My practice narration is weird

The dark blue body seemed to dim a bit, and even the eyeballs that usually kept turning became sluggish.

Although it was still in front of him, it seemed like only an empty shell.

Ye Wuyou lost his sight for the first time, and he didn't know what would happen in that palace.

Unable to see the first scene, Ye Wuyou was a little bored, and simply thought about it.

"Weird, how much ability can be discovered from these remains of the Great Dao?"

"The demon clan is collecting weird things, and the demon clan has mastered weirdness and can use it."

"Lu Qingshan... what exactly is Master's weirdness?"

Lu Qingshan is a great supernatural power of the fifth realm.

But when Ye Wuyou really heard what his master did, he almost suppressed the entire Great Yan Sect by himself, and it was a little difficult for him to understand.

Even if he reached the fifth realm of great supernatural power, "ghost" seemed to be of little use.

Anyway, Ye Wuyou would definitely not be able to do the level of his master.

Ye Wuyou certainly didn't think it was a gap between people.

Is Lu Qingshan's weirdness too strong? Or is the ghost too weak?

"Perhaps, in addition to the hidden ghost hand, more abilities can be developed." Ye Wuyou muttered to himself.

His eyes suddenly froze, and then he unbuttoned his clothes and looked at his chest.

The blue erosion was spreading rapidly.

...

Between weirdness and weirdness, if nothing happens, the two will not touch each other easily.

So the "ghost" appeared in the palace and stayed there directly.

But sometimes, there are always some surprises.

The eyeball exuded a weird scarlet, and the pupils were spinning, with red light shining directly at the wooden box.

Provocation, direct provocation!

The weird human skin in the box seemed to be angry.

This eyeball has come for the third time!

The wreckage of the road also has to save face!

The wooden box trembled violently, and then opened one side, revealing the ever-changing face inside.

Facing the real wreckage of the road, the eyeball suddenly shrank, and the red light was weak.

But the ghost is different, it is also weird, a complete wreckage of the road.

Unlike the useless eyeballs, he has many hands and feet.

If these things have a higher IQ, they might say the following words.

We are both wreckages of the road, why are you looking at me?

What's wrong with looking at you.

Try looking at me again!

Just try it!

The "ghost" stood up in a flash, and then walked straight to the wooden box.

The wooden box made a creaking sound, and then trembled, as if fighting against the "ghost".

The ghost's pace was getting slower and slower, but it kept moving forward.

On the other side, Ye Wuyou looked at the dark blue erosion, which spread across his chest little by little, filling his upper body.

The erosion did not go to the head.

Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know what would happen if his brain was eroded.

But then he found that the dark blue erosion was going under him, spreading down along his lower abdomen.

Lower body?

Wait, that's my second half of life!

!

Fuck!

This thing is a second brain! It can't be damaged!

Tianyan! Start!

A black man appeared in Ye Wuyou's palm.

What is deducing?

What the hell is deducing? Just kowtow to me!

He even stretched out his other hand, pressed the man's head, and kept knocking.

The strange erosion stopped for a while...

The "ghost" stopped. If he had a face, he might be a little confused now.

Because it felt that its own power was being deprived.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and the disappearance of power also forced him to stop.

The wooden box shook at this moment, and the face of the person inside was replaced with a smiling face, revealing an extremely rampant smile.

It seemed to mock the ghost for overestimating his own strength.

The eyeballs were on the ghost's face at this moment, and Yan'er was smacking, and even the red light did not come out.

The ghost's body gradually dissipated, and he finally couldn't bear it, and he was about to lose in this weird and weird confrontation.

But a few illusory ghost hands suddenly appeared at this moment, stretching dozens of meters.

Then, he grabbed the chains that bound the seven-tailed demon fox.

Pulled hard!

The ghost's figure finally disappeared, along with the eyeballs.

At the same time, accompanied by the angry roar of the demon fox, a huge fox claw pressed directly towards the small wooden box!

Snap.

The wooden box was crushed, and the face of the person inside trembled, but followed by the continuous beating of the seven fox tails!

The palace roared and boulders fell.

"Come on, demon, this beast is out of trouble!"

"Go ask the demon king and find the commander!"

...

The corrosive pressure finally dissipated, Ye Wuyou's heart trembled, and he almost died of exhaustion on the bed.

He took off the eyeballs and put them into his own eyes.

The "ghost" also returned to him.

Then came the scenes just now, but Ye Wuyou didn't have time to observe them carefully now.

Half of his body was corroded, which was a situation that Ye Wuyou didn't want to see.

But he had more important things to do now.

There were bursts of noise in the city, the crowd's terrified shouts and noises, even in the room they could hear.

Then, there was the constant roar of magical powers.

"The demon clan's illusion has been lifted!"

Ye Wuyou glanced at Bai Changzai, and both of them knew what this meant.

Take advantage of the chaos to get out.

"Let's split up. I'll go alone. You don't have to follow me." Ye Wuyou thought for a while and said.

Bai Changzai didn't say anything, but the talisman in his hand already represented his meaning.

"Okay, but there's one more thing to do." Ye Wuyou nodded.

"What?"

"That prefect is a fourth-level demon. He doesn't rely on fox hair to transform, so he won't be exposed."

Ye Wuyou spoke slowly in a low voice.

"I don't want to kill him, but I want to force him out."

It's extremely scary to let a demon hide in a human city as a prefect.

The prefect is equivalent to the chief executive of a city.

Secondly, there is a fourth-level cultivator in the city in the dark.

Ye Wuyou didn't want to confront the cultivator directly, but if a fourth-level demon was exposed and killed a lot, would the fourth-level human take action?

I don't know, Ye Wuyou can only bet on his character.

"Let's go, I found two helpers!"

...

The huge Fancheng is now in chaos.

The demon race appeared on the street!

A beautiful woman was walking on the street. She was enjoying the attention of the crowd.

But as she walked, she found that there was something wrong with the people's eyes.

It was no longer greed and lust, but fear and terror.

Hmm?

The beautiful woman looked down at her body.

The illusion was lifted?

Before she could think about it, a flash of sword light fell directly.

Several sect disciples took action and killed it.

Someone from the sect asked: "What happened?"

"I don't know, but why are there so many demon beasts?"

"I said, aren't we here to kill the disciple of the national master?"

"Are you a human? You don't kill so many demons? Let them harm civilians?"

The magic skills kept flashing at this moment. Hundreds of practitioners gathered in Fancheng. These demons who used fox hair to transform were all below the fourth realm and were not the opponents of those elite disciples.

But there were many demons, silently, and there were already thousands of demons.

The same scene was staged in many places in Fancheng.

At this moment, Prefect Chen was standing in the lobby, his face showing a hint of gloom.

What on earth was going on!