My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 106 Goodbye Xia Anmeng

Taoist Baimei was in a bad mood at the moment.

It had already cost a huge amount of money to find the location of that little beast Ye Wuyou, but he was stopped by the Taoist woman and had a fight with her.

You have to beat him, because who asked someone to bring a parent with him when he goes out?

I finally managed to get away, but after taking a few steps, I encountered such a strange thing.

Even now, Taoist Baimei is still frightened when he thinks of the words that have just spread everywhere.

Now that you have seen the future, why not worship!
Even though he was at the fourth level of great magical power, his heart trembled at the sound of that voice. He was unable to mobilize any of his own energy and could only watch himself fall into the ground.

It wasn't just him who fell into the ground, many others as well.

The official road stretches for a long time, and there are many pedestrians and disciples of the sect passing by.

Then, God knows what he encountered underground.

All along the way, there were skeletons everywhere, and something would pop out from time to time in the dark passage.

Those things are like humans but not humans, like monsters but not monsters, like objects but not objects...

A cushion with human legs and a demon's head on it is biting towards you.

Baimei's mind was greatly shocked.

There were even two or three times during this period when, if he had not been a fourth-level great master with powerful supernatural powers, he would have really died here.

But for now.

Everything is gained.

Because he met Ye Wuyou.

There was surprise in Taoist Baimei's eyes, and the dead air in his body was diluted a little by his laughter.

"Okay, okay, I met you here and killed you. This old man can be regarded as revenge for my dead child!"

Two figures jumped out of the coffin again and fought with the Taoist priest with white eyebrows.

But the situation is still one of one-sided suppression.

Ye Wuyou could vaguely feel that the figures that came out of the coffins also had great magical powers in the middle three realms.

But he had no soul, and his magical powers were far inferior to that of the Taoist with White Eyebrows, so it was only a matter of time before he was killed.

Ye Wuyou's gaze was still directed towards the lotus pond.

"Master, with all your abilities, can you summon this person from the mirror?"

Through Lian Chi's words just now, Ye Wuyou already had a general idea of ​​the other party's strange ability.

What the man in the mirror said is mysterious, but to put it simply, it is not complicated.
Similar to, copy?

Except for the fact that he has no soul and is dead, everything else is exactly the same as the copied person.

I just don't know if I can be copied by the other party...but I have a strange body and I think I can't be copied.

Lianchi’s answer was also very simple.

"What are you talking about, benefactor? Even if we summon this person's reflection in the mirror, without his soul, he will be weaker than himself. Will we still be unable to fight the enemy?"

Hmm...that makes sense.

"so?"

"The old monk said, benefactor, we are predestined."

Lian Chi put his hands together and bowed gently.

But it was not directed at the Taoist with white eyebrows, nor at Ye Wuyou.

Instead, he turned around and looked towards a coffin behind him.

Lian Chi's words came.

"Donor, after all, I only left a trace of consciousness in this relic, and I cannot fully exert my abilities."

"Calling this man out will be the limit of this old monk's ability."

Ye Wuyou didn't care about Lian Chi's words.

His eyes were just fixed on the coffin, the coffin that was placed upright.

There are hundreds of coffins lying here, but only these three are standing upright.

At this moment, a slight vibration was heard from the first coffin.

"Crack, click..."

There was a sound of breaking.

The sound was not loud, but Ye Wuyou heard it surprisingly clearly.

Then, the sound of breaking became louder and louder.

"boom!"

The coffin lid was broken into pieces at this moment, and it flew out, brushing against Ye Wuyou's cheek. The strong wind made his sleeves rustle slightly.

Then, a jade foot slowly stretched out from the pitch-black coffin.

The person in the coffin did not push the coffin lid open like the previous people did, but instead stepped on the coffin board and crushed it.

The jade foot stepped forward gently at this moment, and the figure finally appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

Even though it was dark here, the red dress that highlighted the woman's fair skin was clearly visible. The red dress was extremely exquisite, unlike the ragged clothes of the other people in the coffins.

The bright red dress fits her perfectly and exudes a unique beauty.

On the beautiful face are a pair of deep eyes, which contain only tranquility and indifference.

Ye Wuyou said with certainty that he had never seen this person before.

But there is a vague sense of familiarity in my mind.

[Okay, okay, you laughed three times. I didn’t expect to meet an old acquaintance here. He turned out to be like this. That’s good. It will add a bit of charm to our dual cultivation in the future.]

acquaintance?

The vague sense of familiarity in his mind made Ye Wuyou look a little hesitant.

I mostly turned a deaf ear to the narrator's words in the past.

What is the meaning of ten thousand years, cleansing the world, and practicing again...

But this familiar feeling right now...could it be that I am really the reincarnation of some powerful being?
Thinking only takes a moment.

After the woman came out, her eyes swept around lightly.

She seemed to know what she should do.

The next moment, she suddenly disappeared under Ye Wuyou's gaze.

disappear?

There was a loud bang behind me!
Ye Wuyou turned around suddenly, but saw a scene that he could not understand.

The Taoist with White Eyebrows, who had just been in control of the battle and was beating up several figures, was now like a dead dog, being stepped on by the woman.

The Taoist priest Baimei's full head of white hair and long beard were fluttering violently at this moment! The aura of the four realms swept out from him, but it was strangely confined to that small space, not allowing even a little bit to leak out.

Taoist Baimei roared hoarsely with fear in his eyes.

"You...you woman! I have no hatred or grudge against you, why are you trying to stop me!"

"Stop? I'm here to kill you."

The woman looked indifferent and exerted force lightly, and the Taoist priest Baimei's body was instantly torn into pieces.

Only a weak soul was left.

The spirit of Taoist Baimei was floating weakly at this moment, with deep fear in his eyes.

"Why...why did you want to kill me? I was only one step away from killing that kid! Why!"

The most aloof and arrogant words came out of the woman's mouth.

"What does it have to do with you if I kill you?"

Damn, Ye Wuyou suddenly likes this woman a little.

Well, maybe it’s the vague sense of familiarity in my mind.

Actually, I can’t say I like her, it’s just that this woman is a little handsome.

The woman's arrogant voice was heard again.

"Remember my name, and walk clearly on the road to the underworld."

"I am the Red Lotus Heavenly Lord - Xia Anmeng."

That spirit dissipated and shattered in an instant.

Ye Wuyou didn't have time to feel sorry for that soul because he was completely stunned.

Eh?
what?
Xia Anmeng?
The remnant soul in Lu Caiwei's ring? Xia Anmeng, the remnant soul that had swallowed the other person's soul power in the eighth floor of the prison?
At that time, she was like a talkative young aunt, and she didn't have such a self-centered temperament at all...

What a contrast.

The narrator also said that Xia Anmeng's remaining soul had existed for hundreds of years.

But based on current calculations, the real Xia Anmeng in history probably existed nearly a thousand years ago.

In other words, the Xia Anmeng in front of us was given the strange ability to copy her reflection by Master Lianchi during the Daqian era.

Ye Wuyou kept staring at Xia Anmeng, firstly because he was curious, and secondly because he wanted to see what was going on with Xia Anmeng who lived a thousand years ago.

Lian Chi gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Donor, please stop staring at me. I am now limited in my abilities and cannot completely control the person in the mirror. She still has her own consciousness and instincts..."

"What?" Ye Wuyou was very surprised.

I can’t even look at it!
"This person's name is Xia Anmeng. His realm and strength were once extremely powerful. It is said that he has reached the upper three realms, but his temperament is a bit strange..." Lian Chi said.

Have a weird temper?
If you have gossip, please tell us in detail! What about dark history?

Lian Chi spoke to Ye Wuyou in a low voice.

"What she said just now, such as "I want to kill you, what does it have to do with you", and "Red Lotus Heavenly Lord"...she just said it casually."

“In our Daqian, she is like this. Every time before taking action, she dresses up solemnly, blows the flute and plays music, and fights with others to the accompaniment of music.

Even if you are against someone, you would rather get hurt than not show your grace and say something unique. "

"When she was young, there was a competition in Daqian that was attended by many geniuses. With her strength, she could have easily won, but..."

"But she insisted on going on stage, turned her back to the others and said, 'You all go on together, I'm in a hurry.'"

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly stunned.

A scene emerged in my mind.

The woman in red stepped onto the stage, faced countless geniuses, turned her back to the world, and spoke arrogantly.

"Let's go together, I'm in a hurry."

Ye Wuyou asked with anticipation in his eyes.

"She won in the end?"

Lian Chi shook her head slightly: "No, dozens of Tianjiao attacked her at the same time, and she was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and rolling off the stage."

Ye Wuyou: "..."

Lian Chi sighed softly: "In short, this person... is extremely strange. If it weren't for her strong strength, a normal person would have died many times like this."

So... was Xia Anmeng's personality like this before?

Arrogant? Forcing the king?

No, that's too childish.

What kind of changes did she go through later that turned her into the residual soul aunt at that time?

Ye Wuyou looked at Xia Anmeng. After killing Taoist Baimei, the other party had been standing there, with a slender figure and his hands behind his back.

As if she sensed something, Xia Anmeng looked back gently at this moment.

The next second, he had already stepped in front of Ye Wuyou.

The two figures were very close.

Xia Anmeng frowned slightly. She originally wanted to look down on others.

But looking at Ye Wuyou who was a head taller than her, with her red skirt swaying slightly, Xia Anmeng gently tiptoed.

She said every word.

"You, why do you dare to look directly at me?"

Ye Wuyou turned and looked towards the lotus pond.

At this moment, Lian Chi was wearing the body of a Taoist priest, with his hands clasped together and his head bowed, chanting scriptures, as if he would rather die than let his fellow Taoist die.

Don't worry, the old monk is here, she won't do anything to you...

?

Ye Wuyou looked at Xia Anmeng who was close to him, thinking about how to answer.

The narrator's voice sounded slowly.

[Faced with this pretty and silly woman, you smiled faintly and just looked at her. Why should you explain your actions in life to others?]

Ye Wuyou's eyes were startled for a moment, but then he spoke slowly following the narrator's tone.

He raised his eyebrows and responded coldly.

"I, Ye Wuyou, don't need to explain to others what I have done in my life!"

Along with the words, there were bursts of roars.

This stone chamber suddenly shook violently.

(End of this chapter)