My practice narration is weird

Off topic: The quotation marks around ‘Ye Wuyou’ are fake, I can hardly tell what I wrote.

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Three figures appeared outside the main hall at this moment.

Fang Ning widened his eyes, the old Taoist of the fifth realm narrowed his eyes, and even the blue-white demon on the main seat seemed to sigh in surprise.

An extremely absurd scene appeared in front of everyone.

So much so that no one cared about the arrogant and beautiful woman who exuded powerful strength, and no one cared about the hesitant and abrupt little monk.

All eyes here were all looking at one person in the field.

Or two people.

Two Ye Wuyou.

One stood in the hall, with a smile on his lips and an extremely arrogant look.

One stood outside the hall, with a calm look and a little surprise in his eyes.

Ye Wuyou, or the real Ye Wuyou, was not surprised by another self.

The old monk in Lianchi asked him to stand in front of the mirror. The abnormal narration at that time made him have such a guess in his heart. But now he saw "himself" standing in front of him with his own eyes, which confirmed this guess.

He was surprised by the figure of the main seat in the hall.

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

Fang Ning and the old Taoist on the futon were both stunned.

They seemed to have heard the same words just now.

[You sighed slightly in your heart. There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Although the remains of the avenue are mysterious, the guys who covet them are more capable than the other.]

[You saw through the demon's trick at a glance. Compared with the old bald donkey who merged his consciousness into the remains to survive, this guy has a unique method. He uses the demon's body as a cage and tries to smooth the remains of the avenue with time.]

[Unfortunately, it is ultimately vulnerable.]

The combination of the body is weird? Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

How did this happen? The strange erosion originally eroded the body and soul, so how could the body be turned into a cage?

So, is it the unique racial innate magical power of the demon? Otherwise, it cannot be explained.

Ye Wuyou in the hall narrowed his eyes slightly and questioned.

"You don't seem to think about me."

This is a bit strange when a man says it to another man.

If it is said by a man who looks exactly like himself, it would be even stranger...

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze from the demon and looked at himself in the hall.

"What do you want to do? You are just a fake of mine."

The demon on the main seat looked at the situation in the field, thought about it, and said.

"The guest is the guest, please sit down..."

The demon was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

The same voice and the same words were spoken at the same time, but the two Ye Wuyou were talking to the demon at this moment.

The demon on the main seat tilted his head and finally said nothing.

Fang Ning looked at the situation in the field at this moment, bit his silver teeth lightly, and finally made up his mind to shout loudly towards the outside of the hall.

"Ye Wuyou, don't step into the hall. The demon next to it will attack people who don't sit on the futon, but it won't attack this fake. He will definitely not let you sit on the futon."

Sss...

A wisp of energy came like a knife.

A few strands of hair fell from the ears, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the handsome face. The bright red liquid soon flowed down the cheek.

'Ye Wuyou' gently retracted his fingers, looked at Fang Ning with cold eyes, and said indifferently.

"Fang Ning, you disappoint me a little."

"If it weren't for your innate Taoist body, you could make a good furnace for me, you would have been a dead man."

"Remember, this won't happen again."

After doing all this, 'Ye Wuyou' turned his head gently and looked at himself outside the hall. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, and he was about to speak.

But a voice came faster.

"Kill him."

Along with Ye Wuyou's voice, a big hole suddenly appeared on his body in the hall, piercing through his body.

Xia Anmeng looked aloof and arrogant, stretched out his hand again, opened his five fingers slightly, and gently clenched them in front of him.

"Bang!"

The fake Ye Wuyou was crushed into dust without even saying a word.

Ye Wuyou then took a step and stepped gently into the hall.

Fang Ning's face was covered with bloodshot, and her eyes widened, looking at Ye Wuyou who didn't listen to her advice.

Her voice came with confusion.

"Why did you come in! I told you to get out!"

"This fake body can't be killed, and you will be attacked by the demon, you..."

Fang Ning stopped talking halfway through the voice.

The smaller blue-white demon still stayed where it was, as if it had never seen the three people who entered the hall, and turned a deaf ear to them.

Ye Wuyou looked as if he had expected it. He didn't even look at the green demon.

Instead, he looked at the constantly squirming dust.

The green demon is weird, a remnant of the avenue that has merged with flesh and blood.

Apart from the weird, the rest will be attacked by this demon.

What a coincidence.

The three of us in this group are not normal people!

My "ghost".

The fake "Xia Anmeng" created by the stone in the mirror, with only consciousness retained.

The little monk who is also weird.

No matter how weird the guy on the main seat is, Ye Wuyou is safe now.

"But, is this guy really unkillable?"

Following his questions, Xia Anmeng took action again, scattering the squirming dust again and again.

But no matter how many times they were scattered, the figure still slowly condensed.

Is this the weird mystery of "The Man in the Mirror"?

The mere ability to copy seems nothing to the real weirdness.

But being able to be immortal like this is disgusting...

"You need to use sealing techniques." Xia Anmeng reminded.

"Okay." Ye Wuyou nodded.

A few seconds later, Ye Wuyou turned around and said.

"You use it."

"I can't do it, and you can't do it either? I'm still waiting for you to take action."

The dust in front of his eyes suddenly condensed. Ye Wuyou did not hesitate and scattered the dust with a backhand knife.

But that extremely familiar voice came from a corner of the hall.

"Hehehe, what kind of knife are you swinging at a cloud of dust? Why, do I have to reshape your face?"

'Ye Wuyou''s body slowly condensed, but it was on the other side of the hall.

"Kill him." The real Ye Wuyou said.

It was still the same words as before.

Xia Anmeng nodded slightly and moved her toes.

The figure has already rushed in front of the opponent, and the energy is condensed.

But a voice came.

Those words seemed to have some kind of magic power, making Xia Anmeng's movements freeze slightly.

"Xia Anmeng, do you want to truly live?"

'Ye Wuyou' walked slowly, unhurriedly, with stern eyes, somewhat similar to Xia Anmeng's expression.

The two figures were very close to each other now.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Xia Anmeng, and then pointed at himself.

"Xia Anmeng, you, like me, are both the person in the mirror created by the legacy."

"None of us are real people. At best, we are half-weird beings."

"We live here, die here, and will eventually dissipate, because we are fakes."

'Ye Wuyou' said this, and he stretched out his hand gently, actually wanting to hold the other person's hand.

"boom!"

Xia Anmeng's eyes were cold and he didn't see any movement. Suddenly, the whole arm of 'Ye Wuyou' turned into powder.

He staggered slightly, but with a smile on his face, he continued.

"But aren't you curious about why I do these things, even if they don't seem to make any sense?"

Xia Anmeng looked indifferent and said coldly.

"Tell the important point."

The shattered hand slowly condensed at this moment. He opened his hand calmly, glanced around, and spoke with a smile.

"Because I have a way to truly survive, but the first step is to kill him!"

He stared at Xia Anmeng with a smile, and then pointed at Ye Wuyou.

"Xia Anmeng, kill him for me, and I will let you truly live."

"You know, a thousand years have passed outside, and the real you has turned into a remnant soul in the outside world and is living an ignoble existence."

Remnant soul?

Xia Anmeng's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, she turned her head and looked at Ye Wuyou.

"After a thousand years, I will be just a remnant soul?"

Ye Wuyou nodded lightly without further explanation.

When the fake Ye Wuyou heard these words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"Did you see, Xia Anmeng, he didn't even tell you the news."

"Look, he only sees you as a tool against his enemy, but I am different. We are all the same person."

"Xia Anmeng, I really like your current temperament. You are extremely aloof, extremely powerful, and incredibly beautiful. You are so good-looking. Compared to the lingering soul outside, you are the real Xia Anmeng."

"When you and I are truly resurrected, I will accompany you through every part of the world, climb to the top of the world, and put everything under our feet."

Xia Anmeng's proud expression froze slightly, and her cold eyes wavered for the first time.

'Ye Wuyou' beside him looked extremely gentle at the moment and spoke softly.

"Now, kill him for me, okay?"