My practice narration is weird

The man in the brocade robe made a secret with his hands, constantly changing it, and then raised it high, as if he had used some magical power.

But there was no response, and the surrounding mummies gathered around him.

"No, illusions don't work!"

On the other side, Ye Wuyou's figure kept flashing in the crowd, and what Zhao Changhe taught was fully utilized in this situation.

In addition, invisible blue arms kept emerging from his body. As Ye Wuyou's body moved, the decaying corpses around him fell down one by one.

"This group of people are not strong. They seem to be practitioners who have died a long time ago. Occasionally, there are a few who have magical powers."

The pressure on Ye Wuyou's side was not great. I wonder if it was the arrogant words of the man in brocade robes earlier that caused most of the mummies to rush towards him.

"boom!"

A huge roar came from the circle surrounded by the man in brocade robes, and then more than ten mummies were thrown into the sky by the opponent.

"This can't continue like this." Ye Wuyou quickly made a judgment in his mind.

The living and the dead are at a loss no matter what, and besides, the opponent has a large number of people, and some of them can also use magical powers.

The most urgent task now is to find the root cause of this place, that weird eyeball.

He shouted at the man in brocade robes, "Just hold on, I'll find a way to find that thing."

After saying that, regardless of the other party's response, Ye Wuyou swept his steps, tore up a corpse in front of him that was about to use his magical power with his giant blue hand, and jumped to a dilapidated house nearby.

Standing on the roof, Ye Wuyou looked around wildly.

"No, no, no, it must be nearby, I can feel it."

The strange, or rather the aura of the ruins of the avenue, Ye Wuyou was familiar with after having dealt with it so many times.

Although the eyeball is not a wreckage, it still has the same aura.

That special feeling, the feeling that wants to erode people, cannot be wrong.

"found it!"

Ye Wuyou took a long stride and jumped towards another roof, but when he arrived, he found that it was empty and there was nothing.

His expression changed, and he closed his eyes, then opened them for a moment, and shouted towards the man in brocade robes who was still fighting with the group of mummies below.

"Something's wrong! That thing can move!"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the man in brocade robes instantly turned ugly.

Although he had never seen anything inside the Purple Gold Bell, he was in the Thousand Fantasy Sect, and he vaguely knew that it was not a mortal thing.

But such a weird thing, as long as it is a dead object...even if it is not a dead object, as long as it cannot move or run, its danger will be reduced a lot.

Just like a tiger, everyone knows that it is dangerous, but if the tiger can only stay in place and cannot move, then the danger will naturally be greatly reduced, and even hunting can be considered.

But now, it moves.

The sound of tiles collapsing could be heard from the houses on the side of the street, but then Ye Wuyou stood up with empty hands and looked away.

Obviously, that thing ran away again.

More than that, it seemed that the group of mummies could not trap the two of them, and the crowd of shadows below changed.

Ye Wuyou stood on the roof and saw clearly. He clearly saw several decayed bodies with strong auras. At this moment, flesh and blood slowly grew, followed by skin.

Revitalized.

The dead practitioners are very weak, but if they come back to life, it will be very different.

"Pay attention, those guys are coming to life."

Ye Wuyou shouted downwards, and as he spoke, he rushed toward several resurrected mummies.

He didn't want to save the man in brocade robes, but if that group of people who were neither humans nor ghosts survived, the other party would definitely not be able to hold on, and he would definitely be hindered.

"leave me alone!"

A loud shout came from the street, causing Ye Wuyou to stop.

"Brother Ye, you are only in the first realm, just go find that thing and don't worry about me!"

"Young master, I want to kill the demon fox and then use this treasure to rebuild the sect! These ghosts also want to stop me!!! No way!"

Following the words of the man in brocade robes, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, Qi sharply slashed across his own arm, and blood mixed with Qi flowed out of his body.

The man in brocade robes spoke some spells quickly, raised his blood-covered arms tremblingly, and kept changing the spells.

The blood turned into sharp threads along with the energy, and then, with the man in brocade robe as the center of the circle, it swept dozens of feet in all directions.

The blood line was extremely sharp, and in an instant, most of the rotten mummies were cut off in half.

The man in the brocade robe raised his hands, and the remaining blood lines turned into drops of blood and sprinkled on the remaining mummies around him, and then burst into blazing fire.

The dark group of mummies were actually killed by the man in brocade robes alone.

Ye Wuyou stood on the house, looking at this scene with his eyes. He was a little shocked, but his eyes were filled with brilliance.

The fact that I could kill the opponent easily before was more of a trick with invisible tricks. It does not mean that practitioners of the Three Realms are weak.

Practitioners of the three realms obviously have some tricks to keep things under control.

I didn't bring the wrong person on this trip.

If Ye Wuyou dealt with these rotten mummies by himself, it would probably take a lot of effort.

The man in brocade robe gasped, then jumped onto the roof, looking around and saying.

"Have you found it?"

"No, I didn't find it originally, but now that I've killed it, it seems like it can't help but come out."

Ye Wuyou looked calmly at a rooftop in the distance.

A strange creature stood there.

Half of the head had lost its fur, revealing dense white bones. The originally flawless white hair on his body had turned yellow at this moment, and not much hair was left. Behind him, a tail with only bones left was swaying gently.

Although his appearance changed greatly, Ye Wuyou still recognized the other person and understood why the thing could move.

That familiar aura is within the body of this demon fox.

Also, dead men in brocade robes can be controlled, so there is no need to say more about this demon fox.

"That ghost thing, the source of everything here, is inside the demon fox."

Looking along Ye Wuyou's fingertips, the brocade-robed man swallowed, but then his eyes were replaced by a look of resentment.

"Demon fox! It's you, the evil beast, who brought me to this point!"

With that said, before Ye Wuyou could do anything, the man in brocade robes had already jumped out, making seals with his hands, and his whole body was emitting a little radiance, which seemed to be some kind of magical power.

But the demon fox was extremely agile, and just like Ye Wuyou before, the man in brocade robes jumped into the air.

For some reason, the demon fox was still standing on the rooftop in the distance. He slowly stopped and turned around to stare at the two of them with his empty eye frames.

It was as if he was teasing and taunting.

The man in brocade robe looked unwilling, but he knew very well that he really couldn't catch up with the demon fox.

He turned his head and looked to his side, "Brother Ye, is there any way? As long as I catch the demon fox, I am sure to seal that ghost thing."

"Well, Brother Ye? Why is there white smoke coming from your head?"

Ye Wuyou, whose skin turned red all over, slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a trace of hot white air.

Under the operation of the "Shadowless Heart Sutra", all the energy in the body rushed towards several acupoints.

Zhao Changhe's words that day seemed to be ringing in his ears at this moment.

"This is blood-burning. You need to extract the qi from the sea of ​​​​qi on weekdays and store it in fixed orifices. When facing the enemy, boil your own blood and use it...

Lasts about three minutes..."

"Give me three minutes." Fiery words came out.

The next moment, Ye Wuyou's toes stepped hard on the roof, and his figure disappeared.

As the layers of bricks and tiles on the roof were stepped on, there was silence all around at first, and then all the tiles fell apart and exploded layer by layer!