My practice narration is weird

Chapter 113 Ye Wuyou vs Ye Wuyou

"Hu, hu, hu..."

The Blood Sea Ancestor panted heavily. He hadn't felt this thrilling feeling of walking on the edge of life and death for a long time.

The last time he felt this way was when Lu Qingshan slaughtered Qingmao Mountain where he was.

But now the green demon has become meat, with only two feet left.

That's it?

Unable to withstand a single blow!

The meat trembled slightly, and then it gathered into a meat ball at a very fast speed, and then it turned back into the green-white demon in the next second.

The Blood Sea Ancestor stared at this scene with wide eyes.

The words of the demon came from the main seat.

"The donor's method is good, but if this relic is not completely crushed, it will recover..."

Oh, is that so?

The Blood Sea Ancestor's eyes condensed. He didn't know the other party's background just now, and he acted hastily.

After calming down, he found that the demon in front of him was not strong at all!

He grinned and used his magical powers again, with more momentum than before.

With this blow, he wanted to completely crush the thing in front of him.

This was a blow that he used all his energy to strike. This was his strongest killing move. This was a magical power that was at the peak of his momentum and full of confidence.

But when the smoke and dust dissipated, the blue-white demon was still standing in the same place, with half of its body collapsed, revealing blue-white mucus and blood.

But the demon was still standing in front of him.

The wound was healing very quickly.

The Blood Sea Ancestor was surprised. He could have smashed the opponent to pieces just now, but now, why did he only hurt the opponent a little?

The two figures were already very close.

The Blood Sea Ancestor used his magical power again, very quickly.

But the blue demon arms went straight through his magical power and grabbed his body.

The magical power exploded on the opponent's arm, but compared to the previous one, this time it only peeled off a few pieces of flesh and blood.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, sitting quietly on the futon and looking at this scene.

In his heart, he seemed to have discovered something.

Is this strange ability an adaptation?

As long as he doesn't die in one blow, he will have a high adaptability to all subsequent moves.

He thought silently.

Until half of the body of the Blood Sea Ancestor was torn apart by the demon, and his head fell to the ground.

Then it rolled in front of him little by little.

The Blood Sea Ancestor stared at Ye Wuyou, who was sitting quietly with his chin propped up.

Ye Wuyou looked over, stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and pressed the head of the Blood Sea Ancestor.

"People like you are really pitiful. You can't beat Lu Qingshan, so you want to deal with me."

The five fingers were slightly put together, and accompanied by the man's low laughter, the head was crushed.

Blood flowed on the fingertips, and a soul jumped out, trying to escape.

The green demon would certainly not let the soul go, but Ye Wuyou's figure was faster.

He took the initiative to walk out of the futon, and when the soul was about to dissipate after being beaten by the green demon, he gently swept it up and grabbed the soul in his palm.

The "Non-Form Heart Sutra" directly swallowed the soul.

So far, the four fourth realms, one fifth realm, and all the great supernatural powers who came to pursue Ye Wuyou have all died.

The green demon looked at Ye Wuyou at this moment, and his figure took a step forward.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and looked up at the demon on the main seat.

"Beast, are you going to attack me?"

The demon on the main seat was silent for a moment before responding faintly.

"Donor, you worry too much. I can't control this relic, not to mention that you are a person who walked out of the mirror stone, immortal and indestructible, how can you fight?"

Ye Wuyou then retracted his gaze and nodded with satisfaction.

Qi flow, the peak of the third realm.

The blue-white small demon stood in the aisle, and Ye Wuyou did not sit on the futon, but he was not attacked.

Of course, if Fang Ning and the old Taoist walked out of the futon, they would definitely end up like the Blood Sea Ancestor.

Weird and weird, unless under special circumstances, will not touch each other.

Although Ye Wuyou is not weird, he is a being created by the lotus pond. Can he be considered a weird thing?

After witnessing the scenes just now, Fang Ning was silent for a long time.

Her expression was no longer as proud as when she first met him.

"Ye... why did you bring us here?"

Fang Ning knew that the person in front of her was not the real Ye Wuyou.

"Why?" Ye Wuyou did not turn around, but laughed softly.

"Of course it's to get out, Fang Ning, although you are a woman with no ability, your heart is high and your life is thin, you look like a man, your chest is flat and your butt is not raised, but you helped me once before, and I, Ye Wuyou, never owe you a favor."

Looks like a man?

Fang Ning's face flushed with anger, and he almost stood up from the futon. Fortunately, the old man next to him pulled him back.

But why does this "Ye Wuyou" in front of him remember what happened before...

Fang Ning said with a trembling voice, suppressing the doubts in his heart.

"Then how to get out?"

Ye Wuyou frowned, turned and walked to Fang Ning, looking down at him.

"Why are you so stupid? What is this place used for? Can't you see it?"

He pointed his big hand at the demon who claimed to be a monk on the main hall.

"The whole underground palace was built to seal this beast. If we remove the seal, we can let this beast out."

Remove the seal and release the demon?

Fang Ning's eyes trembled when he heard this.

She naturally saw that this place was for suppressing the seal, but the demon on the main seat looked terrifying. If it was released...

"Are you sure that if we release that demon, can we still survive? And there are also the people of Da Yan..."

Ye Wuyou lowered his head slightly, his eyes extremely cold.

Fang Ning was stared at, and the words in his mouth paused for no reason. He turned his head slightly and did not dare to look at him.

Ye Wuyou finally spoke softly, with a cold smile on his face.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Although she had known this for a long time, Fang Ning's eyes still trembled.

Then, she felt her hair move.

It was Ye Wuyou who reached out to her at this moment, gently held a few strands of hair, and played with them in his palm.

Ye Wuyou smiled, patted Fang Ning's head with his big hand, and said in a very gentle tone.

"Don't worry, if you ask me then, I will save you."

"Besides."

Ye Wuyou glanced at the shadow of the Dharma image that was trying to maintain behind the other party, and then said.

"How many days can you last? Three or four days? Haha."

"You have to try hard to stay sane and not be eroded by the weirdness of this place. It's very uncomfortable, right? I once saw a woman who was much more beautiful than you being eroded by the weirdness. If I hadn't saved her life with kindness, even if she didn't die, she would have turned into my furnace and lived."

"Think about it, I still feel a little pity."

Ye Wuyou's tone was smiling, but Fang Ning's heart was cold.

She gently closed her eyes, pinched her fingertips into the flesh, and finally asked in a deep voice.

"Since you have decided, what are you waiting for here? Go and release the demon."

The demon on the main seat sighed and spoke sincerely.

"Alas, I am really not a demon. Why are the two donors..."

No one paid attention to him.

Ye Wuyou gently put down the long hair in his palm and took a step back.

He responded softly.

"What am I waiting for? Don't you know?

"Of course I am waiting for myself. "

Ye Wuyou raised his eyes slightly, turned his head and looked outside the hall, reciting to himself.