My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou was not unfamiliar with the term "cave heaven and blessed land", but he was not familiar with it either.

Before he set foot on cultivation, he naturally had all kinds of fantasies about cultivation, such as the unification of the three religions and the monthly competition of the masters of the cave heaven and blessed land...

Later, he found that none of these existed.

But if I remember correctly, this was the second time the narrator mentioned "cave heaven and blessed land".

The first time was in Luohe.

The narrator said that Luohe could barely be called a blessed land thousands of years ago, but now it is just a pile of rubbish.

What did he say at that time? The narrator even barked that all the creatures gathered in the imperial city should be slaughtered and thrown into Luohe, so that they could radiate some of their former spirituality?

The second time was in this sacred tree.

So, the sacred tree and Luohe are similar places to some extent?

It is a world in itself.

The only difference is that Luohe cannot be entered by human body, while the sacred tree can be entered by one's own body.

It's nothing. The "dead" in Luohe River helped me comprehend the Dharma, so it should be the same inside the sacred tree.

It's really a good place.

[A good place? In an instant, the nameless fire in your heart was all aroused. Those beasts, those ants swore by Luoshui River to gain your trust, but in the most critical moment, they came to you on the towering Jianmu and stabbed you in the back.]

Ye Wuyou's eyes were surprised for a moment.

It's not because of the oath by Luoshui River, and the backstab on Jianmu...

These have nothing to do with me, it's just the narrator's crazy.

He was just a little surprised.

Oh, this plot is actually a TV series?

So when Ye Wuyou saw the figures that split from the branches of the tree and fell to the ground, his expression was calm and his face did not change.

The dead figures were flowing with light and shadow.

Haha, what do you see what I'm saying?

They all performed the Dharma.

The Dharma image gave off a glow, and supernatural powers burst out.

The cliff where Ye Wuyou stood was cut off.

Ripples flickered, and Ye Wuyou stepped out of it and stood on another cliff.

"I thought too much."

Staring at the figures, they all had dull faces, no spirit at all, and their clothes were all tattered.

But through the tattered clothes, their similar style made Ye Wuyou know where these people came from.

The dead of the Lu family in the past thousand years.

It is not difficult to guess that in a thousand-year-old family, people come and go, and time passes. How many dead people are there in a huge family.

The cemetery where they were before was just a corner of the many cemeteries of the Lu family, and it was thought that they were the Lu family members who died in the last hundred years.

But even in those graves, many bodies were lost.

Some of the "dead" turned into the will of the sacred tree and returned to the Lu family to live again, just like Lu Shuang, the biological mother of Lu Qingshan.

And more "dead" were dragged out of the grave by the sacred tree and pulled into the sacred tree?

Ye Wuyou stepped on the top of the mountain at this moment, his aura was slightly floating, and his eyes swept over those "corpses" that were not too powerful.

He said to himself.

"No wonder you specifically said not to leave your body. Are you afraid that it will be dragged away by this sacred tree? What if I see you and I can't bear to take action?"

Just kidding.

The inheritance of the Tianyan lineage is to kill the master to prove the way.

When those figures looked at the direction where Ye Wuyou was again and displayed their magical powers, there were faint ripples beside them.

This world is much larger than Linlang Island, and the magic of shrinking the earth into an inch can play its role most perfectly.

Ye Wuyou's figure disappeared from the cliff, crossed countless distances, crossed the river, and came to the island surrounded by mountains and waters.

A dark blue figure appeared behind him, and the ghost hand spread out again and again. Along with the sword with a majestic aura, the wind and thunder, the corpses disappeared instantly.

Then the towering tree stood in front of Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou looked up and stared.

"That's all?"

If that was all, how could Lu Qingshan not do all this?

Lu Qingshan's parents died because of the sacred tree, and the words he left behind were also intended to destroy the sacred tree, but he failed to do so after all.

Oh, the sacred tree mark.

Ye Wuyou was not affected.

But as long as the others stepped into it, they would be affected by the sacred tree and the mark would be planted. Naturally, they would have an intimacy with the sacred tree that could not be ignored?

Dog narration, what should I do now?

[You simply thought about it for a moment, and felt that this thing was not easy to grow for a thousand years, so how could it be easily destroyed?]

Ye Wuyou nodded, and he also felt that it was not appropriate to destroy it.

Lu Chen's words gave him inspiration. If he could correct everything about the sacred tree and change the "blessing" of the sacred tree that determines the fate of others, this might be the most perfect result.

[We should make the best use of it. After cutting down this tree, keep it as firewood. When it is severe winter, light it under the happy bed and keep warm with the sacred tree. When practicing dual cultivation, it will be nourished by the sacred tree and have more effects.]

Ah? It's a waste.

[Wood makes fire. This wood is lit to strengthen yang.]

Who cares about this?

The thought lasted only a moment. Just as Ye Wuyou was thinking about how to follow the narrator's words and rely on himself to hold the knife in his hand and cut down the endless sacred tree as firewood.

A feeling of being watched emerged from the top of his head.

The narrator didn't need to remind him. This feeling of being watched was extremely strong.

Ye Wuyou looked up immediately, but only saw the dense leaves swaying gently.

His right eye flashed a scarlet light.

Even if there were more leaves, how could they block Ye Wuyou's sight?

But then, his right eyeball, which was quite spiritual, suddenly felt a sharp pain, and then he closed his eyes immediately.

"Forbidden..."

The voice came from the top of the sacred tree, from the corner of the top of the sacred tree, and spread to all directions.

Is there anyone inside this sacred tree?

Ye Wuyou's body stiffened slightly because of the stinging feeling, and when his right eye opened again, he could not see anything.

He stretched out his hand to cover his right eye, and stabbed his eyeball with his fingertips, feeling that there was no cover on it.

No, it's not that he can't see anything.

But he can only see a leaf.

A leaf blocks the eyes.

The tree separated its branches, and fruits grew one after another on it.

"Pah, pah..."

The white fruits fell to the ground one by one, revealing the human figures inside.

Dozens of fruits, dozens of human figures.

Unlike the previous figures, these people's faces were obviously older, and the aura they exuded was much stronger than before.

Among the figures, Ye Wuyou also saw a figure with a face that was seven points familiar.

This, Lu Qingshan... his father?

Without any hesitation, the sword turned into a huge vortex that exploded on the island.

The dead are the dead.

No matter how real it is, it is just a false existence, unless you are willing to deceive yourself.

Ye Wuyou may have hesitations about other things, but he was surprisingly clear about this point.

Let alone Lu Qingshan's father, even if Lu Qingshan was in front of him, Ye Wuyou would never hesitate.

The ghost's figure flickered gently, but it failed to separate the ghost hand again.

Ye Wuyou's heart sank.

The sacred tree can suppress the weirdness... The power of the ghost was sealed again, and even the right eye was affected.

The two figures were destroyed by the huge vortex of sword energy before they could even perform their moves.

But the remaining people reacted very quickly, and their figures flashed, but they were separated in four directions, with mixed magical powers.

The aura of these figures was all in the fifth realm, but their eyes were dead and confused, just like the figures in Luohe, without any consciousness.

Being unconscious actually means a lot of things.

It's not that Ye Wuyou is arrogant, but even if he can't use [Ghost], these people are not a concern for him.

Ye Wuyou didn't even look at the others, the ripples under his feet flashed, and he performed the shrinking earth into an inch, avoiding the rest of the magical powers.

In a flash, he came to the figure that was vaguely Lu Qingshan's father.

The black knife in his hand bloomed with colorful brilliance, and the aura turned into white light and flashed the blade.

But he cut it down.

He chanted softly.

"You were bullied in life, and you can't rest in peace after death. I'll send you off."

The dead eyes of Lu Qingshan's father suddenly flashed for a moment.

"How's my kid Qingshan?" The voice reached Ye Wuyou's ears.

The blade, which was as powerful as a rainbow, paused for a moment.

But then it continued to cut down.

The next moment, the man who looked seven points like Lu Qingshan attacked brazenly.

His fists, with aura, stabbed straight into Ye Wuyou's chest.