My practice narration is weird

"Ye Wuyou" opened his eyes.

The scenery in front of me was the same as before. The mountains and forests under the night were still the same, without any difference.

Ye Wuyou turned around and looked back. Lin Qingqing, Bai Changzai, and Xu Fang were still beside him, but their eyes were dull and they stood there blankly.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and looked forward again.

There, there was an old man with white beard and hair, looking at him with a smile.

Murderous intentions gradually arise.

But the old man looked gentle and said calmly.

"I am the sect leader of Qian Huan Sect, Murong Huan. Don't be impatient, little friend. Before you take action, how about you evaluate this illusion first?"

Ye Wuyou's face was calm, his eyes were slightly lowered, but the corners of his mouth gradually became curved.

Thousand Fantasy Gate...

It turns out that this is the case...

"It's both true and false, but it makes it nondescript and extremely ridiculous." He said calmly.

The old man Murong Huan didn't look impatient. There seemed to be a flash of thought between his eyes, and then he nodded.

"Every sentence is both true and false, neither fish nor fowl. My friend's comments are very appropriate. No wonder you can detect my tricks. I underestimated my friend."

But then, Murong Huan's eyes showed a hint of excitement, and he looked at Ye Wuyou as if looking at a treasure.

Everything about Ye Wuyou was clearly visible in his eyes.

Both true and false, neither fish nor fowl.

It's just a practitioner who has just stepped into a realm, but he can detect his illusion and have such a high understanding of the illusion.

Such a talent made Murong Huan not excited.

He cherished his talent, he wanted to bring him back to Qianhuan Sect, and then spare no effort to train him...

Um?

Is there something wrong?

Thousand Fantasy Gate...

Murong Huan lowered his eyes slightly, but the doubts in his mind only disappeared for a moment, and soon he raised his head again.

"My little friend, do you know how many realms there are in illusion."

Ye Wuyou had a smile in his eyes, his hands hanging by his side, looking at the other person calmly, very patiently.

It's just that the smile is somewhat sarcastic and cold.

It's like looking at a dead person.

Murong Huan just thought that the other party was curious about his words, but there was a bit more interest in his words.

"I have been practicing magic for many years and believe that magic has three realms.

The first level is what I call truth-seeking. "

Murong Huan waved his hand, and as his long sleeves fluttered, a monster wolf of the third level roared with ferocious aura and appeared from the dense forest on the side, attacking Ye Wuyou.

But the strange thing is that the giant wolf passed through Ye Wuyou's body and ran straight towards the other three people.

The three of them were startled, but their expressions were still sluggish. They just raised their hands and already formed a formation, with wind and thunder mixed in, and energy flashing, fighting with the giant wolf.

As for Ye Wuyou...

He stood next to the three of them, but they seemed to be completely separated from each other.

The two sides didn't seem to be on the same level. No matter how they moved, Ye Wuyou was not disturbed at all.

"This monster is fake, but the caster wants the people trapped in the illusion to believe it is real. I call it seeking truth."

Murong Huan smiled and spoke again, "As for the second level, I originally called it nine truths and one falsehood, but I suddenly felt that my little friend's title is more appropriate, as it is both true and false."

What is nine truths and one falsehood?

Just like lies that deceive people, an ordinary lie will only be full of loopholes if you examine it carefully. But if nine out of ten sentences are true and one is false, how can you tell the difference?

The same goes for illusions.

Create a majestic illusion, carefully carve it out, and strive to make it lifelike. It takes a lot of effort and effort, and it is easy to find loopholes.

This is Little Doyle.

Use the objects in front of the human eye as a picture to create a real illusion.

The mountain wind blew and roared past.

The fallen leaves in the forest were rolled up, fluttering, and falling like rain.

Suddenly, there were a few blood stains on the bodies of the three of them.

Murong Huan waved gently and put away the next changes.

He looked at Ye Wuyou, who was standing silently by the side, and spoke calmly.

"My little friend, the illusion is ever-changing. Even I have not understood all of them. Therefore, I can only speculate on the third level."

"At this level, truth and falsehood have no meaning. Everything you see in front of you may be false or true."

"Even if you are aware of the illusion, you can't do anything about it. After all, there is no difference between reality and illusion."

Ye Wuyou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, with a hint of discussion in his words.

"As you said, in the third realm, is life and death meaningless?"

Murong Huan's expression was slightly startled, but then he felt a little happy.

Fortunately, I didn't waste my breath.

The young man in front of him has obviously been moved by his words, and he is now taking the initiative to discuss the issue with him.

Murong Huan has always been very patient with the talents he values.

At this moment, he thought for a while, and then murmured in response: "At the extreme level of illusion, the dead do not know that they are dead, and the living cannot distinguish between true and false, so thinking about life and death is indeed meaningless..."

Murong Huan's eyes flashed with shock, as if he had realized something.

"Okay, okay, little friend, thank you, I understand! Hahaha, I understand! After I go back, I will be able to master the ultimate in this illusion in ten years at most."

"My little friend, why don't you go back to the Qianhuan Sect with me? You are my closed disciple, and you can take whatever you want from the door."

Ye Wuyou's eyes moved away from the old man and turned to the three people who were still struggling in the illusion.

After a moment, he shook his head, with a little regret in his eyes.

"Why did you refuse, and why do you feel regret?" Murong Huan was puzzled.

Regret?

Ye Wuyou's face was as calm as water, and he just walked towards the old man step by step.

"My friend, even if you have some talent, don't you think that you are qualified to attack me with your first-level cultivation?" Murong Huan chuckled.

He let Ye Wuyou approach step by step.

He could kill a cultivator of the first level instantly.

His smile quickly turned stiff.

In front of him, Ye Wuyou's figure stood more than ten meters away, with his hands slightly hanging down, without any movement.

Then... what was the attack?

Murong Huan looked down, and there was a round hole in his chest, as if it was pierced by something.

But he didn't see anything.

Not even a drop of blood flowed out.

Murong Huan's eyes were a little confused.

Ye Wuyou's voice came from the front.

"It's a pity that you have practiced for your whole life, but you are in the illusion without knowing it. You are left with a remnant soul, but you don't know whether you are alive or dead, and you are played around by others."

The dark blue ghost hand slowly pierced out from the opponent's chest.

Although it was invisible, the breath emanating from it inexplicably made Murong Huan's heart tighten.

Pain, trembling.

The weirdness is inherently corrosive, especially when facing the soul.

In the dungeon, Xia Anmeng, as a remnant soul of the sixth realm, was tortured to death by the weirdness, not to mention Murong Huan's close contact at the moment.

Ye Wuyou is only in the first realm, even if it is only a remnant soul of the fourth realm, he cannot fight against it.

But the weirdness is different.

It is specifically used to defeat the soul.

The remnant soul of the fourth realm finally began to dissipate, but it did not dissipate in the world, but merged into it little by little along the invisible ghost hand.

Or maybe at the moment of death, Murong Huan's eyes were a little clearer, as if he realized something.

Qianhuan Sect, Demon Fox, Wedding, Apprentice...

Treasures taken away, sect destroyed...

Where is Qianhuan Sect in the world!

All this is just the fantasy of this remnant soul.

Murong Huan opened his mouth and screamed.

"My friend, hold back, don't let... fall into the hands of the evildoer."

"Qianhuan...Purple Gold Bell!"

Ye Wuyou couldn't hear all this.

The dark blue weirdness behind him emerged, and countless dark blue hands wrapped Ye Wuyou layer by layer.

Feeling the abundant soul power flowing into the weirdness behind him, Ye Wuyou couldn't help but look up, with a comfortable smile on his face.

But there was still some regret in his eyes.

Or, it was a bit of regret.

"It's a pity, but a remnant soul of the fourth realm, the taste is too bland after all."

Xia Anmeng...

Recalling the taste of that woman, Ye Wuyou lowered his eyes slightly, his face calm.

"Next time we meet, I'll eat her."