My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 168: Ghost Door Coffin

Ye Wuyou didn't leave.

Of course he didn't leave.

Xu Qingyuan's [Retrospection] can change everything, even death.

Although there is no way of knowing what kind of strange intentions this blue-robed Taoist has, it is obvious that his role is the same as Xu Qingyuan's.

They are all restrictions on Lu Qingshan.

How could Ye Wuyou just leave this guy alone?
Since he has already killed Xu Qingyuan, he doesn't mind killing Zhang Shixuan again.

Ghosts are absolutely [hidden].

The weird abilities are different, but there is no distinction between strong and weak. Apart from using weirdness to fight weirdness, there is almost no solution.

Since there is no solution, there is no such thing as strong or weak.

In the past, when Ye Wuyou used [Ghost], he often used the differentiated ghost hand, and the opponents he faced were mostly at a much higher level than himself, so the effect was not that good.

But when facing this strange Taoist Zhang Shixuan, he was able to defeat him with one strike. The huge vortex of energy directly destroyed his body and soul.

In the process, even the door of the hall was destroyed, and the bricks and tiles of the eaves collapsed, sealing the hall off.

But it's more than that.

Zhang Shixuan’s death was secondary. What was really important was the remains of the avenue on the other party’s body.

The other party is not as special as Xu Qingyuan. Everything about Xu Qingyuan has been left in the past through [Backtracking]. I don’t know if they can meet again in the future.

And the remains of this man's avenue are right here.

Ye Wuyou's eyes flashed, and invisible ghost hands spread around, ready to grab the phantom.

Only then did he clearly see what that strange thing looked like.

A coffin? Or a wooden box?
Black shadows were lingering, and waves of ominous and strange aura were emanating from it. There was originally a human-shaped phantom above it, but it seemed that with the death of Zhang Shixuan, the figure disappeared.

But no matter what it was, Ye Wuyou made his choice.

The weirdness can be killed but cannot be eliminated. With time, it will appear anywhere in the world.

As long as this weirdness is completely crushed, all of Daxuan’s so-called arrangements will become empty talk.

hum...

From the moment Ye Wuyou showed up to the moment he killed Zhang Shixuan, it was almost just a moment.

But when Ye Wuyou's ghost hand touched the phantom, several dark blue ghost hands that spread over suddenly disappeared.

Disappeared?
No, the dark blue ghost hand was broken at the root as if it had been gnawed.

The phantom that looked like a coffin, at this moment, melted into the ground bit by bit like spring water.

Countless auras emerged from the collapsed palace door.

There were still several powerful auras coming rapidly from behind.

Leading the group was the grey-robed old man, with fierceness and ferocity in his eyes.

He never expected that Ye Wuyou would not leave in full view of everyone, but would return to the original place without him noticing and kill Zhang Shixuan.

Ye Wuyou, who did all this, stretched out his invisible ghost hand and grabbed the terrified maid tightly.

Of course, Ye Wuyou would not listen to the narrator's words and kill everyone.

But he wouldn't be so shameless as to act out his life and put on a sad drama of "The Young Master is Ye Wuyou" with Lu Qingshan, Lu Caiwei and a bunch of his good friends.

Because there is no point in talking too much.

The only thing he has to do is to change his identity back!
Before this, he would even rather ignore everyone he knew.

So he needs to bring this maid with him, he needs to know everything about Xu Qingyuan!
The two figures disappeared again and left quickly.

Ye Wuyou didn’t know what that weird thing was, but no matter what, as long as he killed Zhang Shixuan, it wouldn’t be a waste of effort.

After all, no matter how the weirdness restricts Lu Qingshan, will the weirdness without anyone controlling it still have the same effect as before?

"Xu Qingyuan!"

The old man in gray robe, Old Song, let out a hoarse roar at this moment.

But then, a solemn look appeared in his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on the place where Zhang Shixuan had just died.

A black spot suddenly appeared on the ground, like a black ink spot on a white scroll.

And now, that ink spot is expanding.

The solemnity in Old Song's eyes eventually turned into fear, and then to unwillingness and anger.

In the past, he didn’t know what was so strange about Xu Qingyuan, and he was even afraid of Xu Qingyuan who was only at the fourth level.

But he understood the weirdness of Zhang Shixuan.

But it is precisely because of understanding that one feels unwilling and angry.

Then he turned around and left quickly with a few people.

The speed of Liujing Tianquan was extremely terrifying, and his figure suddenly exploded in mid-air, like a sudden thunder.

But no matter what, it couldn't outrun the spreading speed of the black.

Zhu Yan's body was thrown out of the hall, creating a passage.

The people in the hall just now did not have time to pay attention to everything outside the hall, mainly because of the existence of Zhu Yan.

But no matter how powerful the monster Zhu Yan is, he will ultimately be unable to withstand the siege of countless powerful people here.

Lu Qingshan walked out of the hall slowly, his eyes were somewhat dim and lifeless, and in his hand was a piece of... human face.

[Thousands of People, Thousands of Faces] Countless faces change rapidly on that person's face. Ordinary people will lose their minds if they take one look at it.

Lu Qingshan's body trembled slightly as he suddenly exerted force in his palm.

But he finally let go of his hand. It was unknown how he managed to put away the [Thousand Faces], but at least it disappeared from everyone's sight.

it's dark.

The clear sky, which was sunny just a moment ago, suddenly became dark.

There seemed to be a black curtain in the sky.

There seemed to be clouds and black mist floating above it.

On the painting screen, the blob of ink continued to expand until... it covered the entire screen.

The black soil stretched for nearly a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.

The ground seemed to be stained with a layer of black mark, very light, but impossible to remove.

Lu Qingshan stared at the changes around him and spoke softly after a moment.

"Does your sect have a Taoist scripture that records this phenomenon?"

The Taoist old man stroked his beard briefly, his eyes showing thought, and then he pondered.

"If I remember correctly, this strange place is called the Gate of Hell."

gate of hell?
Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly, his voice extremely indifferent.

"Gate of Hell? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it Ghost Gate Coffin? I can tell that this thing doesn't seem to be dangerous. It just seals off countless realms, so you can only enter but not exit?"

The Dao Sect elder looked solemn and spoke slowly.

"All of this was caused by the man named Xu Qingyuan. He killed the Great Xuan Daozi, causing the weirdness to go out of control. Otherwise, this ban would not have stretched for hundreds of miles."

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, speaking with a chuckle.

"Yes, it was originally only targeting Lu."

The old man from Dao Sect was slightly stunned, and then he was speechless.

There are many strong people in the imperial city.

There are many Yuheng in the fifth realm, and there is also a leader of the Sword Sect in the sixth realm Tianquan.

"This place is for entry but not exit?"

They don't think so.

The crowd, which had been in a state of uncertainty due to the series of unexpected events, now began to try to break the ban on this place under the leadership of the Sword Sect's leader.

It's impossible to stay here forever, right?
Lu Qingshan didn't try.

He just glanced around calmly.

Then he walked slowly, bit by bit, to a slightly remote place, and finally sat down slowly on a broken step beside him.

There were bursts of roars coming from the sky.

The sword energy split into thousands, mixed with the magical powers of countless people around, and bombarded the black curtain that covered the sky again and again.

The Sword Sect's leader's moves are still very intimidating, and their power and momentum can be regarded as the pinnacle of Dayan's swordsmanship today.

The loud roar could be heard within a hundred miles.

but……

Quiet.

so quiet.

This was a terrifying noise, but Lu Qingshan couldn't hear it at all.

His eyes were calm, so calm that they were filled with deathly silence.

There seemed to be no focus in the pupils, and the line of sight scattered randomly, sweeping forward.

What is Lu Qingshan thinking about?
He himself didn't know what to think at the moment.

But I felt a sense of fatigue in my heart, a fatigue that had not appeared in more than thirty years.

"Tired." He said softly.

The life of my junior fellow apprentice is hanging by a thread, no, it is already a foregone conclusion.

The life and death of his only successor, Ye Wuyou, is unknown.

But he should still be alive, right?

Otherwise, why would Tian Yan have seen that scene?
It’s good to be alive. It’s good to be alive.

At this point, Lu Qingshan thought back to the scene he saw in Tianyan.

But now, it seems that everything has nothing to do with truth or falsehood.

As Lu Qingshan was thinking this, a question suddenly popped up in his mind for no reason.

He has been thinking about a question that can even be called a mental demon.

Is Dayan really important to me?

Is the current Da Yan, the current Da Yan, still important?

As he thought about this question, the illusory figure behind him seemed to lower his head slightly.

The invisible gaze slowly focused on Lu Qingshan.

(End of this chapter)