My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou didn't leave.

Of course he didn't leave.

Xu Qingyuan's [Retrospection] can change everything, even death.

Although there is no way of knowing what kind of strangeness this blue-robed Taozi harbors, it is obvious that his role is the same as Xu Qingyuan.

These are all constraints on Lu Qingshan.

How could Ye Wuyou leave this guy alone?

Since he has already killed Xu Qingyuan, he doesn't mind killing Zhang Shixuan again.

Ghosts are absolutely [invisible].

The weird abilities are different, but there is no distinction between strength and weakness. Apart from weird versus weird, there is almost no solution.

Since there is no solution, there is no strength or weakness.

In the past, when Ye Wuyou used [Ghost], he usually used the differentiated ghost hands. Most of the opponents he faced were at a much higher level than himself, so the effect was not that good.

But facing this strange Taoist Zhang Shixuan, it was a single blow. The huge vortex of energy directly destroyed the physical body and the soul together.

By the way, even the door of the palace was destroyed, and the bricks and tiles of the eaves collapsed, sealing the main hall.

But it's more than that.

Zhang Shixuan's death was only secondary. What was really important was the remains of the avenue on the other party's body.

The other party is not as special as Xu Qingyuan. Everything about Xu Qingyuan has been left in the past through [retrospection]. I wonder if we can meet again in the future.

And the ruins of this man's avenue are right here.

Ye Wuyou's eyes flashed, and invisible ghost hands filled the surrounding area, trying to catch the phantom.

Only then did he clearly see what the strangeness looked like.

A coffin? Or a wooden box?

Black shadows lingered, and waves of unknown and strange auras emanated. There was originally a human figure on it, but it seemed that the figure disappeared with Zhang Shixuan's death.

But no matter what it was, Ye Wuyou made his choice.

Weirdness can be killed, but it cannot be eliminated. Over time, it will appear anywhere in the world.

As long as this weirdness is completely crushed, all Daxuan's so-called plans will become empty talk.

Buzz…

From the moment Ye Wuyou's figure was revealed to the moment he beheaded Zhang Shixuan, it took almost only a moment.

But when Ye Wuyou's ghost hand touched the phantom, several blue ghost hands that spread over suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared?

No, the blue ghost hand seemed to have been chewed, and its roots were broken.

The shadow like a coffin is now melting into the ground like spring water.

Countless Tao Qi machines emerged from the collapsed palace door.

Several powerful Qi machines were still coming from behind.

The leader was the old man in gray robe, with fierceness and ferocity in his eyes.

He never expected that Ye Wuyou would not leave in front of everyone, but instead returned to the place without any notice and killed Zhang Shixuan.

As for Ye Wuyou, who had done all this, invisible ghost hands spread out and grabbed the frightened maid tightly.

Of course, Ye Wuyou would not listen to the narrator and kill everyone.

But it's not as if he and Lu Qingshan and Lu Caiwei are all acquaintances and friends, and they will act out the bitter love drama of Ye Wuyou.

Because there is no use in talking too much.

The only thing he has to do is to change his identity!

Before that, he was even willing to ignore everyone he knew.

So he needs to take this maid with him, and he needs to know everything about Xu Qingyuan!

The two figures disappeared again and left quickly.

Ye Wuyou didn't know what the weirdness was, but no matter what, as long as he killed Zhang Shixuan, his efforts would not be in vain.

After all, no matter how the weirdness restricts Lu Qingshan, will the weirdness that no one can control still have the same effect as before?

"Xu Qingyuan!"

The gray-robed old man, Mr. Song, let out a hoarse roar at this moment.

But immediately, his eyes showed solemnity, and he stared at the place where Zhang Shixuan died just now.

A group of black spots suddenly appeared on the ground, like a group of dark ink spots on a white scroll.

And now, the ink dot is expanding.

The solemn look in Mr. Song's eyes eventually turned into fear, then unwillingness and anger.

Before, he didn't know what was strange about Xu Qingyuan, and he was even afraid of Xu Qingyuan, who only had four realms.

But he understands the weirdness of Zhang Shixuan.

But it is precisely because of understanding that I feel unwilling and angry.

Immediately, he turned around and left quickly with a few people.

The speed of Six Realm Tianquan was extremely terrifying, and his figure suddenly exploded in mid-air, like thunder.

But no matter what, it can't outrun the spreading speed of the black.

Zhu Yan's body was thrown out of the hall, and a passage was opened.

The people in the palace had not had time to pay attention to everything outside the palace just now, mainly because of Zhu Yan's existence.

But no matter how tyrannical Zhu Yan is, he will still be unable to withstand the siege of countless strong men here.

Lu Qingshan slowly walked out of the hall, his eyes a little gray and lifeless, holding a... human skin in his hand.

[Thousands of people and thousands of faces]

Countless faces change rapidly on that face, and ordinary people will get lost in it after just one glance.

There was a sudden force in his palm, and Lu Qingshan's body trembled slightly.

But he finally let go of his hand and used some method to put away the [Thousand People and Thousand Faces], at least it disappeared from everyone's eyes.

it's dark.

The clear sky, where the sun was still shining just now, turned dark in an instant.

There seemed to be a black curtain in the sky.

There seemed to be clouds and black mist floating on it.

On the screen, the mass of ink continued to expand until... it covered the entire screen.

The black soil stretched for nearly a hundred miles between breaths.

The ground seemed to be stained with a layer of black mark, which was very light but could not be removed.

Lu Qingshan stared at the changes around him, and then spoke softly after a moment.

"Your Taoist sect has a Taoist scripture inheritance. Does it record this phenomenon?"

The old man from the Taoist sect stroked his beard briefly, his eyes revealed thoughts, and then he pondered.

"If I remember correctly, this strange place is called the Gate of Hell."

gate of hell?

Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly, his voice indifferent.

"Gate of Hell? Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it the Coffin of Tricks? Can Mr. Lu notice that this thing does not seem to be dangerous, but it just seals up countless realms with no way in or out?"

The old man of Daozong looked solemnly and spoke slowly.

"All this was caused by the man named Xu Qingyuan. He killed the Daxuan Daozi, which caused the weirdness to go out of control. Otherwise, this ban would not have stretched for hundreds of miles."

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, with a chuckle in his words.

"Yes, originally I was just targeting Lu alone."

The old man of Daozong was stunned for a moment, then became speechless.

There are many powerful people in the imperial city.

There are many people in Yuheng in the fifth realm, and there is also a master of the Sword Sect in Tianquan in the sixth realm.

"Is this place only accessible?"

They don't think so.

The crowd, which had been previously disturbed by the successive incidents, now began to try to break the ban here under the leadership of the Sword Sect leader.

You can't stay here forever, right?

Lu Qingshan didn't try.

He just looked around calmly.

Then slowly, little by little, he walked to a slightly remote place, and finally leaned on the broken steps beside him and slowly sat down.

There were roars one after another in the sky.

The sword energy was divided into thousands, mixed with the magical powers of countless people around it, and struck the black curtain covering the sky again and again.

The moves of the master of the Sword Sect are still very intimidating, and their power and momentum can be said to be the pinnacle of Dayan's current swordsmanship.

The roaring sound could be heard within a hundred miles.

but……

Quiet.

so quiet.

Lu Qingshan couldn't hear this shocking sound at all.

His eyes were calm, so calm that they were full of deathly silence.

There seemed to be no focus within the pupils, and his vision randomly diverged and swept forward.

What is Lu Qingshan thinking?

He himself didn't know what to think about right now.

But there was a feeling of fatigue in my heart, a fatigue that had not appeared in more than thirty years.

"Tired." He said softly.

The life of his junior brother hangs by a thread, no, it is already doomed.

The life and death of his only descendant, Ye Wuyou, is uncertain.

But he is probably still alive, probably.

Otherwise, why would Tian Yan see that scene?

It’s good to be alive, it’s good to be alive.

Now that things have happened, Lu Qingshan thinks of the scene he saw in Tianyan again.

But now, it seems that everything has nothing to do with authenticity.

Lu Qingshan was thinking like this, and for no reason, another question appeared in his mind.

He has been thinking about a question that can even be called an inner demon.

Is Dayan really important to me?

Is the current Great Inflammation still important?

When he was thinking about this issue, the illusory figure behind him seemed to lower his head slightly at this moment.

The invisible gaze slowly focused on Lu Qingshan.