My practice narration is weird

Three divine soul lights and shadows confront each other.

Xia Anmeng's figure was much taller than Lu Caiwei's, and even a bit plumper than Luo Qinghan's, but sitting on Ye Wuyou's shoulder at the moment, she was quite small.

The gray-robed swordsman looked at Ye Wuyou for a while, and finally frowned slightly.

"You are not a divine soul."

"Oh, what do you think I am?"

Ye Wuyou was not in a hurry to take action, but the gray-robed swordsman also had thoughts in his eyes.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Wuyou glanced around, first looking at Lu Caiwei who was surrounded by a cocoon of light, and then looking slightly sideways at Xia Anmeng on his shoulder.

Xia Anmeng was shaking her feet at the moment. When she saw Ye Wuyou looking over, she paused for a moment and then opened her eyes sideways.

"Why are you here?"

"The weather is nice today."

"ah?"

Xia Anmeng was stunned, wondering why Ye Wuyou said such useless words.

"I mean, it makes no sense for you to ask me why I'm here, just like today's weather."

Ye Wuyou curled his lips, then stretched out his fingers and placed them in front of Xia Anmeng.

His palm was half the size of Xia Anmeng's body. At this moment, his fingers were like spears, as powerful as a bamboo. Under Xia Anmeng's surprised eyes, he pointed at her heart.

That was the place where the man in gray robe had just injured him.

A touch of pure breath was injected into it, Xia Anmeng remained silent and allowed Ye Wuyou to do what he did to her.

"Did you hear that just now?" Xia Anmeng whispered.

"What did you hear?"

"As I said..."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Xia Anmeng said, feeling slightly relieved in her heart.

Fortunately, Ye Wuyou didn't hear it.

Otherwise it would be terrible.

But Ye Wuyou's words came from his ears, with a faint smile.

"So who's first and who's last?"

Xia Anmeng's body felt as if he was hit hard for a moment. His mouth was slightly opened, his expression was stiff, but he was speechless.

The gray-robed swordsman raised his head at this moment, his thoughts seemed to have come to fruition, and he looked at Ye Wuyou's "spirit" that was much larger than ordinary people.

"I once watched the ceremony under the Fuso tree. At that time, there was a wood spirit floating in the tree. I saw it once. It seemed to be the same as you, but there was a slight difference in the breath."

Ye Wuyou was really surprised.

As expected of an ancient cultivator, he is well-informed. His soul is in such a state that he has actually been a wood spirit for a long time, which is significantly different from ordinary people.

But he is different from other wood spirits. The sacred tree grows on him. He is both a wood spirit and a divine soul.

After all, the soul of an ordinary cultivator is not as good as his own body and cannot display such mysterious magical powers, but Ye Wuyou's soul is different. With the sacred tree in hand, he can use his soul to use the realm without being damaged.

So Ye Wuyou didn't pay much attention to the unpredictable gray-robed man in front of him.

As long as it is a divine soul, it is impossible to defeat him.

The reason why he hasn't taken action yet is because he is afraid of the impact on Lu Caiwei.

The second aspect...

"Is the spirit of Luohe dead before? It seems that it is so capable, why do you still let you do whatever you want, trying to seize the new Lord of Luohe? Or is it not only a bad memory, but also a bad brain? not good?"

Ye Wuyou had to be vigilant.

Why couldn't Luohe Spirit notice something that he could detect?

Or is it that the spiritual creature reached some kind of agreement with the gray-robed sword cultivator? Have some kind of agreement?

Ye Wuyou didn't care about the soul in front of him, but what kind of energy the Luohe Spirit contained, Ye Wuyou was very concerned about.

The gray-robed swordsman thought for a moment and responded simply.

"The Spirit of Luohe? No, you are wrong. I have no agreement with it."

"Oh? Then it finally found a master, why did it let a guy like you take over its body?" Ye Wuyou was even more confused.

"The spirit of Luohe just needs a blessed land owner to coexist, and it doesn't matter who the blessed land owner is."

This was not easy to understand, but Ye Wuyou still understood it.

Is it like a sacred tree?

The sacred tree will give birth to wood spirits, and the wood spirits will live and grow with the sacred tree.

In the Lu family's sacred tree, the original wood spirit should have been born from the sacred tree, but later the ancestor of the Lu family stole the identity of the wood spirit through a trick.

The wood spirit is just an identity, it doesn't matter whether it is the ancestor of the Lu family or the original wood spirit.

The sacred tree only needs this wood spirit to exist.

Speaking of which, the existence of the divine tree is like a parasite. You provide divine soul nourishment to the divine tree, and the divine tree gives back to you the pure power and Tao fruit of the divine tree.

Ye Wuyou's own identity as a wood spirit was half-blind and half-cheated when the sacred tree was a sapling. It is precisely because of this that Ye Wuyou can continue to receive gifts from the sacred tree.

If this were not the case, the sacred tree would have abandoned its original self long after it grew up, or would only share the divine soul it absorbed, but would not actively provide other help.

After roughly understanding the relationship, Ye Wuyou no longer had any worries.

Originally, he was worried that the spirit of Luohe had some plot behind him and would cause harm to Lu Caiwei, so he didn't take action immediately.

Now...

Without any warning, Ye Wuyou stretched out his big hand and grabbed the gray-robed man directly.

Along with his big hands stretched out, there were countless sacred tree vines.

Just like in the past in Pulao's body, Pulao controlled the roots of the sacred trees to restrain Ye Wuyou and others.

At that time, it really caused a lot of trouble for Ye Wuyou, and even the Xing Dao, which was the only seventh realm at that time, could not escape.

If Ye Wuyou didn't have the sacred tree himself, Pulao wouldn't have needed to do anything, as the tree roots alone would have trapped them to death.

It was the same now.

It was just that Pulao was holding the sacred tree with a real trunk in Qingqiu at that time, while Ye Wuyou's sacred tree was not real, but was bound to the soul.

But now both sides were each other's souls.

In an instant, the tree world descended.

The gray-robed swordsman obviously didn't expect this to happen, and was swallowed up by the sea of ​​trees in an instant.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand, his eyes focused, and clenched his palms fiercely.

The sea of ​​trees trembled for a while, tightened tightly, and formed a huge sphere.

Soon everything stopped moving.

But Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

There was no expected sufficient energy coming.

The soul was not swallowed.

The sphere wrapped in the trunk of the sacred tree was startled, and then it broke apart, with sword light flowing and sword intent.

The figure jumped out and headed for Lu Caiwei above.

And all the vines of the surrounding sacred trees retreated three feet in an instant.

Why?

There was surprise in Ye Wuyou's eyes, and the ghost's big hand behind him grabbed the other party.

The ghost had captured thousands of souls, and it was not unfamiliar with the instructions given by Ye Wuyou.

In an instant, the blue giant hand formed a net that covered the gray-robed figure.

Ye Wuyou didn't need to make any instructions for all this, because the ghost was too familiar with it.

But the next scene was beyond Ye Wuyou's expectations.

The big net formed by the ghost suddenly broke a hole when it touched the other party.

Just like ice and snow encountering a hot iron ball, it melted away in an instant.

It was not that the ghost was defeated, there was no contact between the two.

But it was directly broken.

The weirdness was broken.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate at all, and he got up and flew directly.

The weirdness was dispelled.

It came from the sword light that was emitted from the opponent's body by consuming the power of his soul.

The sword light contained the sword intent.

This scene... he seemed familiar.

The soul of the gray-robed sword cultivator was now unstoppable, with sword light blooming all over his body, and he came directly to the light cocoon of Lu Caiwei's soul.

This light cocoon was actually a layer of protection.

But it didn't work.

The gray-robed sword cultivator knew that this light cocoon could not stop him.

Ye Wuyou behind him couldn't stop him either.

There was nothing in this world that could stop him.

He held his breath and concentrated, and his two fingers became a sword.

Just because of this sword.

No trace.

The light cocoon was Lu Caiwei's soul.

The human body has rejection for different souls.

Lu Caiwei did not reject Xia Anmeng and Ye Wuyou.

Previously, the gray-robed sword cultivator had been hiding his breath and had never noticed it, but now his breath was fully revealed and very close.

The soul and body reacted immediately.

In the light and shadow of Lu Caiwei's soul, a breath suddenly emerged.

A wisp of sword light.

There was even more sword intent in it.

[Traceless Sword Intention]

The moment the sword intent emerged.

The gray-robed sword cultivator who wanted to destroy the light cocoon and take over the magpie's nest was almost frozen in place.

He widened his eyes and looked at Lu Caiwei in the light cocoon with great disbelief.

Reason told him that he was sure that he had never seen the other party before.

But now he felt that he was trapped in almost the same problem as the river spirit.

I can't remember...

There are thousands of sword cultivators in the world. If a sword cultivator wants to stand out, it is undoubtedly like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

And the reason why he can still be remembered by the star master is not because of how powerful his cultivation is, nor because of his previous connections...

But only this traceless sword intent is mastered by him alone.

A very special sword intent.

Sword-breaking style, traceless sword intent...

This is clearly a unique skill that only I can master...

Hey, come to think of it, how did I comprehend this sword intent in the first place?

The girl in the light cocoon trembled, as if she was about to open her eyes.

The gray-robed man stood there with a dull look in his eyes, and called out tentatively.

"Senior?"

The next moment, his body was torn to pieces by Ye Wuyou. (End of this chapter)