My practice narration is weird

[Hehehe, you have never had such a wonderful soul. The luck contained in it makes you feel excited. You finally remembered everything. This should be your destiny.]

No, what are you barking about?

What did you say before? Can a man's soul be delicious?

But then, Ye Wuyou's body became stiff again.

The invisible big hand tightly bound Ye Wuyou's body at this moment. The old master's face could not be seen in the dark night, but the gloom in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

He held his palm in the air, containing a thousand pounds of force, but he did not strangle Ye Wuyou to death immediately.

But Ye Wuyou could feel that his own qi was constantly dissipating, just like the "Qimen" formation that Ding Wang had set up before, constantly absorbing the qi in his body.

The qi that had just consumed the sixth-level soul of "Master Cui" and the other two fifth-level souls in the sacred tree were being quickly devoured.

This, this... Ye Wuyou's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and anger continued to spread.

He was actually being devoured by someone else?

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth, a touch of scarlet overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he cursed.

"You beast, you actually used such a despicable magic method!"

The old master had never heard of it.

Unable to resist, and in this area of ​​Baiyun Temple covered by the [Demon Sealing Barrier], he could not use weirdness.

A feeling of facing "Wind Spirit" emerged in Ye Wuyou's heart.

The force of compression came from all directions, and his bones all over his body creaked.

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth, and his body, which had been tempered and could already withstand the four realms of magic, seemed a little weak at this moment.

He realized that his body had been scarred when he forcibly broke free from the big hand before.

At that time, the narrator said something...

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

What did I do?

Yes, the moment I broke free, I took the other person's soul.

Everything was almost subconscious.

My thoughts were finally interrupted by the spreading pain.

For some reason, the other party did not kill me immediately, but the increasing force was real. The great master of Baiyun Temple looked gloomy and thoughtful.

It seemed that he was weighing something.

Ye Wuyou could only grit his teeth and said in his heart.

Narrator, save me.

The voice of the narrator sounded immediately.

[It's ridiculous. Do you need to think more about this kind of stuff? Look at these two wastes in front of you, an old immortal who has wasted his years and lived for a hundred years, and his little cub who didn't even have time to waste his years. Tsk, you are hypocritical and hypocritical]

[This kind of annoying thing should thank you for your kindness every minute and every second to live in the world. Now that he dares to appear, it is obvious that he is seeking his own death. He is just begging a great existence like you to grant him death]

Damn, I also want to say this, but can you stop barking, the other side is the seventh realm, the seventh realm!

The voice of the narrator paused for a moment, and then said again.

The voice echoed in Ye Wuyou's heart like a huge bell.

[Tonight, I am the chosen one, and the only one]

As the voice fell, the breath around Ye Wuyou suddenly became silent.

The aura that was already very little, at this moment, did not need to be absorbed by the other party, and it dissipated instantly.

Without the last bit of Qi to protect his body, the huge palm pressure that was tightly wrapped around him suddenly shrank without any cover.

The Great Immortal paused, what happened?

He didn't want to kill this kid yet, he just wanted to extract the luck that was swallowed in his body.

After extracting for a long time, there was only the useless Qi.

But now even the Qi is gone?

The Great Immortal hesitated, but finally loosened his hand a little.

But the next moment, a breath that was much more powerful than before spread out from Ye Wuyou. The Qi was not majestic, nor was it very thick, it was just a wisp.

But this wisp was far stronger than before.

This is the difference between quality and quantity.

This is not his Qi.

Whose...

The invisible palm that tightly bound Ye Wuyou now made a series of tremors, and the sound was like the explosion of a nine-section whip in the air.

The sudden change made the old master stunned, but then he saw the man in front of him in the night, looking at him with a grim smile.

His hands, which had been twisted and deformed, slammed down heavily, hitting the nothingness in front of him.

The invisible palm broke a corner of the fingertips, and Ye Wuyou shot out, stepped through the night sky, and was about to escape.

There were ripples of divine magic under his feet.

How could he shrink the earth into an inch?

Although the great master was puzzled, his eyes were still calm, and he just snapped his fingers again.

The flying bird in the sky in the night suddenly fell down.

"Master, he killed the snow leopard..."

Ding Wang had returned to his body that was almost cut in two by Ye Wuyou.

He followed the great master silently, looking at the falling figure with resentment in his eyes.

The great master's voice was indifferent.

"Don't worry, your body is still there. First, get back your lost luck."

"Yes, Master."

The Great Immortal was still calm and glanced at Ding Wang from the corner of his eyes, but there was a hint of strangeness in the depths of his eyes.

He is really an idiot. Can the sixth realm be suppressed by the fifth realm? Is this how the Qimen I taught you is used?

There are obviously ten thousand ways to win effortlessly, but he is so embarrassed. He keeps talking about snow leopards every day. He really wastes his luck.

The great immortal stretched out his hand and grabbed forward. The invisible big hand appeared again, as if he wanted to catch Ye Wuyou who had fallen to the ground.

Ding Wang's eyes showed relief and joy, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His master is the great immortal of Baiyun Temple, and his Taoism is extremely mysterious.

And his master's surname is Zhang. It is said that he has a close relationship with the ancient Taoism. In the past, he was guaranteed to be a heavenly master.

And now, he is his master.

This is luck. He is really lucky. No matter what the process is, he will always be the one standing at the end.

But the next moment, the smile on Ding Wang's face froze.

With an old roar, his master was kicked away in front of him, and his whole body flew straight out.

"Second, Second Uncle?" Ding Wang murmured.

Wang Ting Zhenren's hair was disheveled at the moment, and he hadn't changed his ragged Taoist robe that was burned by [annihilation] for two days. At this moment, he fell in front, still maintaining the posture of flying kick.

Zhang Zhenren stood up from the ground, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said angrily.

"Wang Ting... are you a little too much."

Wang Ting Zhenren heard it, but at this moment, he pointed at Da Zhenren and said angrily regardless of his temperament.

"Zhang Dadan, you dare to touch my people?"

"You, you..."

"What do you mean by you, Zhang Dadan, didn't I tell you that this person is the one I like to be with, what the hell do you want to do?"

"You, you, you..."

Zhang Zhenren laughed angrily at this moment, and the surging aura roared out from him in an instant, spreading throughout the mountains and forests, covering the entire mountain city.

"Wang Ting, I warn you, don't call me Zhang Dadan!"

Not in good condition, only one chapter today

Tomorrow will be updated, 10,000 words will be added, sorry sorry