My practice narration is weird

It was still the familiar blue dragon emerging from the water. At the most extreme speed, the knife light carried Ye Wuyou's figure and crossed the fifty-seven steps in one step.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ding Wang.

In the "selfless" state of mind, Ye Wuyou could not hear the narration in his mind.

But he could understand the formation strangely.

The center of the formation was Ding Wang, and the fifty-seven steps between the two were the manifestation of the formation.

Ye Wuyou's realm was not enough to forcibly break the strange formation set up by the six realms.

It seemed that there was no other choice except breaking the center of the formation.

It was indeed a dead end formation.

In this case, what was the difference between crossing one layer and crossing fifty-seven layers?

Ding Wang's pupils shrank slightly, and his figure kept retreating slightly backwards.

He had only two thoughts in his mind.

One was, what a fast knife.

One is, why can this person be so arrogant...

The bright knife light became extremely weak in the blink of an eye. Under Ding Wang's gaze, the sharpness was gone, and the sharp aura faded.

Ye Wuyou's breath also weakened instantly, and the contempt and arrogance on his face also stagnated slightly, as if he seemed a little stunned.

Arrogance and sarcasm completely disappeared from Ye Wuyou's face, as if he had changed a person.

Everything happened in a flash.

Before Ding Wang's pupils that had shrunken previously could expand, the corners of his mouth could no longer suppress the smile, and he swung his big hand and handed out a palm.

The aura that was even stronger than before roared out, and the snow leopard on the side also let out a roar at this moment, stepped on the ground with four claws, jumped out, opened his bloody mouth and bit towards Ye Wuyou.

Blood splashed everywhere.

The figure suddenly fell on the stone steps, making a dull and heavy sound.

A bloody head rolled down the steps like a ball.

It was a snow leopard.

With a dull cry of pain, Ding Wang staggered back, holding his bloody left hand.

He didn't understand.

Why could the man in front of him recover from a complete loss of energy to almost normal in an instant?

The formation had been cracked.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ding Wang's mouth, and the energy in his body was in chaos in an instant.

Qimen formations are more powerful and flexible than ordinary formations, but there is such a price.

The self is the eye of the formation, driving the formation.

Rather than an ordinary formation flag.

Then when the formation is broken, the self will also be backlashed.

This is why nine out of ten people who practice Qimen go crazy.

Apart from the person who is the eye of the formation and controls everything in the formation, once something goes wrong, the body will be injured and the breath will be scattered, or the soul will collapse.

It even creates a sense of separation between the body and the soul. Once you delve into the Qimen, you often forget the existence of the body. After a long time, you really can't come back.

But at this moment, there is no time to think so much, he can only run to the back.

The "Wu Xiang Xin Jing" is running in the body, and the majestic energy flows out from the sacred tree, and in an instant it has filled Ye Wuyou's body.

The voice of the narrator sounded on time at the moment when Ye Wuyou's "selfless" state of mind dissipated.

[A mere snow leopard also wants to stop you, which is ridiculous. Little do you know that you once killed the world's most precious iron-eating beast to the point of being terrified and almost extinct.]

The call of the sacred tree also came.

""

It means, pitiful, hungry.

Ah ah ah ah, damn, forbidden duet.

Don't be hungry, those souls are originally stored by me in your place, they are mine, mine.

I will find more souls for you later.

And don't bark, you dog, the national treasure is coming just like that, right?

Ye Wuyou frowned at this moment, resisting the irritation in his heart and the pain in his mind, and slashed out again.

Such a close-range slash, even if there is a gap in the realm of the two, but the martial arts practiced by Ye Wuyou is only stronger than Ding Wang, whose formation was broken.

But that slash missed.

Or rather, Ding Wang fell.

Ding Wang slipped and fell heavily backwards to the ground, but his body movements were smoother than Cui Sanniang's "short flash" before...

Damn, what the hell is this? The luck is too good.

Ye Wuyou slashed out again, and the aura bloomed, but it was directly accompanied by the sword and thunder.

Suddenly, a call came from the body, even with a few traces of anxiety and grievance.

", "

I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat.

Damn! Stop barking!

Ye Wuyou's mind was distracted for a moment, and his hands were a little slow.

Ding Wang was crawling on the ground in a mess, but somehow he managed to dodge this sword-like thunderbolt.

What the hell.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were puzzled.

He was in a situation where he had to kill twice in a row, which was a bit strange. His luck was too bad.

Or was it that the other party was too lucky?

Now the other party had already pulled away, but his breath was scattered.

Ye Wuyou's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, but then they relaxed.

It's okay, just some small mistakes.

With a light body, Ye Wuyou caught up with Ding Wang, whose breath was scattered. The latter turned his head and looked at him, looking at the blade that was heading towards him.

Ding Wang's eyes showed a trace of resentment, and a trace of desperate madness was revealed.

What other means did he have?

Ye Wuyou didn't care anymore.

The knife cut down on his head.

But in an instant, the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning, and Ye Wuyou's body was stiff and unable to move as if it was tightly bound by an invisible hand.

The voice came from the distant mountains, old but ethereal.

"Stop."

Ye Wuyou's eyes sank slightly, and his whole body was full of energy, but he still couldn't break free.

Is this the seventh realm?

How many people in the seventh realm are there in Baiyun Temple?

And Ding Wang in front of him was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled gently and looked at Ye Wuyou, as if saying that he was overestimating his own abilities.

The master saved me.

But this is luck, this is strong luck.

Turn misfortune into fortune.

The voice of the narrator suddenly sounded in Ye Wuyou's mind with some anger.

[Stop? It's so absurd. It's these low-lifes who should stop. Those who betray the great way should be punished by you in the most tragic way and die in misery.]

Don't stop shouting, do something, narrator brother.

[When you come back to the world, all the traitors will die.]

The voice fell.

A faint golden light suddenly flashed through Ye Wuyou's dark eyes. His face was solemn for a moment. With a terrifying sound of twisting bones, the invisible hand that bound his body loosened a little.

In an instant, the voice came again.

"Fool, why don't you retreat quickly."

Along with the voice, there was a whistling wind, and a figure appeared in it.

Ding Wang's eyes were startled, and then he stepped back lightly.

But the knife had already been cut out without any hesitation.

A broken arm flew out with blood.

Ding Wang's eyes were horrified, but his body had already had a piercing scar.

But he didn't feel how much pain his body was in, but ran forward without any hindrance.

An old man in a Taoist robe showed up at this moment and blocked him.

"Master."

Ding Wang's words were full of excitement.

But this great master protected him tightly behind him.

Even, he held it in his palm.

Hmm?

Ding Wang looked up in confusion.

His body was standing on the ground in front of him, and his left arm was cut off by its root.

So what was he now...

Soul?

The side effect of the strange array technique, the feeling of separation between the soul and the body, made him forget where his body was for a moment.

And now, this great master stretched out his hand to Ye Wuyou and said indifferently.

"Give it to me."

Ding Wang was puzzled, what should he take?

Why didn't the master kill the other party directly? This accident in his destiny is now in front of him, why did he keep him?

But then, he noticed something and looked at Ye Wuyou in a daze.

About a quarter of his soul was held in the other party's hand.

Swallowed in an instant.

This chapter counts as yesterday's