My practice narration is weird

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The nine-foot golden body smashed the ground crazily.

It was as if he wanted to crush the figure to ashes.

Ye Wuyou's figure quickly wandered around the shattering, his expression neither sad nor happy.

His right eyeball was shining again at this moment.

But the pupil was not as smart as before.

Deep in the eyeball, if you take it out, you can vaguely see the existence of a fishbone nail.

The injuries on his body have recovered a lot at this moment.

Except for the broken arm that is still emitting granulations and has not grown completely, everything else seems to have recovered.

He died once just now.

Although he stood up again quickly.

But that was an inevitable death, and he didn't even feel a trace of resistance.

"What a pity, it's just a minor injury, not fatal." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

The dark blue ghost hand stretched out, but after a moment, it still returned without success.

After all, the ghost is [hidden]. The power of the ghost hand alone is good for unexpected sneak attacks, but it is difficult to really hurt the opponent when facing the Six Realms Tianquan who has been prepared for a long time.

It is not that there is no gain. The ghost hand can indeed affect and injure the Dharma.

But it is undoubtedly a bit stupid and wasteful to fight against the Dharma at the cost of the ghost's own erosion.

The sword and the zither continue to attack the nine-zhang golden body.

Ding Dingdangdang——

The nine-zhang golden body still stands in the same place, and there seems to be a look of anger on the blurred face.

In the final analysis, the gap between realms is always an insurmountable gap.

Whether it is the fourth realm or the fifth realm, they only have the most important soul and Dharma than the lower three realms.

Even in Ye Wuyou's mind, the gap between the fourth realm and the fifth realm is not as huge as imagined.

At least there is no essential difference.

The sixth realm seems to be different.

Ye Wuyou kept dodging, with thoughts in his calm eyes.

From the first realm to the fifth realm, they are Yinyuan, Dongming... until Yuheng.

The names are different.

But the titles of the sixth realm and even the upper three realms have something in common.

The sixth realm Tianquan, the seventh realm Tianji, the eighth realm Tianxuan, the ninth realm Tianshu...

The golden body suddenly punched Ye Wuyou, accompanied by several different lights, which were different magical powers displayed in an instant.

His figure fell heavily to the ground, and Ye Wuyou's face was still calm, but his hand suddenly exerted force and pinched a piece of gravel under him.

The gravel turned into powder, and the blood that surged from his throat was also forcibly suppressed.

At this moment, Song Lao was high in the sky, and his figure deliberately kept a certain distance from Ye Wuyou.

He had completely understood.

Although Song Lao could not detect the [Ghost] and could not sense the ghost hand, after several fights, he also figured out some tricks.

It seems that the farther the distance, the weaker the power?

Although Ye Wuyou had once before, he felt a strong sense of life and death crisis in his mind, but Old Song knew that using strange power would come at a price.

Ye Wuyou couldn't use it a second time.

His Qi realm was not as good as his, his Dharma image was not as good as his, and the strangeness he controlled was also explored by him.

"Xu Qingyuan, I want to see how many lives you have left!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the attack at this moment was not just from the nine-foot golden Dharma image.

Two attack talismans, a jade plate, and two bluestone sculptures.

Dharma weapon...

Old Song's eyes were clear and his expression was indifferent.

He had completely made the wisest decision.

The Dharma image and the golden body fought with the opponent at close range, and he only used the magic power to attack from a long distance, almost saturated, and absolutely did not take any risk.

When Ye Wuyou dodged a magic attack, he was hit by a punch from the golden body again.

"Xu Qingyuan, even if you have mastered the art of music, how can you defeat me with your Dharma image!"

The Dharma image of the zither and sword was smashed to pieces by the nine-foot golden body.

Ye Wuyou wiped the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be a little more realization in his calm eyes.

He seemed to have been thinking about something.

Now he finally had an idea.

Dharma image...

What should my Dharma image be?

Sword courage and zither heart, zither and sword in harmony.

Although I can use it easily, it is also a twin Dharma image with great power and many changes.

But it is not mine after all.

It is just the Dharma image taken from Han Yue and the swordsman through the "Nu Xiang Xin Jing".

"What is my Dharma image?"

A ray of scorching sun appeared in my mind.

Hope?

But then, Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, leaned back slightly, and only one arm was left leaning forward, and a punch collided with the attacking golden body Dharma image.

The already tattered sleeves were completely shattered, and the flesh and skin that had just recovered a little bit now surged like waves.

Ye Wuyou's figure flew backwards again, and his breath became weaker.

As the last of the six realms, Song Lao's methods were obviously much better than the others.

In order to be safe, he did not go down in person, but controlled the Dharma image from a distance.

Ye Wuyou could feel that he was heading towards death step by step.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and gently pointed with his broken arm.

Countless ghost hands entangled the Dharma image, and it could not move for a while.

At the same time, he fell into [Hidden].

One ghost hand after another appeared under his feet, and Ye Wuyou stepped on them and climbed to the highest sky step by step.

He finally stood above the imperial city.

"What hope do I need?" He asked to himself.

What does it mean that all living beings have no form?

All living beings need hope because they are weak, experience difficulties, and suffer setbacks.

And below me, they are all living beings.

Nothing can defeat me, and no difficulty can stop me.

I have never felt despair, so why should I pursue hope.

Why would I need such foolish things?

Since the scorching sun can be condensed as a Dharma image, why can't it condense other things?

The pupil of the right eye seemed to be absent-minded at this moment, staring at a certain place.

His eyes were stunned, as if dead.

In Ye Wuyou's sight, the shadow of the second imperial city appeared faintly.

Or, a second world appeared.

He saw very far away for a while.

Hmm?

It seems that someone came in from the distant horizon?

It's really strange. Obviously, this place in the imperial city is already a forbidden place where only entry and exit are allowed. Is there anyone stupid enough to come in?

The voice came.

"Xu Qingyuan! Do you think I can't find you?"

Old Song shouted softly, and then the Qi Qi was surging, and countless magical powers were scattered.

It's just invisible, but it still has a physical body.

Hearing the voice, Ye Wuyou's eyes no longer looked at the horizon, but looked at Old Song.

There was a stinging feeling in his eyes.

A wisp of blood flowed from his pupils, and the double image in Ye Wuyou's eyes seemed to disappear.

The magical power appeared in front of him, and a huge wave of thunder and explosion broke out.

Ye Wuyou was covered in blood, and his figure staggered back from the air and appeared.

But he still stretched out his hand with a calm look, as if he wanted to perform something.

In his sight, the dark sky and the ground full of ruins seemed to have some kind of overlap.

Crack, crack...

It was like a sound of something breaking.

This sound did not come from the outside world, but from the body.

The sound of breaking through the realm.

At the moment when Ye Wuyou realized and found his own Dharma image, the gully separating the lower three realms from the middle three realms seemed to be crossed in an instant.

This may be why Fang Ning, Zhou Xuanyuan, Lu Caiwei and others were able to advance to the fourth realm as soon as they stepped out of Luohe.

Because they realized themselves early.

The fourth realm opened the sun, the qi was endless, and the soul seemed strong enough to leave the body!

But...

The power was exhausted in an instant, and Ye Wuyou's eyes were stunned.

He seemed to have no power to display this so-called Dharma image.

Ye Wuyou frowned.

"It turns out that the sun that symbolizes hope is not without power, but it is simply unable to display it."

Powerful magical powers, but unable to use them.

It's like guarding a mountain of gold, but you can only watch and not use any of it.

How could Ye Wuyou accept it?

When those magical powers, mixed with the power of the magic weapon, attacked again, Ye Wuyou finally took out something.

A soul flag.

It was given to him by Lu Qingshan from a certain sect. It seemed to be a treasure accumulated by that sect for countless years.

"Soul Banner? The aura in it... Xu Qingyuan, what have you done in the past six months?" A trace of fear appeared in Old Song's eyes.

Soul Banner is simple and difficult.

To put it simply and crudely, Soul Banner is inseparable from killing.

And the Soul Banner in Ye Wuyou's hand...

As the foundation of a sect, it is naturally indispensable.

It is precisely because of this that the sect was destroyed by Lu Qingshan, and it should be so.

The magical power was barely resisted by the ghost, and Ye Wuyou's aura became weaker.

Old Song looked gloomy, staring at Ye Wuyou, frowning.

"You want to use this thing to fight against me? Ha, it's ridiculous."

Ye Wuyou shook his head, looking at the Soul Banner, showing deep compassion.

The voice came calmly.

"Although there is no distinction between good and evil in magic, how could I possibly use such a lowly tool and magical power?"

"When I held this soul flag, I could hear the wailing and screaming for help inside."

"After all, I am not a demon."

Old Song frowned when he heard this.

After your previous actions, is it really appropriate to say that you are not a demon?

You did say a few human words before you died.

Ye Wuyou's words revealed a sincere and unpretentious pain, and then he gently threw the soul flag out.

"Explode."

The soul flag shattered in an instant.

Countless refined residual souls scattered in an instant, some of them floated in the same place with a dazed look, and some fled quickly and scattered everywhere.

The next moment.

Countless ghost hands grabbed all the debris without leaving a single one, and devoured them in an instant.

In the eyes of outsiders, all this was that the imprisoned souls had just escaped, and then they disappeared completely in pain one by one.

The sudden scene made Song Lao's eyes widen. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Ye Wuyou, and shouted angrily.

"You are so soul-devouring, and you still say you are not a demon!"

Song Lao's heart suddenly surged with great pride.

He is now punishing evil and eliminating evil, eliminating demons and defending the way!

Ye Wuyou didn't know what the other party was thinking, he just felt very comfortable at the moment.

The countless years of accumulation of a sect, countless residual souls were devoured, and transformed into a majestic aura through the "Wu Xiang Xin Jing" to fill the whole body.

This power surpassed everything, surpassing countless residual souls of Xia Anmeng.

It was like endless.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes to enjoy all this, and then spoke softly.

"How could that be? These creatures have already died. I am sending them to transcendence."

"This is a great kindness."

Then, he said nothing more.

The overlapping shadows of heaven and earth in his eyes finally pushed a little bit again.

The aura that was about to make Ye Wuyou explode and die disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The only remaining broken arm waved gently in front of him, and the palm was calmly spread out.

Then, the palm turned over and pressed down hard.

What is the Dharma image.

Since the scorching sun can be condensed as a Dharma image.

Why can't the heaven and earth be a Dharma image.

This is not the real heaven and earth, but it is a piece of heaven and earth condensed by what Ye Wuyou thought in his heart.

"The earth carries all things, the sky hangs images, take materials from the earth, and take the law from the sky." He chanted.

The Dharma image of heaven and earth.

The heaven and earth turned up in an instant.

The magical powers that were rushing towards him, those magic tools, and the figure of Old Song.

Disappeared without a trace in an instant.

They lost their direction and their goals.

Old Song's figure kept turning in the air, falling to the ground, and then falling from the ground into the air as if falling from a high altitude.

Within ten miles, the pavilions and towers on the ground collapsed one after another, and the broken walls and ruins floated up as if they were weightless.

Ten miles away, it was calm.

"That's all?" Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

This range is not even the imperial city.

He walked towards Old Song, who was lying on the ground and his figure was constantly squeezed.

In Ye Wuyou's sight, the sky and the earth overlapped.

And what was squeezed in it was Old Song's golden body that was still struggling to support.

Bang.

The body shattered.

Ye Wuyou walked over, very slowly.

Previously, the injuries that had been almost recovered by Bai Lu's life were now all revealed on Ye Wuyou.

Every step faintly stepped on a trace of blood.

Old Song was trembling at this moment, trying to get up, but it was as if a mountain was pressing on him, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

The ghost hand pierced his body and took out the soul.

"What kind of magical power is this?" Old Song gritted his teeth.

"Dharma form." Ye Wuyou responded calmly.

"Dharma form? Impossible, I didn't see your Dharma form!" Old Song asked the same question as Ye Wuyou.

"The Dharma form is here." It was still the same answer.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm, and he didn't say anything more to him.

If there is no great opportunity, even he can't use this Dharma form for the second time.

What kind of power does one have to have to freely control this Dharma form?

The upper three realms?

But in the end, Ye Wuyou seemed to think of something, and he asked the weak soul a question.

"Since you are going to die, have you seen it?"

The soul stared for a long time, and finally said silently.

"You... you are not Xu Qingyuan?"

The next moment, the soul devoured it.

"Foolish people, only when facing death can they see the truth."

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed compassion, and he stood there calmly.

At this moment, the sky was full of stars, the surroundings were silent, and there was no figure in front of him.

He was about to take a step, but then he felt something.

He paused, and then his body leaned back slightly.

The sword was silent at first, but then thunder came out.

This was the magical move that Ye Wuyou was most familiar with.

The figure and the sword move almost brushed past Ye Wuyou's body.

Full of murderous intent.

He looked forward, looking at the sword-holding girl whose eyes had lost their former coldness and were now faintly red.

For some reason, a smile appeared on Ye Wuyou's always calm face.

He knew that in Lu Caiwei's eyes at this moment, he was the one who killed Ye Wuyou.

But he would not bother to explain anything to the other party.

Because the facts about Xu Qingyuan were useless.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou raised his toes and gently kicked the body of Old Song in front of him.

He looked at Lu Caiwei and chuckled.

"Lu Caiwei, you want to kill me? Doesn't your master persuade you? You know, the person I stepped on was in the sixth realm before he died."

Lu Caiwei just raised the sword in her hand and stared at Ye Wuyou.

"You, you are in the fourth realm, kill you, one, one sword!"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment, and finally laughed.

"I think your master persuaded you, but it seems that you didn't listen to your master."

Ye Wuyou sighed softly, holding the black knife in one hand, and said with an indifferent look in his eyes.

"Lu Caiwei, if I were really an enemy, you would have been killed by me."

Lu Caiwei frowned, but the aura around her became stronger and stronger, gradually climbing to a peak.

She said word by word.

"You, no, you can't kill me, I..."

Ye Wuyou nodded gently, as if confirming Lu Caiwei's statement.

The energy was frozen for a moment.

The next moment, the sword light was bright and the sword energy was everywhere.

A thunderous roar broke out from the vortex of sword energy.

And in the sound of wind and thunder that broke the silence around, the man's calm words came.

"I won't kill you."

"I will love you well."