My practice narration is weird

The little black man kowtowed gently in his palm, and then slowly disappeared.

Ye Wuyou put his palms together, clasped his fingers lightly, and then looked forward.

Two figures came from a distance.

Except for the dead look on his face, the lifeless aura on his body that didn't look like a living person, and the body made of dust.

The appearance is no different than before.

It seems like an old friend is coming.

Meeting again after a long absence should be a happy event in the world.

But Ye Wuyou raised his hand slightly, then put his five fingers together and grasped the cold handle of the knife.

There was a voice coming from the sky in front, the voice was calm, with a slight smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes, long time no see, Master."

The voice from high in the sky was soft.

The sharp edge of Qi spread out from the blade, and then spread out, as if a thunder pool was drawn in the boundless sky.

Have you reached the fifth realm?

Lu Qingshan smiled at the corner of his mouth, then looked away from Ye Wuyou, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the faint illusory sun in the sky.

Can he stop me?

A slightly questioning voice came.

"Lu Qingshan, what are you going to do now?"

"Being forced to do something, something only I can do."

"whats the matter?"

Lu Qingshan chuckled.

Being restrained by others, he could not express his inner thoughts.

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention to what the other party said, he just spoke to himself.

"I saw a person who resurrected from the dead before. She is not like the others. She only knows how to kill, but she has a certain sense of autonomy."

"That person seemed to know a lot about weirdness. In addition, she also appeared in Tianlan City. I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident. She seemed to want to enter the Tianlao, as if there was something there that attracted her."

"At that time, I was thinking, would there be some special people who can have a certain sense of autonomy even if they are 'resurrected from the dead'? Now it seems that it is true."

"It's just that these remaining 'selfs' are ultimately controlled by others, and they may collapse at some point."

Ye Wuyou had already guessed this, but when he saw Su Qingchen, he confirmed some of his thoughts.

[Man in the Mirror] is inherently weird, but it is not omnipotent.

When the former 'self' was copied by the [Man in the Mirror], he had an independent consciousness.

Or maybe it was the former ‘Xia An’s Dream’, even the [Man in the Mirror] still has his own self.

So it's not surprising that both Su Qingchen and Lu Qingshan can maintain consciousness in this situation.

But after all, it is still controlled by others.

Lu Qingshan looked leisurely, neither confirming nor denying.

"Anything else?" he asked.

Ye Wuyou pondered for a moment and said.

"In addition, the demon tribe seems to be very interested in Tianlao. They have traveled thousands of miles to come to Tianlan City and try to do something."

After a slight pause, Ye Wuyou spoke calmly.

"Lu Qingshan, are you going to the Heavenly Prison now too?"

"Who knows?" Lu Qingshan said casually.

Ye Wuyou shook his head. It was only more than three hundred miles from Tianlao. With the cultivation of the six realms, he could reach it in one day.

He used Tianyan to calculate for a long time. Lu Qingshan came all the way from the capital to this place. What else could his goal be?

But Ye Wuyou was really confused.

How can those weird people have such great magic power, which makes both humans and monsters miss them.

In the past, he didn't know who to talk to about these issues, but now he can talk about them.

"To be honest, I'm really curious. Even if we destroy the prison and release those weirdos, it will only increase the number of killings. But what is the purpose of this? Lu Qingshan, can you answer it?"

Killing is just a means.

Just like monsters kill people, people kill monsters, and people kill people, they are all just means.

What's the purpose?

"Who knows?" Lu Qingshan still smiled easily.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, took a deep breath and asked.

"Is there a way to get you out of control?"

"Who knows?" Lu Qingshan began to reread.

[Ant is an ant. Even if this ant has some uniqueness in the past, right now he is just a poor worm controlled by another ant. Such crude methods of controlling people make people laugh.]

oh? Rough means?

Is there any way to break it?

【……】

The narrator chose to change the topic.

[Thinking back to those days, when you shot tigers and leaned on yellow dragons, you had the guts to know who was the mortal opponent. You ruled the world for thousands of years and planted an indelible ideological seal. Your methods were thousands of times better than these ants.]

The narrator was barking while the dog was barking, and Lu Qingshan couldn't say anything useful.

So Ye Wuyou was very unhappy.

So he pointed at Lu Qingshan and said angrily.

"I don't know about this, I don't know about that, Lu Qingshan, what else do you know? Oh, by the way, you just know that you look at the emperor's uncle every day and see that everyone is gone."

Lu Qingshan looked a little stunned, and finally spoke helplessly.

"I really don't know these questions..."

But as he spoke, his figure moved forward bit by bit.

Step by step, he walked towards the thunder pool that Ye Wuyou had drawn with his blade.

His body was a little stiff, but he still moved forward. Lu Qingshan looked at his footsteps and sighed softly in his heart.

He couldn't control himself.

Ye Wuyou frowned, but Lu Qingshan didn't seem surprised that all this happened, and just reminded him calmly.

"Ye Wuyou, I have to move on."

Ye Wuyou still made no move.

Lu Qingshan felt something strange in his heart.

The next moment, a black gas suddenly lingered in front of Lu Qingshan, and there was a faint black coffin lid in the black gas.

The black gas enveloped Lu Qingshan.

Invisible ghost hands spread out from all directions and smashed towards Lu Qingshan who was wrapped in the black gas.

[Ghost Coffin]

Luring you into a trap.

There was no sign at all, everything happened in an instant, all were killing moves, and they were all aimed at one strike.

Ye Wuyou thought very clearly.

He hoped that Lu Qingshan could live more than anyone else.

But Lu Qingshan was already dead.

He was being controlled by someone, and what he was going to do now would only cause more people to die.

The entangled black gas suddenly paused, and then it was like smoke, blown by the strong wind, and suddenly dissipated.

Lu Qingshan, whose half of his body disappeared and turned into dust, jumped out of it.

Facing the countless invisible ghost hands that attacked, Lu Qingshan seemed to be able to see them. With just a flick of his fingertips, the ghost hands continued to collapse.

It was not over yet.

The sharp blade appeared directly in front of Lu Qingshan. The sword energy that had been laid out before, at this moment, seemed to have been ready for a long time, and suddenly turned into a vortex-like sharp blade towards Lu Qingshan.

The offensive continued, and Lu Qingshan's figure retreated again and again in the sky.

The broken green shirt was raised, Lu Qingshan stretched out his arm, and just made a seal with his fingertips.

But the sharp blade flashed, and then the whole arm made a crisp sound of breaking, and it broke together with the green shirt and turned into powder and dissipated.

There were ice crystals emerging from Lu Qingshan's body, as if trying to seal it, but Lu Qingshan saw through it. With the huge force from the blade, his figure retreated again. Ye Wuyou did not hesitate at all, and his figure swept out and followed closely.

Whether it is smashing the opponent's arm or cutting off the opponent's head, it is meaningless.

[The Man in the Mirror], immortality is so difficult.

All that can be done is to seal it.

[The Ghost Door Coffin] was used again, but it appeared behind Lu Qingshan.

The dark coffin lid opened, as if to seal Lu Qingshan in the coffin.

In this moment of fighting, countless moves were exchanged between the two sides. The magical power displayed by Ye Wuyou was like a storm, suppressing Lu Qingshan and making him breathless.

For the first time, Lu Qingshan's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and a trace of relief seemed to flash in the depths of his empty and dead eyes.

Even though he was about to be swallowed by the [Ghost Door Coffin] in the next moment, Lu Qingshan smiled and spoke.

"How did you do this?"

It seemed to be a question without logic, but both parties knew what was being asked.

Lu Qingshan knew that Ye Wuyou had [Ghost], and he also knew that Ye Wuyou had integrated the second strange [Forgetfulness] to balance the erosion in his body.

Ye Wuyou knew that Lu Qingshan was asking about the [Strange Door Coffin], the third strange thing.

This was something Lu Qingshan had handed over to him personally.

Integrating two strange things was the limit, and three strange things should not have happened.

Ye Wuyou did not respond, but just looked at the scene in front of him calmly.

Of course, he could not respond to any words, and it was all because of the sacred tree.

The sacred tree was the most dangerous secret in his body at present.

God knew whether the person behind Lu Qingshan could hear the conversation between him and Lu Qingshan, and whether he could get information about the sacred tree from Lu Qingshan.

A dark and dry arm emerged from the coffin lid, grabbed Lu Qingshan's broken body, and seemed to drag him in.

Seeing that Ye Wuyou did not respond, Lu Qingshan seemed to understand something and did not ask any more questions.

"Ye Wuyou, have you seen the Dharma image of my master?" He then changed the words.

Dharma image?

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

He had indeed never seen Lu Qingshan perform his Dharma image, and he even rarely saw Lu Qingshan perform his magical powers.

After all, the previous [Death] did not require any price.

Magical powers were not as useful as [Death]. Whoever was touched would die.

Even though he was covered by the [Ghost Coffin], even though he was suppressed by Ye Wuyou, even though he was entangled by the ghost hand, Lu Qingshan remained calm, but his expression gradually became solemn.

He spoke, but his words were full of reminders and advice.

"Run."