My practice narration is weird

"You have come here and proved your worth..."

"You have the aura of the Great Dao, and you are qualified to be with me..."

"Relax your mind, plant the mark, give you the Dao fruit, achieve the Great Dao, and guard this place with me."

The dull voice came from the top of the sacred tree, echoing for a long time.

The voice of the narrator in my mind also kept ringing.

The voice was bewitching, crazy, and constantly echoing, as if no matter what the price was, something had to be done.

【You have now used all your wisdom! 】

【Explode, explode, explode! Pick the Dao fruit, kill the wood spirit! Exile all living beings! 】

What are you barking at, tell me what are you barking at! You can't give me any points!

All my wisdom only knows how to explode?

【Add points, yes, you chuckled, and in the blink of an eye, you have touched the limit of heaven and earth】

【Power: +9999999..., Soul: +9999999...】

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly stunned.

It's bad. It seems that I haven't discovered the true function of the narrator before. No wonder I am so miserable.

[You feel the surging power in your body, howl to the sky, and raise your hand to be proud of the ninth heaven. The villains in front, come and fight quickly]

This is very good...

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed a sharp edge, and then he waved his hand, feeling the surging in his body... The aura is no different from before.

And as he continued to radiate the momentum around his body, the aura was a little less.

Hmm?

Where did the added points go?

[You feel that you have been strengthened now, come on! ]

[You will never tolerate cowardly behavior! ]

Got it, add courage!

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath and ignored the narrator's barking.

He had never thought of entering the second level of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra again, the Wuxiang of all living beings, but Ye Wuyou didn't do it after all.

Because he was still defeated.

Under the Wuxiang of all living beings, there is no escape for him, either win or die.

Even if he really can't win.

What's life worth? Just give it to him.

The other party gave him the feeling that he was a level higher than Lu Chen.

The narrator's dog brain was fearless, but Ye Wuyou was very smart and could think of more things.

At least smarter than the narrator.

Ye Wuyou saw the black fruit, the so-called "Tao fruit" in the narrator's mouth. Although he didn't understand what it was specifically, it was undoubtedly a good thing.

He wanted to get the fruit, but he didn't have to fight directly with the sacred tree spirit.

Oh, right, wood spirit?

That blue-gray figure, is it the so-called wood spirit? Or the so-called guardian existence?

Anyway, it's not a human.

At this moment, the blue-gray figure still stared at him, but he never came down from the tree canopy, as if the meaning of its existence was just to guard the "Tao fruit" beside him.

"Step into the countercurrent river, let go of the past, shovel away the obsession in your heart, and be with me..." The blue-gray figure's voice was still echoing.

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth.

Take a gamble, keep a backhand, and don't do it unless it's absolutely necessary...

"Hey, dog narrator..." Ye Wuyou whispered in his heart.

The narrator's voice fell silent for a while, and then it sounded leisurely.

[As expected of you, you have planned everything in a blink of an eye, holding the sun and the moon in your hands and picking the stars. There is no one like you in the world. How can the wooden brain of the firewood spirit compare with you?]

Wasn't it the papaya star spirit just now? Now it's called the firewood spirit again?

Ye Wuyou didn't say anything more. Facing the gaze, he turned around and stepped into the long countercurrent river composed of flowing light.

The countercurrent river is like a conveyor belt.

When his feet stepped into the countercurrent river, Ye Wuyou felt that his body was moving towards the tree canopy little by little.

Not only that.

Although he was just stepping in this long river of light and shadow, his mind was excited, as if countless mottled thoughts washed over Ye Wuyou's mind.

Those mottled thoughts eventually turned into the same idea and echoed in Ye Wuyou's heart.

The sacred tree is the most respected, the sacred tree is the father, the sacred tree is the mother...

It is as if people are asked to dedicate their bodies and souls to the sacred tree.

This is the will of the sacred tree, to plant a mark in people's hearts.

"What a joke, how can my innocent heart and pure body be defeated by the sacred tree!" Ye Wuyou shouted in his heart.

Ye Wuyou's talent for cultivation is not ideal.

He stepped forward.

But then, his face changed.

He felt a strong resistance.

[You are expressionless, moving forward step by step...]

Ye Wuyou's face twitched, and he ran with big strides.

How difficult is it for a person to persist? All those present...Ye Wuyou present can answer this question.

The answer is three seconds.

Ye Wuyou was killed in seconds.

——————

The blue-gray figure hung high above the tree canopy, sitting cross-legged quietly, without moving, as if he had been sitting for a long, long time.

Its eyes were fixed on Ye Wuyou, who had now crossed the Niliu River and was standing beside it.

The latter stood aside with a sullen expression and calm eyes, unable to explain why, but his figure and temperament were somewhat similar to the previous "Lu Wenjing".

The blue-gray figure was huge, and it had no substantial body. Below the blue-gray aura, dry branches could be vaguely seen.

The branches of the sacred tree formed its trunk.

But it still maintained its human appearance, and compared with Ye Wuyou beside it, it was like a small mountain.

And it had wisdom.

It had a certain wisdom.

The eyes of the guarding wood spirit looked at Ye Wuyou.

This is a very magical human being.

He has the breath of the Great Dao, and he was able to resist the will of the God Tree before and was not affected.

Anyone who steps into this place will be branded by the God Tree.

Unlike the outside world, those Lu family members also have the brand of the God Tree, but it is only a shallow layer.

And when they really step into this place, into the world inside the God Tree, the only choice left for them is to worship the God Tree as the God in their hearts.

How did he resist the will of the God Tree and plant the brand before?

The behavior of this young man reminded it of the man who also stepped into the God Tree more than 50 years ago and even resisted the will of the God Tree.

However, no matter how determined one's mind is, stepping into the countercurrent river, one will eventually understand all this.

At present, Ye Wuyou worships the God Tree as his master.

"You... are you willing to worship the God Tree with me and guard this place?"

"I am willing." Ye Wuyou replied calmly.

"How to prove it?" Mu Ling stared.

"I am the dog of the sacred tree!" Ye Wuyou shouted.

"?" Mu Ling's eyes showed doubt.

Ye Wuyou's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes looked at the sacred tree, very gently.

"I promise that no matter in good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, I will always be by the side of the sacred tree."

"I promise that I will respect it and love it without reservation, in danger, in sorrow, in difficulties..."

The sacred tree trembled.

Looking down from the top, you can see countless white human-shaped fruits that are faintly revealed at this moment.

?

A small question mark appeared on Mu Ling's big head.

"Very good, you... are very sincere."

Then it asked again.

"Anything you want to ask?"

Ye Wuyou stroked the branches with his fingertips, gently teasing them, and said in a faint voice.

"I want to know everything about my Lord God Tree, and understand its greatness..."

Mu Ling nodded gently, then turned his eyes to the side, and took the last black fruit from the two separated treetops.

A trace of breath was transmitted from Mu Ling's hand to the fruit.

There seemed to be a ray of white light on the black fruit.

This was Mu Ling's last precaution.

"What is this?" Ye Wuyou asked.

"This thing is called... Dao Fruit. If you integrate it, you can understand everything."

"You have experienced everything before, which has proved that you are extraordinary, but I see that you have the Great Dao. Although the Great Dao is good, it does not belong to you..."

"The God Tree can temper the Great Dao, and it can also suppress the Great Dao. Ten thousand years ago, all living beings sharpened their own Great Dao through the God Tree, and the Dao Fruit is the most precious thing among them."

Mu Ling looked at Ye Wuyou's eyes, or rather, at Ye Wuyou's right eye.

"It still has some consciousness left. Although it is on you, it still does not belong to you. Take it off. I will wipe everything out."

The huge blue-gray figure stretched out his hand towards Ye Wuyou at this moment.

It needs to take some more precautions.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and dug out his right eyeball.

The right eyeball no longer had the previous excitement, but kept shaking.

Strange things and weirdness are different.

Strange things have wisdom, but weirdness does not, or not much.

Although the right eyeball has always been entrenched in Ye Wuyou's eye socket, it actually wants to invade Ye Wuyou's body.

But with [Ghost] and [Forgetfulness] in front of it, it is not its turn.

It can't do anything. It is just a big eyeball that is harmless to people and animals and can cast illusions.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hand his right eyeball to the other party.

But...he finally shook his head.

"No need to worry, please help me to remove the restriction in my eyes, I can handle it myself."

Mu Ling was silent for a moment, but still waved his hand gently.

Ye Wuyou's right eye was left with only a dark eye socket.

But deep in the eye socket, there was something.

It was a fishbone nail.

The thorn in the eye-forgotten.

At this moment, the rule of [Forget] took effect.

The target was the eyeball in his hand.

It was hard to say who would win or lose in the collision between weirdness and weirdness.

But weirdness is a dimensionality reduction attack on weird things.

The right eyeball bounced in the palm of his hand, the scarlet pupil suddenly contracted, and then his eyes gradually became dull.

It used to belong to a demon fox that almost condensed its ninth tail, and it was the eyeball of that demon fox.

What about now.

The consciousness belonging to the right eyeball has been forgotten by it.

Afterwards, it was stuffed back into the right eye by Ye Wuyou.

"Okay."

The Dao fruit was taken by Ye Wuyou, and then he gnawed it bit by bit.

Everything about the sacred tree appeared in Ye Wuyou's mind at this moment.

Mu Ling watched all this quietly, watching Ye Wuyou look normal, watching him show doubts, watching white liquid emerge from his body.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand, felt the white mucus overflowing from the pores on his body, and asked.

"What is this?"

"Practice well for a while. The sacred tree has gone through thousands of years, but it is no longer the same as before. There will be some side effects." Mu Ling answered calmly.

Ye Wuyou wanted to speak again, but the white liquid swallowed him.

The white liquid continued to secrete on Ye Wuyou's body, and then gradually solidified, turning into a cocoon around him, sealing him up.

Just like the countless white fruits on the sacred tree.

Mu Ling's face was calm. A branch emerged from the sacred tree, enveloping Ye Wuyou, and then slowly dropped down and landed on a treetop somewhere.

Just like countless white fruits.

A deeply hidden gaze emerged from the trunk of a sacred tree somewhere, looking at everything happening on the treetop.

"A hundred years later, you and I will meet again." Mu Ling spoke lightly, and then sat cross-legged in meditation.

In the wrapped white cocoon, the voice of the narration that had been silent for a long time sounded again in Ye Wuyou's mind.

[Completely in line with the plan! ]

[But... not enough! ]