My practice narration is weird

Chapter 89 Heart Sutra Second Level - All Living Beings

The two fourth realms took action, plus Bai Chang's final desperate fight, the noise caused by it resounded throughout the entire Fancheng.

The sect practitioners in the city were like locusts passing through the border, jumping back and forth on the roofs, approaching here little by little.

In fact, someone noticed the movement here at the beginning, but did not dare to get close.

There are more people, so there is no fear.

The pig demon glanced at the increasing number of sect disciples at this moment, sneered, but did not take action, but stepped lightly and flew in the air.

The pig demon exuded the pressure of the fourth realm, and in the air, many people's magical powers could not touch him at all, and they could only watch this evil demon.

Even though it was a big demon, it had no idea to face so many sect disciples. It stayed here just to see that kid die.

The knife wound on his body was still aching slightly. Ye Wuyou had disguised the knife that he gave to the pig demon for several days, and it really caused a lot of damage.

"That's the four-level monster... Are you sure we should get closer?"

"Don't panic, there are people who are not afraid of death ahead of us, do you see them?"

"It's okay, you see this Dharma image belongs to Senior Cangshan, what is he doing? Why doesn't he get rid of the monster?"

The disciples of the sect whispered to each other, watching the excitement, but their minds were very clear, and the current scene was a little different from what they thought.

They thought it was a battle between the human elders and the four-level monsters, so they could cheer them on and shoot arrows in secret...

In the end, the two were at peace, and it didn't seem like they were fighting each other...

A disciple of the sect looked a little hesitant, looked carefully at the traces left around, stretched out his finger, and pointed to a ruin below.

"I, why do I feel that Senior Cangshan is working with that monster..."

Then, there was an exclamation.

"Wait, the bloody guy in the ruins below, is he the descendant of the national master?"

"Why doesn't he move? Is he dead?"

"Wait, Senior Cangshan... has taken action."

The giant statue, which already had cracks, stretched out a hand again at this moment.

Then, he slapped the figure in the ruins with a palm.

...

Ye Wuyou felt very strange now.

He fell in the ruins, surrounded by broken stones, his eyes were stained by the flowing blood, and he couldn't see things clearly, but he seemed to be able to see far away.

Noisy, chaotic, noisy... echoed in his ears and filled his mind.

It was so noisy, really so noisy, countless times noisier than the narration.

Ye Wuyou was a little annoyed by the noisy sound, and then gradually became distracted, and finally gradually turned into pain and mania like a collapse.

He opened his mouth and shouted with all his body.

"Stop barking!"

Ye Wuyou in the ruins did not make any sound, because the sound resounded directly in his mind.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt that he had calmed down and was extremely comfortable.

Quiet, quiet, extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that he could not even hear his own heartbeat. This was not quiet, but there was no sound at all.

Ye Wuyou gradually felt uncomfortable. He could not hear any sound, but there were bursts of tinnitus in his ears.

For the first time, he realized that even silence could make people extremely uncomfortable.

Can't I be more normal and hear some less noisy sounds?

Ye Wuyou thought so, and then he really heard it.

Although it was still very noisy and a little disturbed, Ye Wuyou still heard a few sounds from the countless noises.

Some people were talking in a low voice, whispering, and their curiosity was mixed with a hint of fear, as if they did not dare to make a loud noise.

There were children crying.

Someone roared, taking revenge, stabbing the demons with a knife.

Someone was greedy in the chaos, taking advantage of the fire to rob, and doing unjust things.

As Ye Wuyou tried to listen, he felt more and more clearly.

Panting, moaning, lewd laughter... love words, vows, finally turned into harsh curses.

Reciting poems, reading at night, gold list... integrity, ambition, finally turned into empty talk at the banquet.

Mountain streams, birds singing, insects chirping, new buds blooming, butterflies emerging from cocoons...

Too many sounds.

If the six realm gods knew about all these feelings, they would probably go crazy.

This is the opportunity for enlightenment that they have been pursuing for a long time and don't know if they will have a chance. They can't get it, they don't know when it will come, and they don't know how much they can finally understand.

So what did Ye Wuyou understand in such a precious enlightenment?

[You finally took that step and comprehended the second level of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra - the appearance of all living beings...?]

The answer is that Ye Wuyou didn't comprehend anything.

Because Ye Wuyou's talent for cultivation is not ideal.

He heard so much and felt so much, but his heart was calm, as if he was watching from the sidelines.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, I just feel that they are noisy.

Now, there is finally no noise, and there is no suffocating silence.

So Ye Wuyou reached out and wiped the blood in his eye sockets, revealing his eyes.

In his eyes, there is the purest compassion without any triviality.

He silently stood up from the ruins and looked up at the giant statue.

The statue was reaching out at this moment, ready to fall with a palm.

Everything in his mind just now was just a moment of reality.

Ye Wuyou took a step.

[You finally took a step forward, no longer limited to yourself, and understood the true second level of the Formless Heart Sutra]

【All living beings have no form】

When the knife was broken in the hand, the energy poured out, and it gathered from the broken end into a three-foot-high green peak.

The giant's palm crashed down! The ground suddenly sank, forming a depression like a palm print, and the surrounding houses trembled unbearably!

The man in gray robe who was enveloped by the Dharma frowned slightly.

Did it fail?

The man in gray robe felt a sense of vigilance in his heart for no reason, and then he stood up floatingly, no longer stepping on the ground, but placed himself inside the head of the giant Dharma Prime Minister.

This distance is very safe.

Ye Wuyou's figure stood next to the palm, only half a foot away.

The huge air wave blew up the torn sleeves, and the green peaks on the broken knife in the hand spread again.

The spirit of Li Laodao's four realms that he had swallowed before was now completely consumed and turned into abundant energy.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the giant wanted to take back his palm.

Ye Wuyou remained unmoved.

In the smoke and dust that filled the entire street, there was a crisp sound of collapse.

The bloody figure stood up and flew on the giant's arm like a hovering sparrow.

Where Qingfeng landed, the giant's arm cracked layer by layer, turning into a shadow and dissipating.

He stepped on the constantly shattering arm, stepped into the air step by step, and headed towards the giant's head.

The gray-robed man snorted and disintegrated all the Dharma Prime's arms.

It's just the lower three realms. There is no fulcrum to draw on. What's the difference between rashly exposing yourself in the air and seeking death.

The blue ghost hand flashed away at Ye Wuyou's feet.

Immediately afterwards, his figure suddenly disappeared from the sight of the man in gray robe.

disappear? Hidden?

It's just simply too fast.

Ye Wuyou's figure had already appeared behind the giant's Dharma form, and the green peak spread by Qi instantly struck the giant's head.

The man in gray robe turned and looked back with a sarcastic look on his face.

The green peak was now stuck behind the Dharma image and could not move forward even half an inch.

Obviously, the men in gray robes deliberately strengthened their defenses.

"As a person in the lower three realms, you are worthy of being proud of being able to crush the Dharma..."

Buzz.

A line of blood spread out, wrapping around the head of the Dharma Prime Minister in circles and circles.

This is the blood sacrifice method of the man in brocade robes that he learned before.

Ye Wuyou has never used it, and even bleeds himself when he doesn't want to use it.

It's quite appropriate now.

Ye Wuyou's expression became more and more compassionate, and his fingertips gently moved back.

The blood-colored thread turned into the sharpest blade, suddenly contracted, and cut off the head of the Dharma Prime Minister, revealing the figure inside that was full of disbelief, but then turned into a horrified figure.

The compassion in Ye Wuyou's eyes dissipated and turned into kindness.

The ghost hand grabbed the gray-robed man who was trying to escape in the air, and gently handed him to the ground.

The figure hit the ground like a cannonball, but when it was about to fall to the ground, it activated its magical power again.

The giant figure stood up again, with amazing momentum.

"Do you think you can kill me? Or do you think I can only condense the Dharma once?"

Say it again, think it again.

This girl is in the second realm?

This child cannot be kept.

The man in gray robe showed murderous intent in his eyes and advanced instead of retreating. His thin figure punched out, and the giant punched out as well.

In one punch, several magical powers were carried, and the momentum was surging.

Ye Wuyou's figure fell from mid-air, followed by magical powers and giant fists. Amid the roar around him, his figure strolled gently, tossing and turning.

The voice belonging to Ye Wuyou came through the magical power. It was not loud, but it was clearly audible and could be heard above the roar.

"Old senior, don't get me wrong. I won't kill you. I just want to see more of what you are like."

The man in gray robe paused and felt a little funny.

"You don't know the heights of heaven and earth, but you can understand my Dharma..."

An illusory figure appeared behind Ye Wuyou, sometimes revealing a human form, and sometimes turning into irregular objects.

Ye Wuyou let out a sigh, with a slight doubt in his eyes, and asked humbly towards the front.

"Why does my Dharma have no shape? Does this thing have its own rules? How should it be condensed?"

The man in gray robe was speechless for a moment. He just stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and his heart was already filled with huge waves.

"The phantom of Dharma..."

The Dharma Appearance is a magical power that is unique to the Three Realms of the Middle Kingdom. Of course, there are some unique geniuses who are born with powerful souls. They can gain something from the initial exploration of the soul in Yaoguang, the Third Realm, and condense the Dharma Appearance Shadow.

But this kid is only in the second realm, only the second realm, and he has never even explored the soul...

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! It's definitely an illusion! What a sinister illusion!"

"Don't even think about lying to me!"

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed anger, and he didn't understand.

Illusion has been proven to be the most useless magical power in the world. Why do some people still think that they have been affected by an illusion?

Three questions, but the other party didn’t answer any of them…

That’s all, just condense a Dharma image.

So the shadow of the Dharma form behind him slowly changed at this moment, turning into the appearance of a middle-aged scholar.

I can't see his appearance clearly, but his figure is very similar to Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan is very strong, so the Dharma that condenses him is also very strong, right?

"Go." Ye Wuyou said softly.

The man in gray robe roared loudly at this moment, suppressed the confusion in his mind, and then used his magical power again, accompanied by the giant magic sign.

Lu Qingshan’s dharma-like shadow also came to the giant.

Facing those magical powers, Lu Qingshan's shadow stood with his hands behind his back, showing no fear at all.

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed some expectation.

In an instant, Lu Qingshan's shadow was directly smashed to pieces, and not a trace of dust was left.

Ye Wuyou looked confused, why was he so miserable?

But the giant hand did not stop. After easily crushing Lu Qingshan's shadow, it quickly attacked directly.

Ye Wuyou's figure was blown away with a palm, crossing several streets and landing in a shop.

The gray-robed old man pursued fiercely, but carefully kept his distance from Ye Wuyou. He had already seen through this kid.

Not many have magical powers, but each one is more ruthless than the last.

If you really get up close, he is enough to threaten the four realms.

Then keep your distance and use your four-level magical power to smash him!

The gray-robed figure flew into the air, shouted loudly, and wrapped his energy around him, blowing away the clouds.

A huge illusory palm print condensed in the air and gradually solidified!

This is a truly great supernatural power, one that transcends the three realms.

This palm is enough to destroy a small half of Fancheng! Several streets have lost all life.

That kid will definitely not survive!

On several streets, panicked people were running in all directions. The defenders in the city continued to fight with the demon clan, and the sounds of crying and fighting were mixed together.

The countless disciples of the sect who were watching were all shocked, but what they cared about was not how cruel this magical power was, but...

"Senior Cangshan wants to destroy Fancheng?"

"This palm can save not only tens of thousands, but also thousands of lives..."

"Being like this is no different from the devil. No, I said the wrong thing. Don't look at me."

The man in gray robe hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, a human figure emerged from the shop, and his figure kept stepping in the air, as if there was something to lend him strength.

As soon as he took a breath, he flew in front of him.

His body was very fast and he didn't appear to be injured at all.

"you……"

Ye Wuyou punched the gray-robed old man on the cheek, causing teeth and blood to fly, interrupting the other man's words.

Immediately afterwards, he cut off the knife in his hand and inserted it directly into the opponent's chest, and then twisted it slightly.

The bright red liquid shot out along the handle of the knife and scattered in all directions.

"Old senior, why did you hesitate just now? You obviously have the chance to kill me."

Of course, the man in gray robe is not dead. If his soul in all four realms remains alive, it is not considered death.

He can even control his physical body, reaching out his hand to use his magical powers.

Ye Wuyou pressed one hand on the blade and gently held the opponent's hand that was about to make the seal with the other hand.

He looked at the old man with pity.

The two palms intersect, and their fingers are connected to their hearts.

Using the handle of the knife as a fulcrum, he exerted force suddenly, and the man in gray robe let out a scream, but his right hand was torn apart, exposing flesh and white bones.

"Old senior, if I were you just now, I would definitely not hesitate."

Ye Wuyou said, twisting the handle of the knife, and then gently pulled out one of the opponent's ribs.

"Haha, you, you demon cultivator!" The man in gray robe laughed miserably.

"Demon cultivator?" Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"Old senior, you are in trouble. I just saw some things and understood a truth. All living beings are equal. There is no difference in the essence of life between humans and demons, birds, flowers and grass."

"If these streets are full of evil spirits and I am the only one among them, then I think the old man will be happy to take action."

Ye Wuyou said calmly, and then punched the old man's cheekbone again, knocking him down from the air.

But while he was falling, Ye Wuyou stepped on the blue ghost hand with his toes, quickly swept under the old man, and hit him with his knee.

The old man's figure kept jumping up and down in the air, gradually becoming extremely miserable.

He smiled miserably in his heart, this kid was basically torturing him, just because his companion was dead?

He had already gathered his soul and wanted to get out of his body, but Ye Wuyou punched him back into his body and endured the pain.

This kid can also restrain his soul and even take away part of his soul to make up for his own energy...

You can't fight, you can't escape, you can't escape.

The old man in gray robe let out a cry full of anger and unwillingness.

"Ye Wuyou, you and Lu Qingshan are both beasts who regard human life as trivial, and both are demon cultivators who deserve to be killed!"

When Ye Wuyou heard this, he was not angry but happy, "Oh, so my master also understands this truth?"

The old man in gray robe had only one eye left, and his gaze trembled at this moment.

The person in front of me is completely unable to communicate...

A trace of unwillingness suddenly appeared in his heart, and then his unwillingness turned into a desire to survive. He desperately burst out his last breath of energy, turned around and ran away.

Ye Wuyou smiled, walked in front of him, and placed his right foot on the other person's waist.

The old man bent his body, and a force of gravity spread throughout his body, shattering all the energy, and then he hit the ground heavily.

Ye Wuyou felt something and looked at the ground.

It was a street corner.

A girl was sitting on the ground crying loudly. She was holding a woman's hand. The woman had fallen to the ground, lifeless.

Surrounding the child were the corpses of monsters and humans.

The demon clan is already dead. It seems that the disciples of the sect left after killing him. How could they have time to take care of a child.

The figure of the old man in gray robe fell from mid-air, like a meteor cannonball, hitting his head.

The girl didn't seem to realize this and was still crying.

The young man in ragged clothes was full of energy at this moment and ran over quickly. After punching the old man again to redirect him, he leaned in front of the girl and said something.

The man in gray robe fell in the middle of the street, motionless, breathing out but not in.

Ye Wuyou slowly came over, looked at the gray-robed old man, and then kicked him again, pushing half of his body into the ground.

The grey-robed old man was powerless to struggle, he just glanced at the corner of the street and asked casually.

"You beast, what did you say to that child?"

"I asked her what her name was and if all the people in her family had died." Ye Wuyou looked sad.

"Then what?" The grey-robed old man wanted to laugh.

"She said her parents were dead, I told her to stay here, someone will come to pick her up later." Ye Wuyou sighed.

The grey-robed man was stunned for a moment, then finally laughed, his laughter was extremely indulgent.

"Is it funny?" Ye Wuyou looked puzzled.

"You devil, you are hypocritical!"

"Is this what you call equality of all beings? I hesitated for a moment because of thousands of lives, what about you?"

"According to what you said, what is the difference between the life of this girl and the evil spirit? If she dies, she dies, you actually went to save her?"

The grey-robed old man's expression was flying, and half of his body was twitching crazily.

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed pity, he looked at the old man who was laughing crazily, feeling that he was looking at something very stupid.

If you want to save, save. If you want to kill, kill. Why do you have to ask me this simple question separately?

He leaned down gently, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked the old man's head.

"Old senior still doesn't understand. The sentient beings I mentioned refer to you."

Then, he pressed down.

The old man was left with only a bloody head outside.

The gray-robed man had gone mad. He murmured unconsciously, "We? Sentient beings? Equality?"

Ye Wuyou raised his foot and finally stepped heavily on the old man's head. The huge force directly shattered the old man's body.

That trace of soul left the body and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the ghost hand and then slowly swallowed.

Looking at the old man's soul shadow, Ye Wuyou looked calm.

His eyes swept around, across the dilapidated house, and towards the girl who had stopped crying.

He glanced at the group of disciples from the sect who dared to watch the fights in the four realms, but now stood far away and did not dare to approach.

He retracted his gaze, shook his head slightly, and walked towards the empty city gate.

No one stopped him at this moment.

He stepped on the street full of human and demon corpses, chanting softly to himself.

"Below me, all beings are equal."

No more, I have to go write a female protagonist post