My practice narration is weird

Several eyes stared deeply at the figure in the Dharma Appearance White Tower.

In fact, as they are in the third realm of this group, as long as the soul is immortal, they themselves will not die, but this does not mean that the physical body is unimportant.

But right now, Ye Wuyou's left arm is gone, his meridians are severed, and his energy is flowing out.

It’s just three realms.

It's not dead yet?

"Refined him." Mr. Song said.

He only wanted the dead Xu Qingyuan.

The figure on the side should have claimed it, holding the seal in his hand and controlling the pagoda's appearance.

Dharma is born out of the soul, but it contains magical powers.

The key to why the Middle Three Realms are called great magical powers is that the changes in their "magical powers" have surpassed the traceable moves of the Lower Three Realms.

Illusive feelings condensed into substance.

The fire becomes a blade, and the ice becomes a spike.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent and stretched out his hand to do something.

But feeling the Qi flowing freely from his fingertips, he shook his head slightly.

Since the qi machine will not be able to be lifted for a while, we can only use something else.

ghost.

Or it is the Dharma that is born out of the soul.

It is possible to cast the Dharma form without the Qi machine, but it is too expensive to rely entirely on the stimulation of the soul, and the Dharma form cannot be attached with additional magical powers.

But the Dharma is essentially a magical power.

The fire burned, the ice bitten.

Ye Wuyou gently closed his eyes, slowly raised his only remaining arm, and made a simple seal with one hand.

The phantom of the piano and sword phantomed behind him.

next moment.

A shadow is no longer just a shadow.

The feeling of enlightenment in Luo He quickly became everything to him at this moment.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the sound of the sword is clear and resounding.

The already solidified Qin and Sword spells surrounded him, breaking the flames and melting the ice.

“What’s the meaning of the word qin?”

He chanted softly in a low voice, but his voice came out of the pagoda along with the sound of the piano.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou's music was perfected.

Click, click...

A crisp cracking sound came.

The solemn Dharma Appearance Pagoda collapsed at this moment.

A person in the sky looked stunned, he didn't understand.

Not to mention that the boy is only in the three realms, how can he condense the complete Dharma?

I am clearly in the fifth realm, the Dharma of the five realms.

But at this moment, he was defeated by the opponent's Dharma.

"Okay, what a strong voice!"

"No, how could he have a Dharma form, how could he have such a strong sound realm!"

"It's ridiculous. How could Xu Qingyuan have music skills? I've never seen him before."

The words only lasted for a moment. The next moment, Mr. Song showed murderous intent in his eyes and took action himself.

The nine-foot golden body crashed down.

But in front of that "broken" figure, it seemed to be still.

"Elder Song, do it quickly. You can't be kind at this moment." Someone kindly reminded him.

They were afraid that Mr. Song was thinking about his old relationship with Xu Qingyuan.

Mr. Song frowned, not knowing how to answer.

Can't see it, can't feel it.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were dull, and his blue body was in front of him, raising his arms high to support the huge golden body.

The power of ghosts is directly proportional to erosion.

Theoretically, if Ye Wuyou ignored all the erosion, he could even make [Ghost] regain some of its former power.

Just like the terrifying demon god I once saw on the sea.

Where other people's eyes cannot reach, Ye Wuyou's body is turning into a faint blue bit by bit.

However, through the comprehension of Tianyan a few days ago, a lot of the erosion had subsided, and it began to spread rapidly again in an instant.

Ye Wuyou raised his head slightly and finally stared at the three remaining figures in the sky.

Fingers lightly hooked.

One, two, three...

How many ghost hands are there?

In Ye Wuyou's sight, the dark and dim sky was almost filled with blue for an instant.

The ghost hands intertwined with each other like a giant blue net.

The three great supernatural powers with powerful auras were like tiny flies in a spider web at this moment.

And what will be the cost of the erosion caused by all this?

In the past, Ye Wuyou used ghost hands to eat, but since then he has continued to use the power of ghosts due to various changes.

But how long did it take to go round and round and hit the limits of erosion?

half a year.

And now?

It’s just ten breaths.

After ten breaths, Ye Wuyou's body will be completely eroded and turned into a ghost.

But he didn't care at all at the moment.

What is the body?

It's just erosion.

The first breath passed quietly.

Second breath.

In Mr. Song's eyes, all this was as normal as usual, with no changes in the surroundings.

But after all, he had great supernatural powers, and the strong sense of crisis in his mind caused the three of them to react.

The third breath.

Meaningless.

As soon as the two remaining Five Realm cultivators made a move, their bodies were pierced by countless ghost hands from all directions.

The soul wants to escape, but weirdness is the most powerful thing to defeat the soul.

The fourth breath.

Only Mr. Song's eyes were wide-eyed at this moment, and the golden body of the Dharma had appeared around him. The ghost hands attacked crazily, but failed.

Ye Wuyou sighed.

That is really a very powerful dharma image. It does not seem to have any particularly outstanding magical powers, but it is capable of both offense and defense. No wonder it can be used as a protector.

The fifth breath.

"Xu Qingyuan!" Mr. Song's tone finally changed. He was no longer as calm and arrogant as before, but had strong emotional fluctuations.

"You are only in the third realm! Why! Is this your weirdness? If that's all, why didn't I notice it before?"

The words were full of questioning.

Old Song knew about weirdness. He had been with Xu Qingyuan for many years, although he didn't know what Xu Qingyuan had mastered.

But he also roughly guessed that it was not a lethal weirdness.

But now, everything overturned his cognition.

Ye Wuyou didn't respond immediately, he just looked down at his body.

The right eyeball trembled wildly. It was just a weird thing, just containing a trace of the avenue.

Facing this increasingly deep erosion, the emotion coming from the right eye was fear.

The erosion was really thorough.

The dark blue skin was moving up little by little until Ye Wuyou's neck, mouth corners, and head.

Then, he looked at the ghost standing in front of him, facing him, and spoke lightly.

"Why is the wreckage of the avenue so useless?"

When did I not know when there was an object in my hand.

It was a needle, no, it was a nail.

But if you look closely, you will find that the nail is made of some kind of bone.

Fish bone.

There was once a big fish with the strangeness of [Forgotten].

This is the second strangeness.

"Since it is a thorn in the eye, then go to the place where it should be." He said softly.

The tenth breath.

Then, he held the thorn in the eye with his fingertips and stabbed it into his right eye fiercely.

The pupil of the right eye suddenly contracted at this moment, and in the sight, the sharp edges enlarged a little bit, and then touched the thin film of the eyelid, easily pierced, and then the eyeball...

Blood and eye pulp burst out of the eye socket, and the face that was already stained with blood turned half of the cheeks into a deep red.

For a moment, Song Lao's eyes were a little dull.

The face suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably and crazily.

The sight of the right eye disappeared in an instant, and fell into a thick darkness.

The owner of Tianji Tower once said that if you try to merge with two weird things in the middle third realm, you will definitely die.

Ye Wuyou felt that the owner of Tianji Tower was wrong.

Tianji Tower is a poor place.

Starting from the right eye, Ye Wuyou's face seemed to have countless twisted things twitching constantly, as if something was going to break through the skin and drill out of the body.

But on the body, the dark blue erosion began to fade away at this moment, madly fading away.

The face that was originally calm was now twisted and distorted by twitching and turned into various strange and deformed expressions.

At this time, he looked at Song Lao, who looked a little stunned, and responded to the previous question calmly with that twisted face.

"You just said that I am only in the third realm?"

The voice was with a hint of smile.

"I am at the peak of the third realm."

"Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?"

The next moment.

In the middle third realm, if you try to merge with two weird things, you will definitely die.

The Tianji Tower Master was actually right.

Ye Wuyou was stunned and fell to the ground.

He died on the spot.