My practice narration is weird

The ripples of the divine art of shrinking the earth into an inch appeared on a cliff.

Ye Wuyou stepped out of it.

Even though they were countless distances apart, the angry roar of the wood spirit still echoed in his ears.

"Why!"

Ye Wuyou looked at the top of the sacred tree in the distance, with a deep compassion in his eyes.

"A mere firewood naturally cannot understand the mystery of the formless." Ye Wuyou whispered to himself.

He had just escaped from the trap and emerged as a butterfly, but he still could not compete with the wood spirit.

The white bones were exposed on his left arm, but he just brushed past and touched the other party lightly.

The huge pressure almost destroyed Ye Wuyou.

The body of a dead body cannot feel pain.

Apart from the pleasure, Ye Wuyou has long lost the sense of touch.

This injury is not fatal to the five-level great magical power.

But at this moment, the wound on his arm was numb.

White liquid mixed with bright red blood slowly flowed out from the broken wound.

It was like a bright red thread between the white turbidity.

Not only that, even after leaving the white cocoon, white liquid continued to overflow from Ye Wuyou's skin.

This is the sap of the tree.

This is also the side effect of the Tao fruit mentioned by the wood spirit.

This is of course false.

Its real purpose is to refine Ye Wuyou into the strongest and most special God Tree Puppet here.

Those dead people wrapped in white wood cocoons, like the group of people of Lu Qingshan's father, are made by fusing this liquid with corpses.

These liquids make the corpses rejuvenated and full of vitality, and finally they are no different from ordinary people.

Some of them were injected with will by the God Tree and sent back to the Lu family, living a life like ordinary people before.

Like Lu Qingshan's mother Lu Shuang, if Ye Wuyou hadn't known in advance that Lu Shuang was dead, he would have found it difficult to see.

The original owner's body was repaired by these liquids and perfectly integrated with the will of the sacred tree, just like... taking over another's body.

The white liquid at the wound seemed to overflow less, and the broken wound was repaired bit by bit.

It was not entirely the effect of [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood].

The liquid that rejuvenated the corpse was now flowing on Ye Wuyou's body, every pore, every corner.

The transition between life and death seemed to be repaired bit by bit.

Ye Wuyou looked at everything that happened to him quietly, and then smiled faintly.

"Sacred tree? How could it be like the milk tree I saw when I was young, and I ended up burning it with firewood? Now it's interesting to think about it."

Hmm?

When I was young?

Ye Wuyou's eyes, which were originally without sadness or joy, showed a moment of confusion, but then returned to normal again.

The pale and dead skin on his body glowed with a faint luster bit by bit.

Perhaps in a short time, his dead body will be able to recover to be like an ordinary person.

It's a good thing.

The corpse-like body made him feel nothing, and he was a little less alive. He would not die even if he was cut in half, and he was even more fearless when fighting with others.

But the five realms of great magical powers are like this. If the soul is not extinguished, then there is no death. It's just that he doesn't have the talent of [rebirth of flesh and blood] like Ye Wuyou.

As for wanting to become a "living corpse" again.

As long as he fights against others, he can use the skills given to him by Luo Yue.

"Don't chase?"

His thoughts were suppressed, and Ye Wuyou gently shook his arm, which had now completely recovered from his injuries, and looked into the distance.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why didn't the wood spirit chase after him?

The Dao fruit is gone, and it should not need to guard anything anymore.

By the way, looking at the treetops before, there should have been two Dao fruits, but there is still one...

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and gently touched his right eye with his fingertips.

The right eye that used to be lively was now dead silent, without any reaction, and was at the mercy of others.

Ye Wuyou used [Forget] to wipe out all its consciousness of the former "demon fox".

Weird things can devour each other.

From the initial ghost painting, to the underground palace, and then to the place where the pen fairy was.

Ye Wuyou's right eye has devoured a lot of weird things.

Now add that fruit.

"Is it silent? When it recovers, will it be the new avenue I nurtured?"

The little monk who devoured countless weird things in the underground palace is the new avenue.

The wood spirit never chased after him, and it no longer asked angry questions. Although there were countless distances between them, that gaze was still following Ye Wuyou like a shadow.

It seemed that for some reason, the wood spirit could not move away from the sacred tree.

But it did not mean that it would not take action.

One by one, white fruits fell from the branches.

Snap, snap...

At first, it was still an intermittent and discontinuous sound of falling, but then the sound became denser.

Countless figures fell like rain.

Densely packed figures appeared on the island, their faces dead silent, but countless eyes all looked at Ye Wuyou.

The aura of those figures was not as strong as those before, but they were numerous, and there were nearly a hundred people in the middle third realm.

The next moment, those figures flew up like locusts, crossed the river, and came to the cliff.

Some people still had white cocoon shells on their bodies.

The figures surrounded the cliff where Ye Wuyou was.

Ripples flickered under his feet, and Ye Wuyou changed a cliff.

The countless figures followed him like a shadow, but they ignored the realm of cultivation. Even if there were no people in the middle third realm, they could still fly in the air.

Thousands of figures stared at him, their eyes showing strangeness. If ordinary people were looked at like this, they would probably be uneasy.

"You... can't escape." The voice of the wood spirit echoed in the valley.

But Ye Wuyou seemed to have discovered something. He stood on the edge of the cliff, looked at the figure on the treetop in the distance with a happy expression, and smiled happily.

"Although I don't know why, but..."

"So you really can't get out."

Then, Ye Wuyou pointed lightly.

But the dark blue figure behind him just trembled slightly, without any movement.

[Ghost] is still sealed, and the sacred tree suppressed the strange power.

So Ye Wuyou raised the knife in his hand.

The Tao fruit is indeed a good thing. The white liquid is still flowing on Ye Wuyou's body. Although it looks a bit sticky and disgusting, the nutrients contained in the liquid are very real.

The "Wu Xiang Xin Jing" is running rapidly in his body. Even if there is no soul for Ye Wuyou to devour, the aura at this moment seems endless.

Ye Wuyou slashed lightly at the deadly crowd.

The sword raised wind and thunder.

A vortex of Qi that was several times more powerful than before suddenly rose on the cliff.

Looking at the deep ravine cut by the blade, Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of realization appeared in his eyes.

A blessed land.

The world derived from the sacred tree seemed to have a certain aura, or a bit more intense, than the world outside.

He had been in the strange domain of [Identity Replacement], trapped in the memory world, and experienced a battle of the Sixth Realm Heavenly Power.

Compared with the Fifth Realm and even below the Fifth Realm, they were still struggling to squeeze their own Qi.

The Sixth Realm can call on some power between heaven and earth.

Why can I call on it now?

Is it because the aura between this world is too full?

Even without the power of [Ghost], Ye Wuyou still looked calm.

Figures kept coming, they had no mind, no emotions.

Some figures were flying in the air at this moment, shining with magical powers.

And more figures were climbing along the cliff, and then swayingly reaching out to grab him.

Ye Wuyou's answer was exactly the same.

The sword rose up with wind and thunder.

One, two, three.

The sword and zither Dharma appeared behind him, and the sound-path killing move also reappeared.

This is the current zither and sword of Ye Wuyou.

The white liquid no longer flowed out of Ye Wuyou, but was absorbed by the "Wu Xiang Heart Sutra" in an instant, turning into the most abundant Qi to feed back to the body.

The figures in the front all dissipated under the vortex of Qi.

But after all, there were thousands of figures, and at this moment, they continued to attack Ye Wuyou.

"You... this evil thief, you are really hateful. This is the power given to you by my Lord." Mu Ling's words resounded in this world.

Hearing this, Ye Wuyou's eyes glowed with a certain brilliance.

He responded calmly.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not the power you created."

As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand and spread his palm, as if to hold something up.

The Qinjian Dharma suddenly dissipated.

The world in his eyes seemed to be upside down, and double images appeared.

A strange feeling appeared in the heart of the wood spirit who was countless distances away.

The blue-gray figure suddenly trembled.

What is that, what kind of magical move is that?

Why did a familiar feeling come to his mind?

But he is a wood spirit, born and has been here.

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His figure staggered a little, and Ye Wuyou finally put down his palm and suppressed the constantly surging Qi in his body.

Even though the power of the fruit melted into his body, providing him with a constant supply of nutrients.

But it was still far from enough to perform this Dharma magical power.

The consequence of forcibly performing the skill is that the power of the fruit will be completely dissipated, and there will be no energy left, so the magic power cannot be performed.

Unless there are thousands of souls for Ye Wuyou to devour, or he enters the seventh realm, he can perform the Dharma Realm.

Giving up the use of the Dharma Realm magic power, Ye Wuyou looked at the crowd that kept attacking, and then stepped on the ground.

But he fell straight off the cliff.

Thousands of people followed closely behind.

Huge vortexes of energy kept emerging, and the sword light surged in the crowd.

It seemed that Ye Wuyou was a thousand men, but in fact, countless magic powers fell on Ye Wuyou like rain.

The body was protected by the Qi and surrounded by the Dharma Realm, but it was still unable to block all of them.

Compared with the protection of [Ghost], it was really a bit weak.

Soon, scars of various sizes appeared on his body.

However, those scars were being repaired by the overflowing white liquid and [Blood and Flesh Rebirth] at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The distant sacred tree trembled suddenly!

On Linlang Island in the outside world, all the cemeteries of the Lu family were broken by countless roots, and then the bodies were pulled out of the coffins and dragged underground in an instant.

In just a moment, the sacred tree gave out countless white fruits, which turned into hundreds of human figures and attacked Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou looked neither sad nor happy, feeling his body that was constantly rejuvenating, feeling the scars on it, and the blood that was spilling.

Pain, tingling, and burning sensations spread throughout his heart.

"I haven't felt this kind of pain for a long time." Ye Wuyou chanted to himself.

But there was no anger in his expression.

Instead, he showed a faint smile of joy.

This is fighting.

But looking at the crowd that was still coming, Ye Wuyou finally sighed softly.

There were also people with great magical powers in the crowd. There were not many people in the fifth realm, but there were also three people who were suspected to be in the sixth realm when they were alive.

The three figures were hovering in the sky at this moment, constantly displaying magical powers. Every time this happened, Ye Wuyou could only avoid them.

Fortunately, the three figures were not in their lifetime, but in the sixth realm who had already died, and they had no consciousness, so naturally they had no rules.

Compared with the pressure Lu Chen gave him, it was much weaker.

A magical power exploded at Ye Wuyou's shoulder, and then the qi took shape, and countless fine and dense needles inserted into Ye Wuyou's body.

Blood mixed with white liquid continued to overflow.

Ye Wuyou's face became paler and his breath was weaker than before, but he still didn't care about it.

"It's just a minor injury."

He moved among the crowd. Although the sword was powerful, it couldn't kill so many people here with one sword.

He needed a magical power with a wider range of coverage, preferably one that could rival the sixth realm...

Got it.

With a flick of his toes, Ye Wuyou left the crowd, his steps lightly tapping in the air like a swallow, and then, according to his memory, he formed an ancient seal with his hands.

He had personally come into contact with and experienced the magical power that rivaled the sixth realm.

That magical power came from the peak master who cultivated the Yin-Yang Avenue of Hehuan in the memory world.

The spring cicada will not stop until it dies, and the candle will not stop until it turns to ashes?

Ye Wuyou had used this magical power on Luo Qinghan before, but it was not the peak master's strongest means.

Because his magical power was a little special.

It couldn't be used on women.

But the damage to men was doubled.

Ye Wuyou looked at the nearly a thousand dead people controlled by the sacred tree here, half of whom were men and half were women.

The seal was completed, and Ye Wuyou chanted softly.

"If there is only one color between heaven and earth."

"Then it must be the killing of men."

[The ultimate killer move of Yin-Yang Hehuan - killing men]

It is said that a certain Hehuan master once realized that if he killed all the other men in the world, wouldn't he be the only one in Hehuan?

This magical power consumed nearly 80% of Ye Wuyou's energy.

The result was that all the male practitioners here fell down.

Only half of the figures were left.

All of them were women.

"The spring cicada will not stop until it dies..." Ye Wuyou's voice trembled, and he forced this magical power.

But there was a figure of a woman in the fifth realm, who came directly with a whistling sound. She was burly and looked like a female cultivator in the fifth realm who was practicing body cultivation when she was alive.

At this moment, it was like a mountain smashing directly on Ye Wuyou, smashing him deeply into the ground, leaving a huge pit.

Then, countless female figures all rushed towards Ye Wuyou in the pit.

With magical powers, punching, kicking, biting and slapping...

The figures piled up, and Ye Wuyou was pressed at the bottom, struggling constantly.

A moment later.

"The candle burns out and the tears dry up..." A faint voice came.

The illusory red candle fell and ignited everything.

The qi burst out, and countless female figures were all lifted up, revealing the figure of Ye Wuyou inside.

He stood in the sunken ground, scarred, with white burns all over his body, dripping down.

Ye Wuyou was almost beaten to death.

But he looked at the female figures that were knocked away by him, and his face remained calm.

"Unable to withstand a single blow."