My practice narration is weird

The peak of Yaoguang in the Three Realms.

It is only one step away from the opening of the Yangtze River in the four realms.

This is Ye Wuyou's current state.

The time is too short. I just walked out of Luohe today, so I should have understood something.

But he never stopped for a moment.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm, and his figure stepped on the blue ghost hand and swept over and over again.

The hidden ghost hand seemed to have turned into a bridge for Ye Wuyou to walk in the air. However, in the eyes of others, this scene was extremely unreasonable.

When will we be able to fly in the air in the lower three realms?

The peak of Yaoguang in the Three Realms.

It is only one step away from the opening of the Yangtze River in the four realms.

This is Ye Wuyou's current state.

The magical power is like rain falling, and the radiance of vitality is blooming in the imperial city that is gradually shrouded in night.

The remaining four people did not hesitate any more. At this moment, Mr. Song did not care about covering up this place anymore, but completely released his breath.

He admitted that Xu Qingyuan was a bit weird both in terms of brains and strength. No wonder he was so rampant in the sect and no one provoked him.

But that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants.

The nine-foot golden body appeared in the sky like a giant.

In addition, there are three slightly smaller Dharma images appearing at the same time.

Jade-faced Rakshasa, tempered spear, nine-story pagoda.

One against four?

The right eye flashed with a strange light, and the scarlet color seemed to be pushed to the extreme.

One or two, three or four...

Countless figures of Ye Wuyou suddenly appeared in the sky.

They were in different shapes, either with their hands on their waists and laughing loudly, or with their arms folded across their chests and looking coldly at them, but all of them had a flickering energy.

Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

This is illusion.

"Xu Qingyuan, do you think this illusion will be useful to me? How ridiculous!"

Ye Wuyou's words came from all directions at the same time, with crazy banter.

"Do you really think this is an illusion? Old man, you have been fooled!"

Um?

Mr. Song was stunned. Could this be his real body?

next moment.

The golden body of Dharma swept across all directions.

Countless figures disintegrated like ice and snow.

"This damn thing is just an illusion!" Mr. Song roared angrily.

Except for one Ye Wuyou, the rest are just illusions.

The familiar sword move came again, which was a fusion of Jian Qifeng Lei and Zhou Xuanyuan's magical power that completely locked onto the opponent.

The person targeted was not Mr. Song, but another man from the Fifth Realm.

But this man was not as weak up close as the previous formation master. He laughed angrily at this moment, swept his spell, and punched directly in front of him.

And the sword light that emerged from [Concealment] was finally revealed in front of his eyes.

Neither Ye Wuyou nor the men in the Fifth Realm held back the slightest bit, completely ignoring their own protection, and instead used all their strength to kill each other.

"Idiot! Vulgar warrior! He has so many lives! How can you trade with him!" Mr. Song roared.

A joyful smile appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

The body has been dyed blood red, and the bright red color continues to flow out along the blood vessels and meridians without the need for others to do anything at this moment.

Zhao Changhe had never used this level of "blood burning" before.

Forcibly raising Qi is not seeking death.

Severe pain came from every acupuncture point on the body, but every bit of Qi squeezed out was integrated into the knife in his hand.

This was the most powerful sword strike he had ever made since he started practicing.

Rumble——

That punch hit Ye Wuyou's chest straight, and his energy blossomed, and he stabbed directly through him.

But this knife also effectively cut the man and the spear in half.

The ghost's ghostly hand caught the soul that was trying to escape, and then wrapped it around Ye Wuyou.

【Hidden】

"You can't run away!"

The Dharma-Phase Jade-faced Rakshasa jumped out and grabbed the spot where Ye Wuyou had just disappeared.

Along with a muffled groan, blood mist exploded in the sky.

At the same time, the last remaining pagoda expanded several times, directly covering the empty space, and then roared to the ground.

The pagoda emits dazzling light, but even so, the three of them can still see the figure trapped inside.

Mr. Song stared intently.

Everything the other party showed was obviously the strength at the peak of the Three Realms, but with that weird method, he brought everything to the extreme.

Whether it's illusion, or his seemingly invisible weirdness, and his words that disturb people's minds and lead to errors in judgment.

He is a genius at fighting in every possible way.

Is Xu Qingyuan such a guy?

Ye Wuyou was half-kneeling in it. Great pressure was constantly coming from the surroundings. Along with the pressure, there were also constant changes in the environment, from hot to cold.

One moment I felt like I was being burned by fire, and the next moment I felt like I was in an ice cave.

Rapid breathing sounded.

Ye Wuyou's pupils were almost dilated, not because of the pressure around him, but because he was about to die.

The heart had been completely destroyed by that punch, along with its countless meridians.

[Flesh and Blood Rebirth] is still repairing itself tenaciously, but it is a bit slow, and the pain is real.

Maybe if it takes a long time, even if the heart is punctured, it can be recovered.

But pain is pain, and it is pain that cannot be ignored.

The meridians were severed, the heart was destroyed, and the left arm was shattered, but it was still repairing itself.

Blood continued to overflow, and granulation sprouted faintly.

The feeling coming from Ye Wuyou at this moment was undoubtedly like the life of ten thousand knives.

It was obvious that if he just let go of his worries and let Bai Lu die for him once, everything would be almost reversed and restored to normal.

Ye Wuyou, who was half-kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up, holding the trembling blade in his right hand, and straightened up little by little.

Ye Wuyou lowered his head and hummed to himself.

"No, the taste of that fox is too wonderful, and the feeling of its tail wrapping my whole body is indescribable... I really can't bear to let it go."

"Besides..."

The fifth and sixth realms are really difficult to fight. Obviously, when the remnant soul was there before, everything seemed very simple.

He suddenly missed the taste of the remnant soul.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were as bright as a last ray of light at this moment, and he slowly raised his head.

His body trembled constantly due to the pressure from the surroundings, and his bones creaked, but his right hand was firmly and straight holding the knife.

Through the white pagoda Dharma image, the blade pointed to the sky above, where the three people had gathered faintly.

He laughed loudly, looking extremely happy.

"What is the fifth realm? What is the sixth realm? What is the Dharma image? Five against one and two were killed. Do you know how to play?

I'll tell you old guys, I'm the young master."

The voice paused slightly.

Then mixed with a mouthful of blood, it came out vaguely.

"I, invincible without me!"

The breath was still extremely rampant.

The next moment.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were blurred and no longer focused.

His figure finally couldn't stop falling backwards.

The right hand holding the knife suddenly paused slightly, and then the blade went down to support the ground.

The figure that should have fallen down condensed slightly, then stopped, and stood calmly in place.

Ye Wuyou's expression was neither sad nor happy, and his eyes gently swept across the piercing wound in front of him and the empty left arm.

The pain that was better than lingchi continued to attack every part of his body, every meridian, and every acupoint.

But his eyes were still very calm, and he didn't even tremble.

As if he didn't care about it at all.

He shook his head slightly and sighed lightly with a tone of indifference.

"It's just a minor injury."