My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou thought for a long time.

He really didn't want to go on with the identity of "Xu Qingyuan". There would be trouble along the way.

Put aside the trouble for now.

Except for Bai Lu, no one can know him anymore.

In the eyes of the world, Ye Wuyou was already dead.

He just wants to be himself.

It’s not that I’m not prepared at all, and I’m not willing to risk everything.

These magical powers of the avenue wreckage are all unsolvable, but there are differences.

At least, this so-called [identity replacement] is not lethal.

He finally took a step forward.

Stepped into the "immortal gate".

"After entering, find a place to wait and watch the changes, and then slowly look for...the young man deduced from Tianyan."

Ye Wuyou thought like this in his heart and made a sneak plan for himself.

But then, the scenery in front of him seemed to flicker.

There was an exclamation in front of me.

Immediately, words of panic and respect came from the stone steps.

"Hello, senior brother."

"Senior brother, you are back."

"I've met senior brother."

There was a hint of doubt in the depths of his eyes.

Ye Wuyou stood there quietly, looking at the men and women on the stone steps who had their heads lowered, but their eyes were still secretly looking at him.

"What...what did you call me?" Ye Wuyou was a little confused for a moment.

Several sect disciples looked at each other and looked at each other.

Someone finally answered.

"Senior Brother Sun, you have forgotten that I was from the same sect as you before, but you later went to the inner sect..."

Sun?

There was a hint of urgency and questioning in his voice.

"What do you call me? Senior Brother Sun?"

Feeling the change in Ye Wuyou's mood, the person who spoke before suddenly sounded panicked and said tremblingly.

"Sun...Master Sun, Senior Sun, I shouldn't have any friendship with you, you deserve to die!"

Ye Wuyou stepped forward, grabbed the man's collar, and stared at him.

"I'm not asking this, what is my name? You said my surname is Sun? What is my name?"

When he learned a completely different name that he had never heard of before, Ye Wuyou was slightly startled, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

My identity has been changed again.

And the moment he stepped into this mountain gate, he became a member of this false "immortal gate".

Also, are these people in front of me real or fake?

It's not an illusion.

Was it created by strangeness?

Upon closer inspection, there is a faint aura of greatness about them.

Ye Wuyou looked at a few people with unscrupulous eyes, and found that those people seemed to be afraid of him?

It's a bit strange, why are their clothes and clothes different?

There is no uniform and the styles of clothing vary widely.

Just as Ye Wuyou was thinking, a clear voice came.

"Senior brother, you are back!"

A girl with twin ponytails was standing on the steps, looking at Ye Wuyou with joyful eyes, then jumped down without saying a word, picked up Ye Wuyou and walked back.

"Come on, senior brother, I've been bored to death when you're not around. Also, when you're not here, that old master, the old guy, looks at me wrong every day, which is really annoying."

Ye Wuyou was pulled by the girl and walked for a long time before finally opening his mouth to ask.

"No, who are you riding on?"

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? You, why do you pretend that you don't know me? Is there something I didn't do well enough?" The girl's eyes suddenly became foggy.

Ye Wuyou's head was also filled with confusion.

But he reacted quickly.

His current identity is that of her senior brother.

And it seems that he still has a certain status in this sect?

Why did you obtain this identity?

Can't figure it out.

Then don’t think about it.

The girl's voice came again, with a hint of squeamishness, and she pressed against Ye Wuyou's body.

"Brother, can I go to your room tonight?"

OK?

So good.

Ye Wuyou's eyes flashed coldly. Do you want to directly hack these people to death?

Although they are not illusions, they are definitely not living people, they are just illusory existences.

[The platform three hundred meters ahead on the right, where the remains of the avenue are...]

The narrator's voice sounded leisurely.

Hearing the words, Ye Wuyou immediately raised his eyes and saw that the platform was directly covered by the divine power of the four realms.

really!

really! ! !

His breathing began to quicken.

The young man he saw in Tian Yan's picture was standing there at the moment.

The young man was high-spirited and looked happy.

There was a smile on Ye Wuyou's lips.

At the beginning, I was worried about whether the Guiyuan Sect really existed and whether that boy really existed, and whether he would kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Now I no longer have this problem.

Because these people are all fake.

He pushed away the girl with twin tails who was clinging to him, then jumped up and walked directly through the air.

Here, my realm is still the great supernatural power of the four realms.

Baihong crossed over, bringing with it a flash of shining sword light, and the distance of three hundred meters was reached in an instant.

There were many waves of Qi, and there was no need for the sword to raise wind and thunder. A blue dragon came out of the water, but it directly beheaded the young man.

Blood spurted out in all directions.

Panic exclamations and screams were heard all around.

Ye Wuyou ignored it.

Immediately, Ye Wuyou used his hands and fingers to release Qi, and the Qi was like a thread, winding towards the young man's corpse.

There are even invisible ghost hands grabbing it.

This was the last and strange method of confinement that Lu Qingshan taught him.

"How can it be!"

Ye Wuyou clutched the young man's body, his eyes stunned.

The wreckage of the avenue just now was indeed on this young man.

The moment he started doing it, he clearly noticed the strong aura of the avenue compared to others.

But now, no more.

"Senior Brother Sun, why do you want to kill people..."

"Junior brother Xiao Li, where did I provoke you..."

"He has just passed the numerous tests and entered the inner gate."

Voices and accusations kept coming, but Ye Wuyou didn't care about all of this.

[Crowd 20 meters behind left...]

Ye Wuyou slashed with his backhand, and the sword flew out with wind and thunder.

The crowd suddenly started to commotion, but then there was a splash of blood.

"Let's go, let's go quickly, the true disciple killed someone!"

"Senior Brother Sun is crazy, he is crazy."

"Go find the elder!"

Ye Wuyou walked slowly to the corpses and frowned.

Ran away again...

It seems that the remains of the avenue can be replaced at will among these so-called sect disciples?

If that's the case, then kill them all!

But these people...are too many.

Ye Wuyou roughly estimated that there were nearly a thousand people gathered in this sect.

A breath came from the horizon.

Several figures came over.

But only one of them was flying in the air, while the other three were running panting on the ground.

"It's the law enforcement elder!"

There were disciples in the distance who showed longing in their eyes, and then they paid their respects.

As Ye Wuyou looked at this scene, he felt even more strange.

I didn't notice it at first, but now that people around me have gathered, I feel that there are a lot of abnormalities.

Among the so-called law enforcement elders, except for one who is in the middle three realms, the other three are only in the lower three realms.

But among the respectful disciples around them, there were several auras that were far more powerful than that elder.

As for the young man he killed first, his cultivation level was only one level...

According to other words, is that an inner disciple?

Are you kidding me?

The law enforcement elder ran over panting, took out a pen and paper and started recording.

They took one look at the miserable situation around them and then looked at Ye Wuyou.

"How many people died?"

"Four outer disciples and one inner disciple..."

"Oh, that's it. Sun Yue is a true disciple. Killing a few people is nothing."

The disciples gathered around looked calm, as if they had known the result for a long time.

"Why?"

Ye Wuyou asked this question.

Ye Wuyou knew that what he killed was just a false existence, everything created by weirdness.

But what are these words? I am a true disciple, does it matter if I kill people?

The leading law enforcement elder put away his pen and paper and said casually.

"What's the point? Because you have a higher status than them."