My practice narration is weird

Time goes back to a little while ago.

In the Weird Gate Coffin, Ye Wuyou looked at Ji Wuye, whose eyes were dead and his figure was drooping.

Feeling that the vitality on the other party finally dissipated, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he didn't want to keep the other party's soul, after all, he was a sixth realm, but it seemed that under the influence of the [Spear of Cause and Effect], Ji Wuye's soul dissipated directly.

The vitality is really tenacious...

For some reason, Ye Wuyou felt that Ji Wuye was like a self-destructing kid this time.

The other party didn't care about the weird erosion at all this time, but used [Copy] unscrupulously.

Ji Wuye really knows himself very well, and his realm is higher than his own, so he can play steadily.

Ye Wuyou may not be able to defeat the other party by much. He even made a lot of preparations before, considering how to introduce Ji Wuye into the [Weird Gate Coffin].

But Ji Wuye rarely uses magical powers, and he is even too lazy to use the Dharma Image, but directly uses the weird killing magical power.

Ji Wuye was not like this last time.

The Ji Wuye I met this time seemed to be careless and didn't care about anything.

Very strange, very strange...

Thoughts emerged in Ye Wuyou's mind.

Between life and death, the other party still didn't break the weird rules, and still didn't think of anything?

Or, was it that I was wrong at the beginning?

Ye Wuyou thought about it, and his eyes looked around unconsciously.

I didn't have time to pay attention to so many things when I fought with Ji Wuye before, but now I have time to observe.

Bubbles kept coming out of the wall made of dark mud.

If you look closely, you will find that there seems to be something else in those bubbles that keep rising.

Ji Wuye's body is still pierced by the knife on the mud wall, and the weight of his whole body is on the knife in front of his chest, so his body can only lean to one side weakly.

The woman's head was drooping weakly, her pupils were white, her black hair had long been scattered, and now it was hanging in front of her like a black cloth. Her two hands were placed weakly at her sides, and her sticky saliva mixed with black blood dripped down, and she was no longer breathing.

This scene was extremely terrifying and weird.

But after the voice of the narrator sounded, everything was not normal.

[Black mud, weird, dead woman, pierced chest, endless darkness, this scene makes you feel very relieved, and your heart is ready to move]

How can I feel at ease!

The person is dead, you dog, don't get horny to the corpse, crawl for me!

[Alas, how dangerous it is! These lowly ants in the world only know the unorthodox corpse-driving technique. They pay countless prices and even sacrifice themselves to control a powerful corpse puppet. They don’t know that the real mystery of corpse-driving technique is to drive...]

[The word "drive" means to walk and to do, which means to do while walking. This is the mystery of corpse-driving technique]

[The word "do" is even more wonderful...]

Snap.

Ye Wuyou slapped himself on the forehead.

It seemed that it was not enough, so he continued to add a few punches.

Ah, the world is quiet.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, and then silently reached out his hand, trying to take the black knife off the other party's chest.

"Next, seal the weirdness on his body." Ye Wuyou thought so.

But the next moment.

The other party's hand, which had already fallen dead, suddenly grabbed Ye Wuyou.

The palm was wet and slippery, extremely sticky, and I didn't know whether it was blood or saliva.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt a chill spreading from his spine straight to his head.

His reaction was simple.

He punched the opponent's head directly.

The abundant Qi wrapped around his arm and wrapped around his fist.

He punched deliberately.

With this punch, the head would only shatter on the spot.

But the woman's head was only twisted to one side by the strong force, without any damage, not even a hair fell.

An unclear voice came from the woman's mouth.

"Um, it hurts, um aba aba..."

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly startled, and his body took a step back, staring at the "Ji Wuye" in front of him.

The punch just now was blocked.

But it was not Qi, not the protective Qi, not the Dharma image...

It was [No lower limit]

The woman in front of him felt pain, holding her head with both hands, raised her face, and looked at Ye Wuyou with tears in her eyes.

"Stab... it hurts..." unclear syllables came out of the woman's mouth.

She kept touching her head with both hands, but it still hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

Then she lowered her head and took a look at her bloody chest.

Ji Wuye's face turned pale with fear, and he fainted.

"Still want to lie to me?"

Ye Wuyou frowned, but then realized something.

The previous soul did dissipate, and he saw it dissipate with his own eyes.

And now...

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate, and his ghost hand suddenly grabbed in front of the other party.

Fortunately, he didn't take the knife off before. The gap pierced by the blade was the only flaw of [No Bottom Limit] at this moment.

A female soul was immediately grabbed in front of Ye Wuyou by the ghost hand.

In the middle three realms, the soul will dissipate immediately when it leaves the body.

But the female soul in front of him... is very strange.

This soul is huge and full, but she is an empty shell.

It is an empty sixth realm soul, without cultivation, just a seemingly powerful but weak soul.

There was fear in the eyes of the soul. The soul caught by the ghost hand had no room to resist at all. It just waved its arms around wildly, but then calmed down.

But the face of this soul is still Ji Wuye.

Ye Wuyou looked at this soul that was no different from Ji Wuye's face, and recalled the scene in Nanning City last time.

He knew that Ji Wuye was originally a double soul.

But that was in the past.

The other party blew up his soul in Nanning City.

Why is there a second soul now... shouldn't it have dissipated last time?

"Who are you?" Ye Wuyou asked.

"Brother, I am your sister." The soul struggled to say.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were stunned, and then turned cold.

"Still lying to me."

"Brother, brother, I am really your sister, why did you catch me, didn't you say you would leave your body to me, and your cultivation..." The soul trembled.

Is the soul in front of him Ji Wuye's foolish sister?

Let's not talk about why the other party has a second soul in his body, but what does it mean to leave his body and cultivation to her?

Leave it to her?

Ji Wuye previously seemed to not care about the erosion of his body, and used his strangeness recklessly, without regard for the consequences.

That kind of mentality and emotion...

Ye Wuyou suddenly figured it out, he was very familiar with that feeling.

It was the last few days of work when he was about to leave, that kind of reckless and careless feeling...

"Why did he give up his body and leave everything to you?" Ye Wuyou frowned and asked.

Shenhun's face was stunned, and then he looked at Ye Wuyou in confusion, his eyes were blurred, but he struggled and said painfully.

"He? Brother, brother, what are you talking about, there is no him, it's you, you are the best to me."

Is your brain broken?

Ye Wuyou looked at Shenhun's stupid and blurred eyes and spoke slowly.

"Okay, it's me, but why should I leave everything to you?"

"Because you've been the best to me, you said you'd find another body and stay with me forever, brother, is this your new body? Put me back in your body, let's go home, I'll give you a baby."

The woman's soul in front of him was still mumbling something, but Ye Wuyou didn't want to listen anymore.

Ji Wuye was obviously planning something, but this "sister" didn't know it all.

But it was still very strange.

Ye Wuyou shook his head, swallowed the soul, and threw it to the sacred tree.

Last time in Nanning City, facing that stupid "sister", regardless of whether it was disguised by Ji Wuye, Ye Wuyou did hesitate for a moment, which led to the failure to solve the other party at that time.

He would not make the same mistake a second time.

But in his mind, the sacred tree sent a message.

It tastes bad.

This made Ye Wuyou stunned for a moment.

He even found it a little funny.

What a broken tree, there is something to eat and it's picky.

Although it's an empty shell, it's also an empty shell of the "Six Realms".

If you don't swallow, I will.

Ye Wuyou waved his hand, and the "Wuxiang Heart Sutra" was running, and the soul in his hand screamed.

But then, his face changed slightly, and he threw the soul out as if it was a hot potato.

The illusory soul of "Ji Wuye" lay in the dark mud, step by step, trying to crawl back to his body.

Ye Wuyou stared at the other party, and at this moment, all the countless doubts in his mind were answered.

"The taste is wrong, this is not a soul at all..."

This is weird, or it is a false soul created by weirdness.

Is this the price of [copying]?

So Ji Wuye's memory will be missing, so even if Ji Wuye's body loses a soul, it will make up for it...

The real Ji Wuye may have died long ago, or turned into a new Ji Wuye.

No, it's just a weirdness, at most like the lotus pond in the past, unable to distinguish himself.

As for whether the original Ji Wuye was a man or a woman, it doesn't matter anymore.

A subtle fluctuation came.

Ji Wuye, who was pierced by the blade, moved at this moment.

Ye Wuyou no longer hesitated, and stretched out his ghost hand, instantly erasing the "soul" in front of him.

It's not over.

When he realized that this so-called "soul" was just a weird evolution, another question immediately came to Ye Wuyou's mind.

That is weird, the remains of the avenue representing [copy].

It has actually completely eroded Ji Wuye.

Just watching all this?

There is no time to think about it now.

The ghost hand did not stop at all, dozens of dark blue ghost hands spread out, and smashed towards Ji Wuye's body.

And then, Ye Wuyou began to ban the weird.

The next moment.

The dark blue ghost hand flew over Ye Wuyou's cheek, hitting his clothes.

The ghost hand was beaten back.

The ghost was behind Ye Wuyou, and dozens of ghost hands separated.

But if Ye Wuyou can separate dozens of ghost hands, it is already a certain limit.

Then behind Ji Wuye in front of him, there are hundreds of ghost hands and an even more huge [ghost].

It copied Ye Wuyou, or rather...

[Copy]-[Ghost]

It has copied the ghost.

Ye Wuyou's eyes sank, and the complicated sealing spells were too late.

[Ghost Gate Coffin] can't trap the other party either, because the other party has also copied [Ghost Gate Coffin].

Then break this weirdness.

The weirdness can be killed, but it cannot be eliminated. It will only appear in other places after the passage of time.

He swept his body, and the blade that pierced the woman's chest trembled slightly with the energy in his hand.

But Ji Wuye opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the pupils were pitch black, without any white in the eyes.

The black mud wall collapsed, and the more huge dark blue body stood directly in front of Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou's figure paused.

The copied ghost now had an illusory giant spear in his hand.

[Cause and Effect Spear]

In addition, [Ghost] had something else on his body, which was a layer of transparent film.

[No Lower Limit]

[Ghost] was wearing [No Lower Limit] and holding [Cause and Effect Spear], with the tip of the spear pointing at Ye Wuyou.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou did not hesitate at all.

[Shinto Technique·Shrinking the Earth into an Inch]

Ye Wuyou's figure disappeared in front of "Ji Wuye" in an instant.

He knew that the fatal magical power [Cause and Effect Spear] required time to condense and lock.

As long as he left immediately, it would be impossible to hit him.

But he was still wrong.

Lu Zhaolin needed to charge the [Gun of Causality], which did not mean that it was really necessary for the weirdness.

"Ji Wuye" looked calm, stretched out his hand, and waved it gently.

The spear that symbolized death had already shattered the darkness.

After doing all this, "Ji Wuye" moved very stiffly.

The weirdness acts on instinct.

The instinct of [copying] is not to kill people, Ye Wuyou just happened to appear in front of it.

Its instinct is [copying].

It sensed that there were things that could be [copied] outside.

So Ji Wuye waved his hand and opened the Weird Door Coffin.

He opened the coffin lid.

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