My practice narration is weird

The blade penetrated the man's heart without any hindrance and came out directly from the back.

But strangely, no blood flowed out.

On the contrary, Wu Yi's expression did not change at all, there was no pain, no pain. Instead, there was a playful look in his eyes, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Ye Wuyou's head.

"Since you've committed the murder, I won't be polite." Wu Yi said softly.

Ye Wuyou raised his eyes slightly, and several invisible ghost hands spread out.

At such a close distance, there is no doubt about the power of the invisible ghost hands.

But the next moment, in a scene that ordinary people couldn't see, the blue ghost hand easily penetrated the opponent's body...

Penetrating?

No, it's penetration, it's penetration after touching.

Just like the previous blade, although it passed through the opponent's body, there was no feeling of contact with the real thing.

What is happening now is just a moment.

His big hand easily covered Ye Wuyou's head.

Qi blossoms.

A smile appeared on Wuyi's lips.

He threw the body in his hand aside, took a deep breath, and just took a step.

But he heard a familiar voice coming from beside him, with a curious inquiry.

"So what is this? Neither the blade nor the magical power can touch your body, [hollow]? No wonder you didn't take any precautions against my knife. Are you sure you can defeat the enemy with a backhand?"

Wu Yi suddenly turned around, only to see Ye Wuyou standing in front of the aisle intact.

In his hand he held a ball-shaped ball that shone with red light... What was that?

The next moment, under Wu Yi's puzzled and shocked gaze, Ye Wuyou reached out and pulled out his right eye.

Instead, a sphere emitting scarlet light was stuffed into the opponent's eyes.

A piercing pupil like a monster slowly appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Wu Yi's expression changed. He simply felt a little disgusted, especially the exploding eyeballs.

"Honestly, I haven't used this ghost thing for a long time, because I have always felt that illusion is of no use. After all, their realm is a few points higher than mine. Facing the six realms of overcoming the inner demon tribulation, illusion is really useless. Can’t be fooled.”

This is Ye Wuyou's truth.

To survive the calamity of inner demons in the Sixth Realm, the mind is much more determined than that of ordinary practitioners. Unless one knows the weakness of the other party's mind, illusion is really difficult to master.

But in Daxuan, I really didn't meet many people who were lower than myself.

Even snow leopards are not afraid of illusions.

But now I’m back in Dayan.

It’s not that we don’t pay attention to or underestimate the enemy.

It's just that the other party is obviously having something weird, and weirdness doesn't make sense at all.

Killing at first sight is even more terrifying. If it's something weird like [Death] or [Gear of Cause and Effect], it doesn't matter even if you are stronger than the opponent.

Of course, Ye Wuyou didn't want to try it himself, so he took a safer approach.

But I really saw the weirdness of the other party...

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed thoughts.

Speaking of which, can this [virtualization] ability penetrate without limit?

"Illusion..."

When was it?

By the way, the surrounding candlelight seemed to flicker and distort for a while.

There was a trace of vigilance in Wuyi's eyes, but his expression was not too disturbing.

The weirdness about him is just as the other party said... [Void]

When facing an enemy, he often doesn't like to take the upper hand.

Because he prides himself on being invincible with his backhand.

But that doesn't mean he won't take the initiative.

Thinking of this, Wu Yi smiled and whispered to Ye Wuyou.

"It's really a wonderful illusion, but..."

Before he finished speaking, the surging Qi had already overflowed from all directions in the aisle, and then turned into fine silk threads and silver needles, piercing the opponent's body.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, his eyes showing a hint of disgust at the blood-stained corridor, and then turned to look at the stone wall.

"You seem to love cleanliness very much. You have already reached the fifth level of cultivation. Why can't you see blood?"

Ye Wuyou was sitting on a table in the aisle, looking at him with doubts.

Wu Yi gritted his teeth slightly at this moment, his eyes showing shock and anger.

"Don't be so surprised. Illusion is just a small trick, but if you can't see through it, you can't see through it. Just like the formation in front of you, if you can't break it, you can't break it."

The second Ye Wuyou appeared on the other side beside him.

The sudden change made Wu Yi slightly distracted. He was silent for a moment, and then spoke calmly.

"So what? As you said, you can't hurt me, whether it's fantasy or reality."

What responded to him was Ye Wuyou's smiling voice, just like his previous answer.

"Try?"

"In that case, I thought we could talk."

Wu Yi said this, but his face was silent, but his mind was sensing everywhere, scanning back and forth to find the weak points and flaws in this illusion.

"Then tell me why you want to enter the eighth floor. Forget it, let's just tell you who told you that the eighth floor holds weird things. What do you want to do after entering?"

The words came, but Wu Yi's eyes flashed slightly.

He had noticed a difference in this illusion.

There was a candlelight flickering on the stone wall, but there was no reflection.

And the rest all have reflections.

In an instant, he jumped up and ran straight towards the candlelight on the stone wall.

He waved his sleeves, and the candle was knocked over along with the lamp and fell to the ground.

The illusion began to disintegrate, and a hint of reality emerged.

Wuyi turned around and looked back, his expression full of pride, his eyes shining brightly, and he said coldly.

"If you want to talk, that's fine. I'll have a good talk with you when I get out of this illusion."

Ye Wuyou's figure was still sitting calmly on the table, his eyes did not waver, he just looked at him calmly.

His calmness made Wu Yi slightly surprised, but then he suppressed the emotion, and Qi poured out from his fingertips and dispersed into the air.

It's like grabbing a picture scroll and tearing it apart suddenly.

The scroll is easily torn apart, revealing the truth.

The pride on Wu Yi's face gradually solidified at this moment.

The black coffin, the coffin lid gradually sealed, and the abyss-like darkness seemed to cover him bit by bit.

He desperately wanted to get out of the coffin, but it was as if he was floating in the air and there was no gravity around him, making his speed extremely slow.

[Virtualization] seems useless at this moment.

Because he is already in the [Tricky Door Coffin], and it is inside.

And he jumped in on his own.

"Is this a trick coffin?" There was horror in his eyes.

He knew this was strange.

"Save me, save me! I'm not a bad person, I was wrong, I didn't want to kill you, I'm just dying..."

But no matter how he shouted, the coffin lid was finally closed bit by bit.

He was surrounded by dark mud, with black foam rising from the mud. From time to time, dry black arms stretched out from it, reaching towards him as if he felt something.

Although he hadn't touched him yet, Wu Yi's eyes showed an expression of extreme fear and horror.

Dirty, ugly, unclean, disgusting...

He finally let out a desperate roar, his voice filled with a certain sadness.

"It's the owner of Tianji Building. He asked me to come. He owes me one more time. I'll give you this opportunity. I really give it to you!"

A big hand reached out from outside the coffin, then grabbed his scattered hair, pulled it out, and threw it heavily to the ground.

He didn't use Qi machine to protect his body, so he returned from the weightless sly door coffin to the prison. For a moment, he was so thrown that he saw stars in his eyes.

Then he fell to the ground and cried.

Crying heartbreakingly.

The water-sleeved gown was worn on him. Wuyi lowered his head, his hair was messy, and his figure was even more embarrassing. For a moment...

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a while, then he frowned and stretched out his foot to kick the opponent's body.

"May I have your name."

"No memory, Qu, Qu no memory."

Ye Wuyou nodded first, and then saw the other person's face full of tears and runny nose, showing a very puzzled expression.

No, we haven't done anything yet. To be fair, shouldn't you be tough for a while and then punish the other person properly?

"Can you stop crying, you bitch, even your name."

But his words only made the other party glare angrily, his eyes red, but tears flowed out uncontrollably.

For some reason, Ye Wuyou felt a little weird when he was being looked at by the other party.

he asked in a deep voice.

"The owner of Tianji Building...he asked you to come, what is your relationship with him?"

The reason for rescuing the other party is that Qu Wuyi is not a real villain, and on the other hand, it is also related to the title of the owner of the Tianji Building.

Although he has never met the other party, Ye Wuyou has heard too many rumors about this poster.

From the mouth of Lu Qingshan, from the mouth of Taoist Baimei, from the diary of Xia Anmeng's dead old enemy, from the mouth of Ji Wuye...

They all have traces of this Tianji Tower.

Qu Wuyi's answer to this question is.

"He, he...he has nothing to do with me." Wuyi's words were a little difficult and even more awkward.

Honestly, the answer to this question doesn't matter.

But the important thing is that Ye Wuyou saw a trace of redness on the other person's cheeks.

Damn it, bro, you are a man.

Yes, Qu Wuyi is a man, a real man.

At least the physical characteristics are entirely male.

It's hard to describe Ye Wuyou's current mood.

He couldn't help but recall Ji Wuye's last words...

That's all, this is other people's business. You shouldn't carry these prejudices. Business is more important.

He took a deep breath, put his hand on his forehead and sighed, trying to calm his mind and asked.

"Then what did he tell you, and why did you open the eighth-level prison?"

This question made Qu Wuyi silent for a while. Gradually he stopped crying, wiped the dirt on his face with his sleeves, and whispered.

"I'm going to die, and you're also weird. Can you tell? I'm actually very seriously eroded..."

Ye Wuyou nodded, he could see this.

A strange aura spreads over the opponent's body. It was okay if he didn't use it before, but after using [Void] several times, the opponent's body can no longer suppress the spread of the aura.

"So you want to merge with the second Weird to extend your life?" Ye Wuyou asked.

This idea is normal, but why come to Tianlao?

With the owner of Tianji Tower as a guide, we can eventually find other weird traces.

Wuyi shook his head and whispered.

"I want to live, but integrating into the second Weird is very risky and painful. I... probably won't be able to bear it."

"so……"

Wuyi raised his head and looked at Ye Wuyou, his voice weakened and he begged.

"The owner of Tianji Building told me that there is a Shinto pillar here, and the method on it can keep me alive."