great magical power, even if it was a casual move, was enough to split mountains and rocks.

But the skeleton did not move at all, and there were some golden light flowing on it.

"Ah ah ah!" The Blood Sea Patriarch used his magical power again, but the skeleton that could be shattered by Ye Wuyou's kick was intact.

The demon spoke.

"If the donor wants to live, there is a way, just kill the Buddha's legacy in front of you."

The smaller blue-white demon has completely revealed its body and is walking towards the Blood Sea Patriarch.

It's terrifying no matter how you look at it.

The Blood Sea Ancestor looked horrified at this moment. It would have been fine if he could not break the skeleton. Ye Wuyou, who was standing beside him, condensed his upper body at a speed that he could see with his naked eyes, and looked at him with sarcasm.

Hearing the words of the demon at this moment, the Blood Sea Ancestor could not care about so much.

Just like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, he still cares who the straw belongs to?

He stretched out his hand, his aura burst out, and his magical power was instantly displayed.

[Blood Road Killing Move - Blood Demon Killing Heaven! ]

The terrifying blue-white demon was killed on the spot under his palm!