My practice narration is weird

Han Yue stood there, with a look of bewilderment on her face.

She didn't know why she came here.

There was nothing around.

Ye Wuyou was invisible in her sight.

There was an invisible barrier between the living and the dead.

The living could see them, but they couldn't touch them, and they were just irrelevant spectators.

Although the young man next to her looked extraordinary, his eyes were extremely dull, and he just followed Han Yue silently.

It seemed that wherever she went, he would accompany her.

Ye Wuyou looked at this scene and seemed to recall Han Yue's words.

That man was her former Taoist partner?

The 26-year-old fifth-level sword cultivator might be only slightly less talented than Lu Caiwei, but Lu Caiwei also had Xia Anmeng's help.

But this sword cultivator died at the hands of Lu Qingshan.

But now, the fairy Han Yue, who had been killed by him, seemed to still have some consciousness in her eyes.

That man was like a puppet.

Is it because of the time of death?

Han Yue died not long ago, but the man has been dead for decades.

Soul and Dharma, the sound of the zither and sword.

This is one of the Dharma images that Ye Wuyou has mastered. When he saw Han Yue performing it before, he felt that this Dharma image was extraordinary.

Unfortunately, the other party was too weak and used the power of one person to activate the Dharma images of two people.

As for how to comprehend.

The mind moved.

The scene in front of him seemed to have changed in some way, and a sense of separation appeared in Ye Wuyou's mind.

Dense figures emerged from the fog, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

These figures were more illusory, not the existence of the dead like Han Yue, but more like the evolution of power in the Luo River.

The next moment, the dull-looking male swordsman's eyes had a little more spirit for no reason, but when he looked to the side, he saw Han Yue who was following closely beside him.

The scene in front of her made Han Yue's face change slightly, but soon, she stood in front of the male swordsman, stretched out her illusory hand, and grabbed the man tightly.

"They are here again, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here!" The woman's voice trembled, but her expression was very firm.

Ye Wuyou looked strange, because Han Yue clearly grabbed himself.

Now he has become a swordsman standing next to Han Yue.

Fortunately, he didn't become Han Yue... He would feel guilty if he did.

His hands moved unconsciously, and Ye Wuyou just felt that he should do this.

The sword shadow behind him turned from illusory to solid in an instant.

Is this the understanding of the Dharma?

The sword shadow went from solid to thousands of divisions, and a rain of swords fell from the sky.

The sound of the piano was repeated, the invisible force was pervasive, and the dense army collapsed in an instant.

Ye Wuyou had enlightenment in his eyes.

Is this the past?

But in the past, the swordsman's final outcome was death.

Until a more illusory figure appeared in front of the two, Ye Wuyou suddenly felt a strong desire to fight. This desire came from the sword cultivator, not him.

But Han Yue, who seemed to still have some consciousness, trembled.

Ye Wuyou saw Han Yue holding his arm tightly, trying to take him away.

But the desire to fight in his heart became more and more vigorous, and the sword shadows behind him were split again and again.

Ye Wuyou also wanted to try the limit of this Dharma phase.

The next moment.

Ye Wuyou looked stunned.

The male swordsman, who should have been so eager to fight that he could see the limit of the Dharma phase, relaxed for no reason, and the boiling desire to fight disappeared instantly.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou broke some connection with the man.

The thousands of sword shadows behind him suddenly dissipated, and then the man gently bent down, picked up the surprised person beside him, and fled without looking back.

Ye Wuyou stood outside the mist, stunned for a long time, and then watched them leave.

The swordsman obviously had the last killer move in his hand that had not evolved yet. Ye Wuyou felt a little sorry, but he also felt that this was acceptable.

He thought so.

But perhaps after a few years, as time passed, Han Yue here would lose his mind and everything like the other relics.

But at the moment, they really seemed like the immortal couple mentioned in the rivers and lakes.

He had a deeper understanding of the soul and Dharma image he had mastered, and at least knew the changes in the opponent's moves.

However, his strangeness and suspicion of Luohe became deeper and deeper.

Leaving a trace of the remaining soul of a person in this Luohe River, is this really a blessing for future generations?

It's like a cage of endless years.

The fog couldn't stop Ye Wuyou's gaze. Compared with other people who needed to quietly search for the Dharma image that suited them in this fog, Ye Wuyou could choose freely.

Although the scenery in Luohe has nothing to do with reality, the scenery here is very unique.

The mountains and rivers, the petals falling, the dense green forests, are like a paradise.

The remaining spirits did not fight with each other, nor did they have consciousness. Most of them stood there like wooden chickens.

Along the way, he saw many, many people who were left behind, most of whom had no consciousness.

Some people had a huge golden armored giant behind them.

Some people had a phantom short figure behind them.

Some people had a pot, bowl, or pan? This is really strange.

But most of them are nothing more than the following.

Swords, guns, sticks, and clubs.

Dragons, snakes, tigers, and phoenixes.

The magical powers contained in each are different.

The one Dharma image that Ye Wuyou saw and felt most strongly was another old man with a dragon and snake Dharma image, in addition to the shadow of the swordsman with the zither.

The old man closed his eyes, stood as still as a pine tree, and stepped on the cliff.

Ye Wuyou stopped and looked at the soul of the old man with a master's demeanor in front of him. He felt that he could choose this person to comprehend.

Ye Wuyou didn't know what his Dharma image should be in the future. After all, what he cultivated was extremely complicated. Although they were all first-class magical skills, they were not systematic.

You thought I was a swordsman, but I actually performed sword moves.

You thought I performed sword moves, but I actually knew illusion...

He felt that there was no need to be too particular about the Dharma image. As long as he didn't condense a barren one in the future, Ye Wuyou could accept the rest.

Ye Wuyou concentrated his mind and wanted to comprehend the Dharma image of the old man.

But the scene in front of him was extremely unexpected.

The old man who stood there like a rock with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at a certain place.

A little cold light came first.

Then the spear came out like a dragon.

The female general, wearing armor and looking heroic, held a spear and nailed it to the ground in front of the old man.

The woman raised her eyebrows and pointed her mouth towards the mountain without saying anything.

But her meaning was clearly expressed.

Get out.

The old man shook his head slightly and looked at him with disdain.

Then he jumped off the cliff.

Ye Wuyou looked at it blankly.

After doing all this, the woman sat on the cliff leisurely, her legs swaying gently, and the red tasseled spear stood beside her.

She gently took out a book from somewhere and then read it with full concentration.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the handwriting on it very clearly.

It was a book about the emperor's uncle.

This chapter won't be long, at most three chapters, just to lay the groundwork, it might be a little bland, and then it's the last dungeon in the capital.