My practice narration is weird

The hundreds of people who were still here all made the same sound at this moment.

"Why why why..."

Ye Wuyou felt a headache from the noise, and immediately swung his sword fiercely, slashing out a sword style of wind and thunder.

"Why what! You ghosts!"

Ye Wuyou's voice spread, and the questioning voices around seemed to pause for a moment.

But the next moment, there was a questioning voice with anger.

"Why... destroy... our lives..."

"Why... break the taboo..."

"Why... break... fairness!"

What does it mean?

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly stunned, and he looked at the group of people around him with some incredible eyes.

I destroyed their lives? I violated the taboo?

I broke fairness?

The number of people is still increasing.

More and more disciples and more and more sect members came in from the outside at this moment, constantly questioning Ye Wuyou.

"Why do you want to destroy all this?"

"Why do you want to destroy our lives? This is everything we have fought for..."

"You are already an elder, isn't that enough?"

Ye Wuyou only felt that the world in this strange domain was extremely absurd at this moment.

Why can they ask questions like this?

Are these people real?

However, as soon as this thought emerged, Ye Wuyou completely dispelled it.

Although these people are extremely real, there is no doubt that they are all created out of thin air by the weird.

Ye Wuyou did not act rashly at the first time, but kept looking for something in the crowd.

The number of people is increasing.

Ye Wuyou was upset by the noise and shouted angrily.

"Enough! You bunch of ghosts, the person next to you is still your wife in the last moment, and the next moment it is someone else's wife, what is this!"

The voices around were silent, and then a low cry gradually came.

"What's wrong with this..."

"You destroyed all this, destroyed all this."

A man looked sluggish and said with empty eyes.

"You broke the fairness of this world. Everyone was originally equal..."

Equality?

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help pointing at everything around him.

"Equality? In a place where identity determines everything, it is said to be equal?"

Although it was only three days, Ye Wuyou saw all kinds of absurd scenes more than once.

For example, the elders who were still bullying ordinary disciples the day before became the objects of bullying the next day.

The bullies and the objects of bullying are constantly changing, but the only thing that does not change is the event itself.

Including his previous high status, it doesn't matter if he kills people, and no one in this sect restricts him.

Identity determines everything.

A dead silence soon came from the surroundings.

"Yes, inequality? Every disciple can become an elder, a peak master, and a chores can become an outer disciple, an inner disciple... This is fair."

"This is a fart of fairness, everything should be obtained through one's own efforts!!" Ye Wuyou immediately refuted.

At the same time, extremely absurd thoughts emerged in his heart.

Is this weird?

Weirdos can't be intelligent, what on earth are these people?

They do have the aura of the Great Dao, but it's very weak, that's not the real weirdos.

But can weirdos create these intelligent and thoughtful people?

Why are they so real.

But... they are obviously fake!

A woman looked empty and blank at this moment.

"Fairness? Everyone's cultivation, talent, appearance, family, and ability are different, how can there be fairness..."

"The upper bully the lower, the big bully the small, the strong crush the weak... This is an unchanging truth, no one can change it..."

"A chores disciple may be a chores until death, the so-called opportunity only exists in the story, you have no family, no talent, no luck, no opportunity, no connections, what can you rely on to change..."

Someone took over.

"Since we can't stop this unfairness, then let everyone have the opportunity to become a superior, to become a different identity, regardless of cultivation, appearance, family, or talent... This is the real fairness."

The voice paused, and then it sounded again, but it was the harmony of countless people.

"Kings and generals take turns to be, and spring comes to my house!!!"

The voice came like a wave, this is the shouting of countless people in unison, deafening.

Suddenly, a strange breath appeared in the crowd.

It was a very strong breath of the remains of the avenue.

Even without the narration reminding, Ye Wuyou could see it at a glance, and anyone who had come into contact with the weird could feel it.

Lu Zhaolin's figure moved slightly.

But Ye Wuyou's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he shouted towards somewhere in the crowd.

"Lu Zhaolin, don't do it!"

But a long spear suddenly appeared in the sky.

Lu Zhaolin leaped high, holding a spear in one hand. A strange aura that could not be detected by the naked eye permeated around him, gradually turning into a bright red thread.

The spear was not delivered.

But it was actually delivered!

The spear was like a quenched meteor, flying straight into the crowd, and then accurately pierced one of the men.

Is this a sure shot?

No.

Normally, the spear should be delivered first, so that it can penetrate the opponent's body.

But in Ye Wuyou's right eye, at that moment, the spear first penetrated the man, and then was handed over by Lu Zhaolin.

Is this... cause and effect reversed?

A fatal shot.

Only then did Lu Zhaolin look stunned, and then his body fell.

The remains of the Great Dao were indeed taken down.

This shot not only penetrated the man's body, but also completely killed him, and nailed him to the remains of the Great Dao.

Between life and death, the Great Dao must also give in.

As the man died, some kind of restraint on him seemed to dissipate.

Lu Zhaolin approached, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

"Cui, Cui Yuan..."

His pupils trembled violently, and then his mind was a little flustered.

So the weirdness was not an identity replacement, but a key.

Lu Zhaolin stayed where he was, his eyes blank.

Although the relationship was not particularly good, he still wanted to save Cui Yuan.

If Cui Yuan could regain consciousness, even if he could not solve this weirdness, he could leave this place with the [key].

But now, he killed him with his own hands.

Ye Wuyou had no time to care about the other party. He gritted his teeth and put the [key] into his pocket, then suddenly looked at Lu Zhaolin.

Seeing that the other party looked a little absent-minded, Ye Wuyou slapped him with a knife and finally woke him up.

If this guy also got lost here, it would be very troublesome.

"Pass the order of the sect leader to kill this colleague!"

A word spread throughout the sect and several mountains at this moment.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, and then he didn't look at Lu Zhaolin, who was full of apology, but looked at the place where the voice came from.

Sect leader?

There can be a sect leader in this ghost place?

The sect leader seemed to have some taboos, and even his words could have an impact on the people in these strange areas...

You want to kill me, right? Then I'm here.