My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 109: Fairy Hanyue Goes to Hell

In another side hall.

In Ye Wuyou's sight, there was only a skeleton sitting cross-legged in meditation, wearing a cassock that had not decayed even after a thousand years.

The skeleton in front of him seemed to be what Lian Chi said, an existence that had integrated its consciousness into the relics, just like him.

But there is nothing weird here.

Did something unexpected happen, and the other party didn't really control the weirdness, so the weirdness completely corroded the person and then left?

Ye Wuyou didn't look at him any further, but turned and left.

The third side hall.

If there was still a skeleton in the side hall just now, then this side hall now was completely empty, as if nothing had ever existed.

Ye Wuyou looked calm.

Tian Yan had previously figured out that the way to leave this place was to find the little monk.

I came here to look for these two so-called "Buddha's relics" just with a tentative attitude.

It doesn’t matter that I haven’t seen it now.

It's just that there's inevitably a bit more disappointment, and... a hint of fear.

No matter what the "lotus pond" is like today, the mysterious disappearance of these two things undoubtedly proves one thing.

Allowing the weirdness to erode and then trying to integrate your own consciousness into the weirdness is not a perfect method.

It can only be used as an idea.

"Are these two weirdos still in this underground palace? Or have they left?"

The road has no limits, and the weirdness can appear anywhere, it only needs an opportunity.

"Forget it, let's find another way to leave this place."

[You noticed that aura. There is a guy with bad intentions on the right side of the passage ahead.]

Ye Wuyou remained calm, glanced at him lightly, pretending not to notice, and walked out of the passage.

Then, the energy burst out and Ye Wuyou suddenly stretched out his hand.

……

"Wow...let me go."

Han Yue's jade neck was raised high at this moment, her face flushed, and a strong arm was tightly grasping her neck.

She kept slapping the man in front of her with her hands, but her shouting and slapping did not stop the man.

Hanyue didn't understand.

Inside this underground palace, she met the man who had killed her once.

But perhaps she had figured something out, and surprisingly, she had no grudge against Ye Wuyou at the moment.

After all, she doesn't have much time left.

Hanyue did not take action at the first moment, but the other party had no intention of letting her go.

Her body gradually left the ground, her legs trembled weakly, and her whole body was lifted up.

"Shh, don't make any noise."

Ye Wuyou gently stretched out a finger and made a gesture to keep quiet.

The Qi flowed, and his eyes looked at the struggling figure in front of him with great interest.

Han Yue kept shouting, the energy constantly flowing through her body, trying hard to block the hand around her neck.

All this was only met with a joking remark from Ye Wuyou.

"How long are you going to keep pretending, or is this fawning look of yours your way of making a living?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Yue's flushed expression suddenly changed, and a jade harp and a green sword appeared behind him.

In the four realms of great supernatural powers, the physical body is not important.

The spirit and soul form!

"Music Dao's ultimate move - Sword and Heart of Music!"

Han Yue's soul was only half at the moment, and the soul form he used was extremely strenuous.

The magical power of the harmony of the zither and sword cannot be used, only her own zither can display it.

Whatever.

Hanyue's expression revealed indifference.

Previously, he was deceived by Ye Wuyou's illusion and had not yet used all his skills. Did he really think that he could do nothing to him?

The music emerged from Fashang's zither without her having to play it.

"What does the word 'qin' mean?" Han Yue murmured softly.

As expected, Ye Wuyou's figure shattered at this moment.

The lower body was completely shattered, and even the upper body was broken into pieces.

But Ye Wuyou still had a smile on his face, as if his long-awaited wish had finally come true.

The almost broken hand now stabbed straight into Han Yue's chest as she looked shocked and puzzled.

A calm voice spoke.

"Why are you so surprised? Your voice is really too weak. You are just an ignorant mortal, how can you match my power." Ye Wuyou gently leaned over and pressed the frightened Han Yue to the ground bit by bit, and spoke very gently in her ear.

"Don't you know that I have been waiting for your soul for a long, long time?"

The soul and spirit image collapsed in an instant, and Hanyue could feel his soul rapidly slipping away along that hand.

The "Heart Sutra of No Form" can devour people's souls.

There was no longer fear in Han Yue's eyes; her pupils were wide open. She was totally unable to understand this scene.

It was not surprising for her that her soul was being sucked away.

What she couldn't understand was that Ye Wuyou's shattered body was recovering rapidly at this moment.

As her soul was constantly plundered by Ye Wuyou, Han Yue's expression gradually became blurred. She opened her mouth slightly at this moment, and her tone was extremely weak.

"Who exactly are you..."

"I am Ye Wuyou." He chuckled.

Ye Wuyou, whose body had recovered, gently stroked Han Yue's long black hair with one hand, and then his fingertips slid down along the ends of her hair and touched her neck.

There was a line of blood, gluing the broken head and body together.

Ye Wuyou stroked it lightly with his fingertips, shook his head slightly, sighed softly, and broke the blood line.

"You should have been freed long ago." He sighed.

Ignoring the falling head, Ye Wuyou gently stood up, pulled his arm away from the other person, and grabbed a very weak soul.

Han Yue's soul opened his weak eyes at this moment, staring at Ye Wuyou, and spoke word by word.

"Ye Wuyou, even if I become a ghost I won't..."

There was pity in Ye Wuyou's eyes, and he spoke in a very serious manner.

"Don't talk, I'll send you on your way."

The last wisp of Hanyue's soul eventually disappeared.

Ye Wuyou gently closed his eyes, gathered his energy, and circulated the Wuxiang Heart Sutra. Surprisingly, a phantom of a Dharma image slowly emerged behind him.

"you……"

There were slight footsteps coming from the passage ahead, and a woman's incredulous and slightly cold voice.

"Ye Wuyou...what are you doing?"

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes, and the deathly aura on his body disappeared.

Eyes gently looking forward.

A beautiful woman in Taoist robes, with a very strange look in her eyes, was staring at him quietly.

Fang Ning.

And behind Fang Ning, a figure appeared again.

That was her protector, a master of the fifth realm.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Wuyou's lips. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Yue's corpse.

"She wanted to kill me, so I killed her. Is there a problem?"

“But why do you… use that kind of demonic technique that devours other people’s souls?” Fang Ning frowned.

Ye Wuyou looked puzzled and said softly.

"The Devil's Way? As a Taoist monk, is your understanding of things so superficial?"

"There is no distinction between good and evil in magic, Fang Ning, you are obsessed with appearances."

Fang Ning stared at Ye Wuyou in front of him.

She and Ye Wuyou had not known each other for long.

Just as the other party said, the Fairy Hanyue came to kill him, and he killed her.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But the scene of Han Yue falling to the ground and Ye Wuyou killing people just now was seen by Fang Ning.

I can’t explain it, but it’s just very strange.

The Ye Wuyou in front of her gave her an extremely strange feeling.

"Are you really Ye Wuyou?" Fang Ning spoke slowly, with a questioning tone in his voice.

"I'm standing in front of you now, why are you asking me this?" Ye Wuyou responded.

Fang Ning sneered: "Okay, then tell me, where is Bai Lu?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, his tone filled with confusion.

"That's all? That demon fox has no fighting power, so I left her in the outside world."

The old man who was a guardian of the fifth realm behind him said nothing, and looked back and forth between Fang Ning and Ye Wuyou.

Fang Ning wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by Ye Wuyou.

He looked at the fifth realm protector and spoke.

"Senior, I know a way to leave this place. Why don't you accompany me?"

(End of this chapter)