My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 10: Soul Control Sutra

"Ye Wuyou, are you a human?"

In most cases, this sentence is often the beginning of quarrels and disputes, or a one-sided accusation.

But at this moment, it is just the literal meaning.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou had no mood or energy to care about Xia Anmeng's madness. He just stared at the painful face of the woman under him with a silent expression.

"I have a method called soul division that can save my disciple..."

After hearing these words, Ye Wuyou's expression changed slightly, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

The soul-splitting method was actually what Xia Anmeng had used before. It was a method unique to the middle three realms and only those with great supernatural powers had it.

As a remnant soul that has survived for hundreds of years, Xia Anmeng's control over the soul is naturally perfect, otherwise he would not have divided a part of his soul power to Lu Caiwei to protect her from erosion.

"But the prerequisite for this method is that it requires people to perform it." Xia Anmeng said calmly.

The scene was quiet for a moment, and Ye Wuyou almost laughed out of anger.

"You think I'm not a human? Then what would I be?"

"Weird." Xia Anmeng said calmly.

Ye Wuyou was stunned at first, and then became furious.

This master and disciple pair is really interesting.

First, the beautiful disciple pointed a sword at herself and asked what it was. Then, this bitch who had lived for hundreds of years asked strange questions and said that she was weird.

Is it so difficult to be a human being?

Xia Anmeng did not explain too much. As soon as he thought about it, the soul-splitting method emerged clearly in Ye Wuyou's mind.

Can see strange things, not afraid of erosion, can use other people's magical skills at will, and can reveal one's own state with just one word...

Such a person is just a small jailer whose real cultivation has not even reached the first level?
Moreover, the biggest doubt is that when Lu Caiwei first discovered him, he was completely dead.

The clumsy lies made up by Ye Wuyou could fool Lu Caiwei, but they could not fool Xia Anmeng, the thousand-year-old fox.

So she taught Ye Wuyou the soul-splitting method.

After all, the weird is not a human, or even a living creature.

There is no soul!

Does he dare to use it?

Xia Anmeng is looking forward to it.

Ye Wuyou was too lazy to argue with Xia Anmeng at the moment, and visualized the method in his mind.

Died of laughter, I couldn't understand it at all.

[You bitch are so mean. If I give you the Soul-Splitting Technique that can only be performed by the middle three realms, I'm afraid you will be destroyed. But you are so talented that you can make a slight improvement on the Soul-Splitting Technique and it has become another wonder in the world.]

The complicated method slowly twisted, and then turned into new words that appeared in Ye Wuyou's mind.

[Soul Control Sutra - Mark of Life and Death]

This method requires the person being treated to be quiet and unable to move.

He glanced at Lu Caiwei, whose delicate body was trembling and twisting in pain, and then silently said, "I'm sorry."

"Duang!"

Does it sound good? If it sounds good, it's a good start.

Rubbing his aching hands, Ye Wuyou performed the so-called improved soul-splitting method without any hesitation.

This method is obviously effective, after all, it causes the narrator's dog to bark.

As for the other amazing method in the world that he called an improvement, Ye Wuyou couldn't tell, after all, there was no comparison.

But I think it is a magical thing to be able to improve it to the point where I can understand it.

Xia Anmeng watched this scene and frowned slightly.

Instead of asking me how to perform the technique, he knocked my own apprentice unconscious... He was exposed in the end. Weird is just weird after all.

But soon, she froze.

Because she had indeed seen Ye Wuyou performing the Soul Separation Technique. How... did he learn this?
If he can split his soul, then isn't he weird?
Xia Anmeng was a little dazed, but then she thought of something.

She wanted to stop Ye Wuyou from continuing to use this method.

For those in the lower three realms, or even those like Ye Wuyou who don't even have the first level of true cultivation, forcibly performing the soul-splitting technique is courting death.

Xia Anmeng was just trying to test him. She didn't want to end up with a situation where not only her disciple was not saved, but Ye Wuyou's soul also disappeared.

"Stop, this method is not something you can perform."

"Your soul is not strong enough, you will only get yourself into trouble."

Ye Wuyou turned a deaf ear.

I just think this woman is probably seriously ill.

He started out using harsh words to test myself, and now that I've really used that method, I'm reminding myself again.

What did you do earlier?

Whether you are a bad guy or a saint, you have to stick to one path until the end, you know, jumping back and forth will only make people evil.

Hiss, it hurts a little...

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Ye Wuyou felt as if something was being pulled out from his body and then from his brain, and finally fell lightly onto Lu Caiwei.

After doing all this, Ye Wuyou let out a long sigh, then felt dizzy and relaxed.

After all, it is still a magical power that can only be used by the middle third realm. No matter how much it is improved, it is still a bit forced...

……

"Senior, is this what you call the Soul Division Method?"

Ye Wuyou was sitting on the ground at this moment, holding his head, and his voice was a little hoarse.

In front of him, Lu Caiwei, who originally looked painful, now had a calm face. She stood quietly in white clothes, holding a sword.

Xia Anmeng silently watched the scene in front of her, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

What was happening at this moment had obviously refreshed her understanding of all those years of practice, to the point that she began to wonder whether it was possible for strange things to possess a soul.

But it is obvious that there is no solution to this problem, so I can only give up.

"I can only say that your soul seems to be naturally much stronger than that of ordinary people." After a long silence, Xia Anmeng could only say this.

Ye Wuyou was not surprised.

Since there really is such a thing as a soul, then as a soul traveler, no matter how poor my other conditions are, my soul must be stronger than others...

"How do you feel now?"

Hearing Ye Wuyou's words, Lu Caiwei clenched the sword in her hand, her face showing a bit of confusion and doubt.

"I, I, I feel very strange. I am very awake, but my body does not feel like my own."

"That's normal. You are using my soul now... How should I put it? At that time, you only had a tiny bit of your own soul left." Ye Wuyou gestured to her.

Just as Xia Anmeng, as a remnant soul of the sixth realm, was also afraid of this strange erosion, when Ye Wuyou's soul entered the body, he found that the "soul" in Lu Caiwei's body had been completely exhausted.

If it was a few minutes later, or if there was a slight delay, there would be no need to worry about splitting the soul or destroying the five senses, and we would just collect the body directly.

If Ye Wuyou took back this soul at this moment, then even if the other party left the prison, he would be like a "living dead".

After explaining all this, Ye Wuyou said in his heart.

"I know, Senior, you suspect that I am not human... But it doesn't matter. Once we get to that cage, the truth will be revealed."

Ye Wuyou sighed, and a strong feeling of fatigue came over him.

Then he looked at Lu Caiwei, who immediately understood.

The girl stood with sword in hand, at the border of this cycle.

The blood-stained white dress fluttered in the wind.

The familiar feeling of oppression that Ye Wuyou was familiar with came over him again.

The sword is flying, cutting off all the clutter!
(End of this chapter)