My practice narration is weird

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

There was hail in the sky at this moment.

On the ground, many Zizhu Peak disciples who had just been fighting each other were already walking with the Goddess Peak disciples.

"Junior sister, it's hailing and it's too cold outside. I'll take you back to rest."

"No, our peak master is still fighting with your peak master?"

"That's wrong. Although you and I have just met, in my eyes, you are more important than our peak master. How can I let you suffer from the cold?"

"Senior brother, what you said is very cold, colder than hail."

"Haha, right? By the way, what's your name, junior sister?"

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Ye Wuyou was in a miserable state at the moment, retreating again and again.

The surrounding sky is already full of frost.

After only a few rounds of fighting, he was completely at a disadvantage.

His eyes were a little gloomy, and he managed to avoid the ice blade coming from the side, and then he was slapped on the cliff by a wave of air.

In this world of memory, there is no [Ghost], no Formless Heart Sutra, and he cannot even use his own [Dharma Appearance]. Ye Wuyou's shortcomings are finally exposed.

Depend on!

How to use Jianqifenglei?

How to use Canglong Izuku?

Why are these Qi veins completely different!

Magical moves are meant to be paired with specific techniques, and sword practice is basically just sword practice.

Ye Wuyou was once able to understand all dharma with the "Shadowless Heart Sutra", which was actually an extremely weird thing in the eyes of the world.

But not here.

Compared with Luo Qinghan, he is undoubtedly too tyrannical.

She used to be in the Sixth Realm. Although her cultivation techniques are different now, she has been able to integrate this memory for a decade longer than Ye Wuyou, so she is naturally much more proficient.

"Why, this won't work?" There was a hint of ridicule in the words.

"It seems like you are a little at a loss. Why are you only using Qi to fight against the enemy? Is it because you don't know how to use the martial arts and magical powers of this status?" Luo Qinghan said with a chuckle.

Immediately, a ten-foot iceberg condensed again and suddenly hit Ye Wuyou.

The skills and magical powers of this identity...

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth, of course he could use the peak master's moves.

"I really don't want to use it...the magical power of these moves in my memory is really..."

Ye Wuyou dodged sideways, and then the Qi machine circulated and condensed according to the technique, and displayed his magical power.

He made strange seals with his hands, and the energy flowed, causing the clouds in all directions.

Luo Qinghan's eyes were calm, seemingly letting Ye Wuyou use his magical powers.

Every battle between the six kingdoms of heaven is precious.

In this world of memory, even if you fight to death, it is actually insignificant and will cause no loss to yourself.

Ordinary illusions cannot do this, only this strange realm can be so real.

This is an extremely rare thing.

Both sides understand this.

Ye Wuyou's words came with a hint of solemnity.

"Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die!"

For a moment, the surrounding clouds and mist suddenly became silent, and then countless pervasive qi, together with some kind of breath between heaven and earth, turned into countless silk threads, extremely subtle.

Before this, it was completely unnoticeable.

Luo Qinghan's figure stiffened slightly at this moment, as if being pulled by something.

Countless densely packed silk threads bound her body tightly from all directions.

She tried to break free, but then she was surprised for a moment that it wasn't that easy.

When the silk thread breaks, new silk threads will be tied to the body.

Hands, legs, feet, waist, chest, neck, hair...

It's like strangulating life to death.

This is a spring silkworm that will not run out of silk until it dies.

Luo Qinghan didn't care and chuckled.

"What, you think I'm afraid of being entangled?"

Ye Wuyou didn't respond. He held the seal for a long time and finally said in a solemn tone.

"The wax torch turns to ashes before tears dry up!"

Countless red candles quietly appeared in the sky at this moment, appearing beside Luo Qinghan.

The candle was lit, but it was a completely different flame from an ordinary candle.

The brightness and heat wave of the flame were like a volcano erupting.

These candles are like countless small volcanoes.

The wide and long red candle burned out in an instant and turned into fly ash. Countless bright red candle liquid flowed, turning into hot magma and spreading along the silk thread to the bound woman.

One drop, one drop.

Red candles flowed down.

This is when the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry.

Fire can defeat ice, but at this moment, the frost formed on the opponent's body overshadowed the flames.

The words of indifference and disdain came, even with a hint of contempt.

"Such a despicable method is really disgusting."

Ye Wuyou was furious for a moment!

"This is not my magical power! It belongs to the peak master!"

"Not mine!" he yelled again.

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth, feeling aggrieved to tell the truth.

It’s not because of anything else, it’s because the peak master, the master of Zizhu Peak, specializes in the yin and yang acacia dual cultivation method.

All magical powers are born out of the principle of Yin and Yang dual cultivation.

Therefore, the peak master has nine Taoist companions.

Therefore, Ye Wuyou would rather be beaten than use the peak master's magical moves.

It's so embarrassing.

Extremely violent magical moves kept coming.

There were roars one after another among the clouds.

Ye Wuyou couldn't help but pant at the moment, his eyes staring at Luo Qinghan, who was still standing there looking at him from a high position, still calm and calm.

There was a slight smile on that pretty face.

Ye Wuyou retracted his gaze.

He really couldn't defeat Luo Qinghan.

Whether in reality or in this memory world.

At least not now.

Despite this, this battle also gained a lot, letting him know that the Six Realms of Heavenly Power fought like this.

But now, is it over?

The roar stopped.

At this moment, a tired voice suddenly came from the Shenhong Peak in the mist.

"Two peak masters, don't fight anymore."

Who?

Ye Wuyou and Luo Qinghan looked towards the mountain at the same time.

In the main building that originally belonged to the sect master, a person walked out at this moment.

Or rather, it was the remnant soul of a woman...

Ye Wuyou unexpectedly took another look and found that it was not the familiar guy.

"I already know what the two peak masters want. I am wrong for hiding it all because I am greedy for power."

"The sect master is actually dead."

"All the orders in the sect over the years were actually issued by me on behalf of the sect master, so I never showed up."

The voice of the woman's residual soul revealed fatigue and guilt.

What does it mean?

"The sect master is dead?" Ye Wuyou was slightly surprised.

Didn't they say that the sect master was in the seventh realm? How could he die?

"Who are you? What's wrong with you now?" Luo Qinghan frowned slightly at this moment.

This is a residual soul of the sixth realm.

The residual soul spoke softly at this moment and explained.

"I am the original Taoist partner of the sect master. The two peak masters are both rising stars, so naturally they don't know me."

Before Ye Wuyou spoke, Luo Qinghan asked hurriedly at this moment.

"The sect master is dead? What realm was he in originally?"

Luo Qinghan was afraid that he would be busy until the end, but in the end, the sect master was not in the upper third realm at all, and everything he pursued was a futile joke.

"The sect master was naturally in the seventh realm when he was alive, but not long after he broke through the realm, he met with an accident and died."

Can the seventh realm still encounter an accident? Die and disappear?

Shouldn't the seventh realm let others die and disappear?

Ye Wuyou vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but there was no time for him to think about it at the moment.

The remnant soul spoke softly at this moment.

"The two peak masters should stop fighting. Now it's nothing more than choosing a new sect master..."

Luo Qinghan frowned at this moment.

"Since the sect master is dead, then this peak master is now the strongest here, so I will be the sect master."

The remnant soul hesitated for a moment and said.

"The sect is the life's work of the adults. In the end, he left a legacy with the seventh realm of Tao rhyme to choose the sect master..."

"It's not about who is stronger or weaker between the two."