My practice narration is weird

Inside the cage, Ye Wuyou easily lifted the wooden board, raising a large amount of dust.

As expected, there was another world under the wooden board.

A hole that was slanted straight downwards. Although it was dark, Ye Wuyou could still see the stairs inside.

This was the entrance to the ninth floor of the prison.

It was placed here.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuyou was about to step into it, but his body froze slightly.

His footsteps had already stepped into the darkness, but it was very strange... stepping in the air.

The ground was still a plane, and the dark hole on it could only be seen, but when you stepped on it, it still felt like the ground.

It was like a very realistic 3D oil painting, which was now displayed on the ground and appeared before people's eyes.

Everything in the oil painting was of course fake, no matter how real it was, it was fake.

But Ye Wuyou knew that this was not a realistic portrait, and there was really a ninth floor underneath.

What kind of method was this, and what should be done about it?

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed a thoughtful look, but there was a movement on the side.

Junxiong... The child slowly turned around in the arms of the mute girl, his eyes focused.

But he did not look at Ye Wuyou, but looked at the ground that looked like a "portrait".

Is that so...

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed a hint of realization, then he took a deep breath, pointed at the "portrait" hanging quietly on the ground, and said.

"The ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison, is it true... or false?"

The child ignored Ye Wuyou at first, but the mute girl walked to Ye Wuyou silently, then stretched out her hand to pull Ye Wuyou's sleeve, then lowered her head slightly, and looked at the child in her arms with her eyes covered by her long hair.

"Aba... Aba... Aba"

Ye Wuyou looked at the mute girl in surprise. He felt that the other party's pronunciation was not right, and wanted to correct it.

But he felt that he was overthinking. Why was he competing with a mute?

The child's eyes were on Ye Wuyou, and his expression seemed a little tangled. His white eyes turned around, and then he lowered his head and spoke.

His voice was extremely hoarse, which should not be the voice of a child.

"Judgment... is true."

The "scroll" on the ground seemed to be distorted for a moment, and then Ye Wuyou felt his feet loosen.

The picture became true, and the real entrance to the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison was opened.

Although I have known the horror of [True or False Judgment] for a long time, I didn't feel the difference until today.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, and it was difficult for him to understand all this.

What if it is judged to be false? Will the ninth floor disappear?

Lu Qingshan couldn't have thought of this.

Or maybe the Shinto Pillar cannot be affected by the weirdness? So it can't be judged as false anyway?

After all, until now, no one has heard of anyone being able to break the Shinto Pillar, and the Shinto technique itself consumes the weird power to activate.

But no matter what, at least the entrance to this floor appeared in front of him.

Ye Wuyou certainly wouldn't use the [Shinto Technique Clone], but as the saying goes, since you're here, you have to take a look.

He took a candle from the wall, then walked down the dark stairs slowly until his figure disappeared into the darkness.

The ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

If you don't step on it yourself, it's hard to imagine that there is such a huge space under Tianlan City.

This floor is much wider than the other Heavenly Prisons, but it is empty, no cages, no weirdness, nothing.

There is only a stone pillar extending from the deeper ground.

There are words engraved on the stone pillar, and Ye Wuyou just glanced at it and didn't look at it more.

[Shinto Technique·Clone]

A Shinto technique that can only be used once.

It can completely create another you, with your own memories, all your own magical powers, and a completely consistent appearance, and the cultivation realm is exactly the same.

He has independent consciousness.

Of course, the temperament may be slightly different, and in addition, it involves weirdness and cannot be inherited.

The real Lu Qingshan doesn't like to see the emperor's uncle, but the clone Lu Qingshan likes to see it.

The real Lu Qingshan, whether it was the time-traveling Tianyan at the Lu family before, or the Tianyan at the door of the eighth floor just now, Ye Wuyou vaguely felt that the "Lu Qingshan" was a little different from the Lu Qingshan he knew.

More sharp and confident.

And his "master" lacked this sharpness.

Maybe it's because of age?

Maybe...right?

Lu Qingshan chose this step back then because the price of [death] was too high. Qi Sha must die, and in the end he was forced to inherit everything from himself by the clone method, which was equivalent to unconditional use of [death].

Ye Wuyou would not choose this step.

Is memory the carrier of a person?

Ye Wuyou couldn't answer, and he was not sure. If he really died one day, would he change his mind and choose to use the magic of Shinto to create a self... to live in his place?

In this case, at least in the eyes of the people around him and the world, Ye Wuyou is still alive.

The future is unpredictable.

At least Ye Wuyou now disagrees with this matter. This is his own paranoia, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong.

If I use [Shintoism] to create another self now, I am afraid I will want to kill the other party on the spot.

Just like the "man in the mirror" in the underground palace.

There can only be one Ye Wuyou in the world.

It can only be myself.

Ye Wuyou walked around the ninth floor of the prison and felt that there was nothing to see, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly paused. Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned his mind. He found something different in a hidden corner.

Dark brown dry spots...

This is blood.

And it has been many years, and there is only this little bit.

Why is there blood in this place?

This made Ye Wuyou look puzzled.

But he immediately thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand with his palm open.

The previous Lu Qingshan was the real Lu Qingshan, who wanted to verify something and deduce the future from the past.

It happened to deduce the past at the same place as himself, and the two Tianyan were connected.

What about this place?

Will Lu Qingshan leave something behind?

The doubts in his heart and the curiosity at the moment are connected together, and Ye Wuyou used Tianyan.

What is this blood?

A picture unfolded in front of Ye Wuyou.

But the picture was blurry and nothing could be seen clearly.

And the consumption of [Ghost] is very large.

This means that the deduction is a little difficult.

Is it because it is too long ago, or because this matter is concealed, or maybe because this place involves weirdness?

Just when Ye Wuyou wanted to give up, the picture suddenly flickered, and then it became clearer.

That familiar feeling came again.

Someone used Tianyan in the past, at the same place, to connect the future.

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A dark and silent world.

This is the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

A figure is running at this moment, his figure is shaky, his breath is even more scattered, and he looks extremely embarrassed.

Every step he takes, blood will overflow and fall to the ground.

The blood stained the green robe, gradually turning into a mixture of green and red.

In the end, he couldn't walk anymore, his breath was dissipated, and his injuries were serious.

So he fell to the ground, lowered his head, and sweat and blood mixed together, flowing down his cheeks.

But his eyes were still bright, revealing a trace of unwillingness, and even a sense of... madness.

He is Lu Qingshan.

There are footsteps behind him.

Lu Qingshan, who looked young at that time, laughed miserably at this moment, and then seemed to think of something, trembling and stretching out his hand, with fatigue in his eyes.

Spreading his palm, Tianyan.

He deduced the future.

This is the ultimate Tianyan, without reservation, even using the soul.

Lu Qingshan sat on the ground, looking up slightly, looking at something in the void.

Ye Wuyou also looked at him.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were very calm, but the sharpness and unwillingness always lingered in the corners of his eyes.

Ye Wuyou was speechless at this moment, with complexity and shock in his eyes, and even more doubts.

"I haven't lost yet, remember, he is not me..." Lu Qingshan said so.

The footsteps stopped behind him.

Then, Lu Qingshan's head was held down from behind, and then slammed hard on the ground.

Once, once, and again.

Smashed until bloody, blood splattered, lost consciousness, died...

'Lu Qingshan' walked out from behind him at this moment, with a steady breath, a calm face, and a mellow voice.

"Why do you have to do this? What's the point of you desperately using Tianyan?"

No one could respond to him.

There was only a corpse on the ground in front of him.

Lu Qingshan felt a little disappointed, shook his head slightly, and whispered.

"I don't have Tianyan's memory... That's it, you're dead, Tianyan is mine, I'll see it myself."

Tianyan, is inherited.

Ye Wuyou looked at this scene, but couldn't say anything.

This is Lu Qingshan's clone.

This is also his master.

This is the Lu Qingshan he has always known.

Lu Qingshan in the picture has a black little man in his hand.

And his eyes are curiously looking at this little man, just like the expression when Ye Wuyou first learned Tianyan.

But when Lu Qingshan used Tianyan, Ye Wuyou cut off the connection with Tianyan without hesitation.

As long as he did not take the initiative to deduce the future and the past, he could not see everything clearly with the power of one person.

He did not want Lu Qingshan to know that it was him who saw all this.

Because he was sure that the Lu Qingshan he knew did not know him before.

The connection with Tianyan was cut off, and Ye Wuyou stood in the dark prison. For some reason, he felt a slight chill on his back.

Although Lu Qingshan's original body was not his master, seeing someone who looked exactly like Lu Qingshan being crushed to death, Ye Wuyou felt very uncomfortable.

And the other party's last words, the words of using Tianyan at the last risk of life, what did they mean?

"I haven't lost yet, remember, he is not me..."

Just as Ye Wuyou was thinking.

The next moment.

The earth shook!