My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 9 Are You Human?
Such a strange cycle was so strange that even Xia Anmeng had no way of tracking it, and Ye Wuyou naturally couldn't see anything unusual.

The so-called impact caused by weirdness should of course be solved by weirdness.

Only a palm-sized piece of jelly dough was left, wriggling a little on the ground.

Just as Ye Wuyou was wondering how this was different from his previous aimless walking, it stopped.

This is still the passage inside the Heavenly Prison, and it is extremely dark.

Although Ye Wuyou could see the "weirdness" compared to the others, he could only see it and was still unable to communicate.

After all, the thing under my feet doesn't even have a mouth, so it's really difficult to ask it to speak.

Just as he was still wondering what this meant, Xia Anmeng in his heart let out a light exclamation.

"This is... the boundary of the cycle." Xia Anmeng's voice was a little hesitant, but then became affirmative.

"Didn't you say that you couldn't see anything unusual?" Ye Wuyou asked in his heart.

Even though she was just a soul, Xia Anmeng couldn't help but roll her eyes and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Of course I can't detect it under normal circumstances, but now I've been standing here for so long, and the thing at your feet just happens to stay here and won't move. If I still can't detect it, then I've lived in vain all these years."

Ye Wuyou understood the meaning of the other party's words.

It’s like a complex geometric pattern suddenly has an auxiliary line, and it becomes clearer.

That makes sense...

But spiritual practice is just like mathematics, if you don’t know how to do it, you still don’t know how to do it.

"What do I need to do now?"

Ye Wuyou, who only had a borrowed realm, still had no idea where to start.

"Break this boundary, use your strongest move."

After hearing this answer, Ye Wuyou thought seriously about what moves he actually knew.

Well, it's still the same then.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" was running, the energy was reverberating, and there was still that clear sword light shining in the darkness.

The sword rises with wind and thunder!

At the same time, Xia Anmeng, who was possessed by Ye Wuyou's body, also watched this scene with wide eyes.

The incident happened suddenly and Xia Anmeng did not notice how Ye Wuyou used the sword.

But at this moment, because of the possession, Xia Anmeng could clearly perceive how the Qi in Ye Wuyou's body was flowing.

As Lu Caiwei's master and personal grandfather, she certainly knew about her disciple's sword. Although it was not created by her, she had personally taught the other party a lot.

But this move requires a specific technique and specific meridians to circulate Qi. If it is not properly circulated, it will be frustrated...

But now, everything Ye Wuyou has done has overturned his cognition.

"How on earth did he learn this trick?!"

He is a mortal who has no realm of cultivation, but he can resist the strange erosion.

Although he had never practiced martial arts, he was able to perform the same sword moves as Lu Caiwei.

Although he could not figure out how to locate the strange existence, the other party's sword was as if it had eyes. It was no longer a matter of perception, but rather a matter of seeing directly.

In addition, he can perceive his own state as a spirit and reveal his own realm with a single word...

What is his identity...

Is it a person, or...

Compared to Xia Anmeng's surprise and inner struggle, Ye Wuyou's aura stagnated.

Even though there was an empty aisle in front of him, his sword had indeed hit a certain spot.

only……

At the moment, it seems that it is not enough.

Well……

A sound of mumbling in a dream came to my ears, and then turned into a slightly painful murmur.

The delicate body on my back trembled at this moment, and then I felt warm, but my breathing became increasingly rapid.

Lu Caiwei, wake up.

Ye Wuyou's heart skipped a beat.

It is not good news that the other party wakes up at this moment.

This means that the strange erosion will continue to corrode the opponent's sanity.

Lu Caiwei reacted quickly, perhaps because of her keenness as a practitioner in the third realm, she quickly realized what was happening.

He rolled off Ye Wuyou's body, but then staggered and fell to the ground.

"The sword...give it to me."

In front of him, Lu Caiwei's painful murmurs could be heard.

[The little girl is trying to hurt herself again, how pathetic. You, who are not affected by the erosion, have no emotions at all, just looking at her coldly, looking down on all living beings.]

Stop the fucking bullshit.

[These warriors in the world, who call themselves practitioners, are disturbed by the residual power of these surviving remains of the Great Dao. You don’t understand, you can’t understand why they are so weak...]

[As you move forward, the erosion becomes deeper and deeper. You sneer, and with compassion in your heart, you give it a way to survive...]

Ye Wuyou was slightly stunned, but soon heard the next sentence.

[As long as you deprive her of her five senses, so that she can't see, hear, smell, or taste... From now on, this little girl can only depend on you for the rest of her life and be your puppet cauldron]

Shut up, shut up.

Ye Wuyou's body was trembling slightly at this moment, and inexplicable emotions accumulated in his heart, making him extremely irritated.

Beast, have I also been corrupted by this damn place?

Perhaps she was distracted, and she didn't know where she got the strength from, but the sword in her hand was snatched away by Lu Caiwei.

The next moment, a sword flashed.

Ding……

The long sword was thrown several meters away and fell to the ground, making a clanging sound of metal and stone colliding.

Ye Wuyou placed one leg on Lu Caiwei and held the woman down with one hand, preventing her from moving.

There was still a lingering fear in his eyes. Damn it... Did she want to scratch her own face just now?

A painful murmur came from beneath me.

"Let...let me go."

Under the messy black hair was a beautiful face with tearful eyes. The coldness in the eyes of the past was gone, filled with endless complexity and pain.

"Please, please..."

Ye Wuyou's heart trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again. The unnecessary emotions in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only calmness.

If the pain of destroying his appearance could keep him awake, Ye Wuyou would certainly not stop it, nor would he care.

Between life and death, no matter how beautiful the appearance is, it will eventually become a skeleton.

But, it's no use.

Since nothing can be done now, it is better to take away his five senses as soon as possible.

A faint sigh came from the depths of my heart.

Xia Anmeng seemed to be asking, and also seemed to be questioning.

"Ye Wuyou, are you a human?"

……

The lobby on the first floor of the Tianlao.

Nearly four days have passed since the riot in Tianlao.

The collapse of the sky prison this time was indeed quite serious, but after all, the foundation was intact, at least the entire thing did not sink like a pit.

At this moment, countless jailers from the Heavenly Prison gathered here, and there were also jailers coming and going, with more or less injuries on their bodies.

Everyone looked a little confused, looking at the figures in the front in silence.

"Have you finished the count? How many people are still missing?"

The person who spoke was an old man in a black robe in front. He was holding a broken mirror in his hand and looking at it carefully.

Although the old man was not dirty, the strong smell of blood could not be stopped from spreading when the wind blew.

Hanging around his waist was a token with a large character engraved on it.

【First】

"Reporting to Lord Zhao, after counting all the people on the first to seventh floors, a total of seventeen colleagues have died, and eight others are still missing."

The scene was silent for a short while, and after a long time, the old man's soft sigh was heard.

"Have you found out the cause of this incident?"

The jailer who had responded earlier paused, glanced at the crowd, and then continued speaking.

"Replying to Lord Zhao, this is the demon captured by the fifth team of Class B. He allowed himself to be captured on purpose and was carrying a magical tool like the Yi Tian Bao Jing, which caused the levels in the prison to be reversed. We were unable to provide reinforcements in time..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"The demon was captured on purpose? Why not say that people were too stupid to notice?"

Zhao Changhe's white hair fluttered in the wind, and his black robe rustled in the wind.

"Where is the captain of Class B Group 5?"

"Your Excellency, the captain's name is Lu Caiwei, and she is currently missing..."

Missing……

The first to seventh floors of the prison were thoroughly searched, and all the people, including the dead and alive, were brought back.

Their current disappearance meant that they had fallen into the eighth level.

The eighth floor, except for the warden, they cannot enter.

Zhao Changhe threw down the broken mirror in his hand with a gloomy look in his eyes.

The Yitian Treasure Mirror can reverse the order of things and put it in the sky prison during a riot, which means that when you want to enter a certain level, you step into another level instead.

"I remember that when it reaches the B level, the soul will be left... Have someone bring it up for inspection."

Rows of emerald-colored glass lamps were brought up, like a lampstand.

Each glass cup contains a flickering flame, which symbolizes a life.

Some have gone dark, but most are still bright.

"Lu Caiwei...I'll look for it, hum."

Zhao Changhe's eyes swept across the lit glass lamp. Even though he was still angry, the oppression in his heart had dissipated a lot.

He is still alive. We can save him as long as we wait for the warden to come back.

"He's still here, still alive. I know the captain is not dead. How could the captain be dead?!"

The one who shouted loudly and seemed to be crying for joy was a prison guard below, Class C.

He was covered in wounds and was immediately pulled aside by his teammates to shut him up.

"Don't scream, it's really embarrassing for the captain."

Having said that, the man was also visibly relieved.

They committed a serious mistake in the chaos in the Heavenly Prison this time and they must atone for their sins.

If the captain is gone, how will they, the Class C prison guards, survive in the future? They will probably be laughed at and won't even be able to raise their heads.

Zhao Changhe glanced at them and shouted angrily.

"What a fuss! If it's so easy for a Class B jailer to die, I think it's better to kill him as soon as possible..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe noticed that the expressions of the people below him were gradually changing.

From the initial ecstasy, to surprise, and then to disbelief.

Finally, it turned into bleakness.

Zhao Changhe turned back suddenly.

On the lampstand, a jade-colored glass lamp slowly went out.

(End of this chapter)