My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 108: Weird is raising Gu, Ye Wuyou is killing people

Following the map in his mind, Ye Wuyou walked quickly in the dark passage.

He planned to visit two other places where strange things existed.

According to Lian Chi, the two entered here earlier than him, and they were both Buddhists who had integrated their consciousness into the weirdness.

This move was somewhat dangerous, because Ye Wuyou was not sure whether the other party could still communicate like "Lian Chi", and it was also possible that his own consciousness had already been eroded by the weirdness.

But as long as the rules are not violated, weirdness will not easily conflict with weirdness.

"According to the map, if we continue forward, it should be an external palace."

There were several corpses in the dark passage.

The body was not decayed and was wearing different clothes, obviously having died not long ago.

Ye Wuyou remained silent and didn't look at it any further.

The area below the temple stretches for dozens of miles, and is right next to the official road… Apparently, those involved in this place are not just the disciples of the sects who have a grudge against him.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when I walked out of the dark passage, I finally noticed changes in the scenery in front of me.

In the spacious hall, there is a Buddha statue that is exactly the same as the one in Yong'an Temple. The statue is covered with gold foil and no other color, just black.

There are many objects placed on the altar, and there is not just one altar, but there are altars all around the hall.

But the top was still pitch black and there was no end in sight.

The hall was pitch black, without a single ray of light. Even if one had reached the second level of enlightenment, one's perception was limited here, and one could not see further.

But Ye Wuyou was not affected. His right eye provided a clear vision, allowing him to see everything in the hall.

The energy was flowing, the magical powers were spreading, and in a corner of the hall, several figures gathered together, fighting with something.

Several dead bodies suddenly came back to life, grinning sinisterly and surrounding several people.

Among those people there were disciples of the sect who were caught in the sinkhole, and they obviously had some ability to protect themselves.

In addition to the corpse, they can also feel waves of pain in their minds.

The erosion of weirdness on people is impossible to resist, and no matter how high your cultivation is, you can only delay it.

"Why can't these things be killed even if they are smashed?"

"What kind of magical power is this!"

It is unreasonable for a dead body to attack a living person.

Because it's weird.

In other words, it is a strange thing that has a hint of the aura of the Great Dao.

Just like his right eyeball, the ghost painting before.

If the real body is not found, it will be useless no matter how many corpses that are controlled by the strange things are killed.

Ye Wuyou ignored those people and walked straight to an altar where many objects were placed.

Candlesticks, yellow cloth, sandalwood, golden bells...

There was a very faint breath coming out of it...

Just like the painting box that held the ghost painting, it was also tainted with a little bit of aura.

But these are still weird things.

In this place alone, there are dozens of strange things.

There are several altars in the entire hall, with nearly a hundred strange objects.

This is just a palace...

"This……"

Ye Wuyou seemed to finally understand why he had deduced where the strangeness was at the beginning, but Tian Yan gave the answer that it was the entire Yong'an Temple inside and outside.

There is more than just one weirdness here, I have walked into a nest of weirdness.

Ye Wuyou picked up one of the yellow cloths. Among all these things, the scent emitted by this piece of yellow cloth was the most intense.

He couldn't understand the words engraved on it, but that didn't stop him from destroying it.

In other words, the right eye wants to destroy these things.

The red light in his right eye suddenly jumped, waves of joy came from his eyes, and his eyeballs kept trembling, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

The ghost hand tore the yellow cloth into pieces, and a breath of air emerged from it. The breath seemed to have intelligence and wanted to escape, but was absorbed by the right eye.

"It's a very faint feeling, far worse than the previous ghost painting. It shouldn't be like this..."

Such a strange thing shouldn't be so weak.

The eyeballs had given me a lot of obstacles in the past. Although they couldn't defeat the real weirdness, at least I could provoke them.

Ghost paintings are far inferior to eyeballs, but they also have their own unique abilities. If they are not possessed by any strange powers, it would be difficult for normal practitioners to deal with them.

Ye Wuyou thought silently in his heart, his eyes swept across these strange things, and he vaguely discovered something.

These strange objects that were tainted with a hint of the aura of the Great Dao, the aura within them seemed to have dissipated.

In other words, it did not dissipate, but was absorbed by people just like his right eye swallowed these things.

The weirdness refers to the ghost in oneself, which is a complete remnant of the avenue.

The strange thing was like his right eye, and like the previous ghost painting, it was tainted with a hint of the aura of the Tao.

And they will instinctively devour each other, as if they want to become the complete remains of the avenue, completely weird.

"So, all these weird things in this place were swallowed up?"

Of course Ye Wuyou didn't know how strange things became strange, nor had he seen it.

But the aura of the hundreds of strange objects here has dissipated. What does it mean?

This means that there is a high possibility that a new strange thing has appeared in this underground palace.

Is Buddhism suppressing people?

This is clearly raising a Gu!

As the yellow cloth dissipated, the corpse that attacked everyone paused and then fell down.

To deal with strange things, you must find the root cause.

"What happened? These things aren't moving."

"We are...safe?"

Someone used his magical powers to emit a fire, and with that faint light, he slightly dispelled the darkness around him.

In the darkness, Ye Wuyou's figure could be vaguely seen.

And, Xia Anmeng.

"Who is that……"

"Senior, did you save us? We are disciples of the Jialan Sect. We wanted to go look for the evil disciple of the national teacher, but we were accidentally dragged into this place..."

A voice was heard in the darkness.

"I am the person you are looking for."

In an instant, the hall fell silent.

This silence did not last long, because a practitioner among their group suddenly let out a strange laugh and then twisted his head off.

"Ah! Kill him."

"What kind of magical power is this! Don't twist my head."

Another weird thing...

Although the aura of the strange things in this place has been absorbed, some of them still retain some of the aura of the Tao.

Just like the yellow cloth before.

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze, did not attack again, and did not pay attention to the twitching of his right eyeball.

The aura of the strange things here is too weak, completely inferior to the ghost paintings before. Even if it is absorbed by the right eyeball, it is of little use.

He was also unwilling to take the risk of killing those sect practitioners. After all, the abilities exerted by these things often had nothing to do with your own realm.

If you are not careful, it is easy to get fooled.

As for those sect disciples...

There is no need for Ye Wuyou to show mercy. Since you want to kill him, you should be prepared.

He took a step forward, heading towards the original route, towards a passage in the hall, and stepped into the darkness.

For those who have no understanding of the weird and cannot find the real thing, their fate is already doomed.

After Ye Wuyou left, the fight in the hall continued.

Three practitioners twisted off their heads one after another. Then another sect disciple lost his mind and started to attack randomly.

After a long time, there were only three people left in the hall.

All three of them were practitioners of the third realm. At the moment, they were surrounding a pillar, looking somewhat painful, but still looking around with confusion.

The things that had attacked them out of nowhere seemed to suddenly disappear.

Although they were safe for the time being, they still wanted to figure out what had happened.

They were unaware of the strange existence and had no idea what they were fighting against from beginning to end.

Moreover, everyone's mind seemed to be corroded by something strange, and the pain in their heads became more and more severe. If this continued, they would die here sooner or later.

One of them was a talisman master. He lit a talisman, which emitted light and illuminated the hall a little.

Then, they saw a figure.

He was a young man, a young practitioner.

He was standing next to an altar at the moment, gently crushing a wooden Buddha statue.

As his palm loosened, the wood chips slipped out of his palm and scattered all over the ground.

Someone trembled and spoke.

"Senior, it was you who took action..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Why does the figure of the young man in front of me look familiar?

Why does he look somewhat similar to the person just now?
But wasn’t that the evil disciple of the National Master, Ye Wuyou?

One of them looked a little calmer and asked in a deep voice.

"May I ask your name?"

The other party did not respond, but glanced at them and walked towards them lightly.

The three of them looked a little nervous, but compared to the inexplicable attack just now, they were now much calmer.

They could see the aura of the man in front of them.

No matter who that person is, he is just a second-level realm after all.

Although I was nervous, I wasn't afraid at all.

The young man walked slowly towards them with a faint smile on his face.

"Who asked me my name just now?"

It was obviously an ordinary question, but the three of them couldn't help but take a step back.

There was already horror in his eyes.

Oh my god, isn’t this the Ye Wuyou from just now?

Didn’t he just leave? When did he come back?
One of them was full of energy, showing his third level of cultivation, and he slowly clasped his fists and spoke.

"Ye Wuyou...Brother Ye, some of the things that happened before were just a misunderstanding. We just took the opportunity to pursue you and asked for leave from the sect to go down the mountain..."

"Now you are also involved in this dangerous place. Judging from your expression, you don't seem to be affected by this place. Why don't we join forces to leave this place and gain more strength."

"Yes, Brother Ye, teach us the method to remain unaffected. The three of us are at a higher level than you, so we will definitely be able to escort you out, and we will never attack you again."

All three of them are in the third realm.

At this moment, facing Ye Wuyou, instead of the attack that came without anyone noticing, he felt a lot more confident.

In response to their words, Ye Wuyou just stood there quietly, with no expression of sadness or joy.

That calm face finally revealed a hint of impatience at this moment.

"Didn't you hear the question I asked just now?" Ye Wuyou's voice came.

Problem? What's the problem?
Oh, who asked his name, this question.

The leading practitioner showed displeasure and confusion in his eyes. What was the necessity of asking this question right now?

Leaving this place safely is what you should focus on most.
He took a step forward and wanted to say something to Ye Wuyou.

His throat suddenly felt cold and his vision shifted. He only saw his headless body and the corner of Ye Wuyou's clothes that was lightly brushed against his face.

what happened……

The second third-level practitioner had horror in his eyes at this moment. He stretched out his hand and drew a talisman, ready to cast it.

But the figure had already passed him.

The next second, a huge force came, and the talisman master crashed into the surrounding giant pillars, leaving a space in his chest.

pat, pat.

His heart was still beating, but it was beating under his own gaze, on the ground in front of him.

The third practitioner finally reacted at this moment, and he even fully displayed his magical power.

The energetic energy poured out and transformed into dragons and snakes, rushing towards Ye Wuyou along the sword light.

He is a swordsman at the third level, and is risking his life at this moment.

The huge energy suddenly stopped, and the sharp sword that had been unsheathed did not move at all. All this was caused by just two fingers.

With a slight pinch, the sword blade completely shattered.

However, Ye Wuyou's arm was also blown to pieces by the energy.

"Is this...crazy?"

It was only a moment of trance, but in the next second, the sword cultivator, who had no time to make a move, was stepped on from behind by Ye Wuyou and fell heavily to the ground.

Ye Wuyou was holding onto his hand tightly with his only remaining arm.

"Crack, click..."

There were sounds of breaking bones, and along with the man's screams of pain, his entire arm was torn off by Ye Wuyou.

"Ye Wuyou, I, Jia Lan Zong, will not let you go..."

Ye Wuyou stepped on his back, heard the other party's words, chuckled and leaned down gently.

"You are wrong. It is me who will not let Jia Lan Zong go."

There was fear in the cultivator's eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but his head was crushed by a kick.

Life disappeared, leaving only corpses on the ground.

Above the ground, in the air, something suddenly appeared, and then slowly condensed towards Ye Wuyou's broken arm.

The hand that was blown up by the Qi appeared intact on Ye Wuyou's body in just a moment.

"Nice body." Ye Wuyou spoke to himself.

Qi is infinite and endless; the body can be destroyed but not indestructible.

However, the deathly aura emanating from his body silently told people that the "Ye Wuyou" in front of him was a dead man.

He stepped among the corpses, closed his eyes gently, and opened his hands slightly forward, as if embracing the entire hall.

The Qi flowed and reached its peak, and a certain bottleneck was broken with extreme ease.

Three realms of Yaoguang.

"It's just a pity that there is no spirit."

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across the altars with cold eyes.

There are still some weird things on it.

But those things did not attack Ye Wuyou.

At the moment, there is no "ghost" or weirdness about Ye Wuyou.

Although the person in the mirror can copy Ye Wuyou, he cannot copy the weirdness in him.

Ye Wuyou took light steps and walked towards somewhere, sneering at the empty hall.

"You guys are smarter than those people. Even though you are useless, you are not stupid."

He turned around and walked into a passage.

It was different from the direction Ye Wuyou had just gone.

If it is based on what is depicted on the map.

This passage leads to only one place.

Main hall.

(End of this chapter)