My practice narration is weird

Xia An's dream couldn't trace such a strange cycle, and Ye Wuyou naturally couldn't see anything unusual.

Of course, the so-called impact caused by Weirdness should be resolved by Weirdness.

Only the palm-sized pieces of jelly dough were left squirming on the ground.

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

This is still the passage in the sky prison, extremely dark.

Although Ye Wuyou can see "weirdness" compared to others, he can only see it and still cannot communicate with it.

After all, the guy at his feet didn't even have a mouth, so it was really difficult for him to speak.

Just when he was still thinking about what this meant, Xia Anmeng let out a soft sigh in his heart.

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

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

Even though he only had a soul body, Xia Anmeng couldn't help but roll his eyes and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Of course you can't notice it normally, but now that you've been standing here for so long, and the thing at your feet happens to be staying here, it's possible that I still can't notice it, and then my life has been in vain all these years."

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

Just like a complex geometric pattern suddenly has an auxiliary line, it suddenly becomes clear.

That makes sense...

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

"What do I need to do now?"

Ye Wuyou, who had a borrowed realm, still couldn't make a move.

"Break this boundary, use your strongest move."

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

Okay, so still the same.

The "Shadowless Heart Sutra" is running, the Qi machine is reverberating, and the clear sword light is still shining in the darkness.

The sword rises with wind and thunder!

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

The incident happened so suddenly that Xia Anmeng didn't notice how Ye Wuyou used that sword.

But at this moment, because of the possession, Xia Anmeng could clearly detect how the energy flow in Ye Wuyou's body.

As Lu Caiwei's master and grandpa, she is certainly aware of her disciple's sword. Although she did not create it, she has personally taught him a lot.

But this move requires specific techniques and specific meridians to move Qi. If it doesn't work properly, you will be frustrated...

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

"How on earth did he learn this trick!"

It is obvious that ordinary people with no realm of cultivation can resist strange erosion.

Although he has never practiced before, he can still perform the same sword moves as Lu Caiwei.

Obviously, I couldn't locate the strange existence, but when the opponent drew his sword, it was as if he had eyes. He was no longer aware of it, as if he could see it directly.

In addition, he can be aware of his own state as a divine soul, and can reveal his realm with just one word...

What is his identity...

Is it a human, or...

Compared to Xia Anmeng's surprise and inner confusion, Ye Wuyou's aura was stagnant.

Even though there was an empty corridor in front of him, his sword definitely hit a certain place.

only……

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

Well……

There was a sleepy murmur in his ears, and then it turned into a slightly painful murmur.

The delicate body carried behind her trembled at the moment, followed by warm, but gradually rapid breathing.

Lu Caiwei, wake up.

Ye Wuyou's heart skipped a beat.

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

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

Lu Caiwei's reaction was very quick, perhaps because of her keenness as a practitioner of the Three Realms, she quickly realized what had happened.

He rolled over from Ye Wuyou, but then staggered to the ground.

"Sword...give it to me."

In front of him, Lu Caiwei's painful murmur came.

[It’s really sad that little girls are going to play self-mutilation again. Your emotions are not affected by erosion. You just look at each other coldly and overlook all living beings.]

Stop talking nonsense.

[These warriors in the world, who claim to be cultivators, will disturb their minds under the lingering power of the ruins of these surviving avenues. You don't understand, you can't understand why they are so weak...]

[The further you go, the deeper the erosion becomes. You sneer, or feel compassion in your heart, and give it a way to survive...]

Ye Wuyou looked slightly startled, but soon he heard the next sentence.

[As long as it is deprived of its five senses, making it unable to see, hear, smell, taste... for the rest of its life, this little lady can only rely on you and be your puppet]

Shut up, shut up.

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

Beast, am I also being corrupted by this ghost place?

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

The next moment, sword light flashed.

Ding……

The sword was thrown several meters away and fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

Ye Wuyou pressed one leg on Lu Caiwei and held the woman down with one hand to prevent her from moving.

There was still lingering fear in his eyes.

Damn it...did she just want to scratch her own face?

A painful murmur came from beneath him.

"Let...let me go."

Under the messy black hair, there is a beautiful face with tearful eyes. The coldness in the eyes of the past is gone, only filled with endless confusion and pain.

"Please, please..."

Ye Wuyou's heart trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again. The excess emotions in his eyes had dissipated, leaving only calm.

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

Between life and death, no matter how good the skin is, it is nothing more than a pink skeleton.

But, it's no use.

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

Deep in my heart, there was a faint sigh.

Xia Anmeng seemed to be asking and questioning.

"Ye Wuyou, are you a human?"

…

The lobby on the first floor of Tianlao.

Nearly four days have passed since the turmoil broke out in Tianlao.

This time the collapse of the Tianlao was indeed serious, but after all, the foundation was not damaged, at least it did not sink completely like a pit.

At this moment, countless jail guards gathered here, and there were also guards coming and going, with injuries more or less on their bodies.

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

"Has the counting been completed? How many people are still missing?"

The speaker was an old man in black robes in front of him. He was holding a broken mirror in his hand and looking at it carefully.

Although there was no dirt on the old man's body, when the wind blew, the thick blood all over his body could not stop escaping.

On his waist, hung a token with a large character engraved on it.

【First】

"Reporting to Mr. Zhao, after counting all the people on the first to seventh floors, a total of seventeen colleagues died in the line of duty, and there are still eight people missing."

The scene was quiet for a while, and after a long time, the old man sighed softly.

"Has the cause of this incident been found out?"

The jailer who had replied before paused and glanced at the crowd before speaking again.

"Sir Zhao, he is a demon previously captured by the fifth team of Class B. He was captured on purpose and brought magical weapons such as the Yi Tian Bao Mirror, which caused the layers in the sky prison to be reversed. It was too late to be the first. Time reinforcements..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Yaoxie was captured on purpose? Why not say that he was too stupid to notice it?"

Zhao Changhe's white hair moved without any wind, and his black robe was making a hunting sound due to the aura.

"Where is the captain of the fifth team of Class B?"

"Sir, the captain's name is Lu Caiwei, and he is missing..."

Missing……

The first to seventh floors of the prison were searched, and everyone was brought back whether they were alive or dead, including corpses.

The current disappearance means that they have fallen into the eighth level.

Except for the warden, they cannot enter the eighth floor.

Zhao Changhe dropped the crippled mirror in his hand, his eyes looking gloomy.

The Yi Tian Bao Mirror can reverse the order of things and be placed in the prison during a riot. That is, if you want to enter a certain level, you will step into another level.

"I remember that when you reach the second level, there will be a life soul left... let someone bring it up and check it."

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

There is a beating flame sealed inside each glass cup, which symbolizes each life.

Some are already dark, but most are still bright.

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

Zhao Changhe's eyes passed over the bright glass lamp. Even though he was still angry, the pressure in his heart had dissipated a lot.

Still alive, as long as he waits for the warden to come back, he can save the other party.

"He's still alive, he's 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 with joy was a jailer below, Grade C.

He was covered in scars and was immediately pulled shut by his teammates.

"Don't scream, it's a fucking embarrassment to the captain."

Having said that, the man was obviously relieved.

They made a big mistake this time in Tianlao and must atone for their sins.

If the captains were gone, how would they be able to survive with just a few of them as Grade C jailers? They would be teased to the point where they would not even be able to lift their heads.

Zhao Changhe glanced at several people and shouted angrily.

"What a shame to make such a fuss! If a Class B jailer can die so easily, then I think it's better to do it as soon as possible..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changhe noticed that the eyes of the people below gradually changed.

From the initial ecstasy, to surprise, to disbelief.

In the end, it turned into disgrace.

Zhao Changhe turned around suddenly.

On the lampstand, a sapphire and glazed lamp slowly went out.