My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 172 I am at the peak of the third realm, who can kill me?
Several eyes were gazing deeply at the figure in the white tower of Dharma.

In fact, as a group of people in the middle three realms, if the soul is immortal, they will not die, but it does not mean that the physical body is not important.

But now Ye Wuyou’s left arm is missing, his meridians are broken, and his qi is dissipated.

It’s just three realms.

Is this not dead yet?

"Refine him." Old Song said.

He only wants the dead Xu Qingyuan.

The figure at the side responded, and made a seal with his hands, controlling the pagoda's image.

The Dharmadhatu is derived from the spirit and soul, but it contains supernatural powers.

The reason why the middle three realms are called great supernatural powers is that the changes in their "supernatural powers" have surpassed the traceable moves of the lower three realms.

The illusory feeling condenses into substance.

The flames turned into blades and the ice became like spikes.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent and stretched out his hand as if to do something.

But feeling the energy constantly and freely flowing out from his fingertips, he shook his head slightly.

Since the Qi cannot be raised in a short time, we can only use something else.

ghost.

Or it could be the Dharmakāya that is born from the spirit and soul.

It is still possible to perform Dharmakāya without Qi, but relying solely on the spirit and soul to drive it consumes too much energy, and it is impossible to add additional magical powers to the Dharmakāya.

But the Dharmakāya is actually a magical power.

The fire burns and the ice is biting.

Ye Wuyou gently closed his eyes, slowly raised his only remaining arm, and made an ancient magic seal with one hand.

The shadows of the zither and sword appeared behind him.

next moment.

The phantom is no longer just a phantom.

The insights he gained from the Luo River quickly became everything to him at this moment.

The sound of the piano is melodious and the sound of the sword is crisp, echoing throughout the area.

The solidified Qin and Sword Dharma images surrounded his body, shattering the flames and melting the ice.

"What does the word Qin mean?"

He chanted softly in a low voice, and his voice echoed out of the pagoda along with the sound of the piano.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou's music skills reached perfection.

Click, click...

A crisp cracking sound was heard.

The solemn Dharma Pagoda collapsed at this moment.

A man in the sky looked stunned. He didn't understand.

Not to mention that the boy is only at the third realm, why can he condense a complete Dharma image.

I am clearly in the fifth realm, the dharma form of the fifth realm.

But at this moment, he was defeated by the opponent's Dharma image.

"Good, what a strong sound!"

"No, how could he have such a strong sound realm?"

"Ridiculous, how could Xu Qingyuan have such attainments in music? I have never seen this before."

The words lasted only a moment, and the next moment, murderous intent appeared in Old Song's eyes, and he took action himself.

The nine-zhang golden body fell down with a loud bang.

But in front of that "broken" figure, it seemed to be still.

"Elder Song, please act quickly. We cannot be soft-hearted at this moment." Someone kindly reminded.

They were afraid that Mr. Song was thinking of his old relationship with Xu Qingyuan.

Old Song frowned, not knowing how to answer.

Can't see, can't feel.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm, his dark blue body stood in front of him, his arms raised high, holding up the huge golden body tightly.

The power of a ghost is proportional to the erosion.

Theoretically, if Ye Wuyou tolerates the erosion regardless of the consequences, he can even make [Ghost] regain some of its former strength.

Just like the terrifying demon that was once seen on the sea.

In a place that was beyond the reach of others, Ye Wuyou's body was gradually turning into a dark blue color.

However, the erosion that had just been alleviated a few days ago through the comprehension of Tianyan began to spread rapidly again in an instant.

Ye Wuyou raised his head slightly, and his eyes finally fixed on the only three figures left in the sky.

Hook your fingers lightly.

One, two, three...

How many ghost hands are there?
In Ye Wuyou's sight, the dark sky suddenly turned almost entirely blue.

The ghost hands crossed each other, like a huge blue net.

The three great magical powers with powerful auras were like tiny flies in a spider web at this moment.

And what will be the cost of all this erosion?
Although Ye Wuyou had used his ghost hand to eat before, he continued to use the power of ghosts due to various changes afterwards.

But how long does it take to reach the limit of erosion?
Half a year.

And now.

It would only take ten breaths. After ten breaths, Ye Wuyou's body would be completely eroded and turned into a ghost.

But he didn't care at all at this moment.

What is the body?
It's just some erosion.

The first breath passed away quietly.

Second breath.

And in the eyes of Old Song, all this seemed normal and there was no change around.

But it was a great supernatural power after all, and the strong sense of crisis in their minds made the three of them react.

The third breath.

Meaningless.

As soon as the two remaining fifth-level practitioners made any moves, they were pierced through the bodies from all directions by countless ghost hands.

The soul wants to escape, but weirdness is the most powerful force against the soul.

The fourth breath.

Only Old Song had his eyes wide open at this moment. The golden body had appeared around him. The ghost hands attacked frantically, but to no avail.

Ye Wuyou sighed softly.

That is truly a very powerful Dharma image. It doesn't seem to have any particularly outstanding magical powers, but it is capable of both offense and defense. No wonder it can be used as a protector.

The fifth breath.

"Xu Qingyuan!" Old Song's tone finally changed. It was no longer as calm and arrogant as before, but was filled with strong emotional fluctuations.

"You are only at the third level! Why! Is this your weirdness? If that's all, why didn't I notice it before?"

The words were full of questioning.

Old Song knew about the weirdness. He had been with Xu Qingyuan for many years, although he didn't know what Xu Qingyuan knew.

But he also roughly guessed that it was not a lethal weirdness.

But now, everything overturned his cognition.

Ye Wuyou did not respond immediately, he just looked down at his body.

The right eyeball was shaking wildly. It was just a strange thing, but it contained a trace of the aura of the Tao.

Facing this increasingly deep erosion, the emotion coming from my right eye is fear.

The erosion is really thorough.

The dark blue skin was moving up little by little until it reached Ye Wuyou's neck, the corners of his mouth, and his head.

Then, he looked at the ghost standing in front of him, face to face with him, and spoke lightly.

"Why is the remains of the Great Dao so useless?"

I don't know when something appeared in my hand.

It's a needle, no, it's a nail.

But if you look closely, you will find that the nail is made of some kind of bone.

Fish bones.

There once was a big fish with a strange quality of [Forgotten].

This is the second weird one.

"Since you are a thorn in my side, then just go back to where you belong," he said softly.

The tenth breath.

Then, he grasped the thorn in his eyes with his fingertips and stabbed it hard into his right eye.

The pupil of the right eye suddenly contracted at this moment. In the sight, the sharp edges gradually expanded, and then touched the thin film of the eyelid, easily piercing it, and then the eyeball...

Blood and eye fluid burst out of his eye sockets, and half of his face, which was already stained with blood, turned completely red.

For a moment, Mr. Song's eyes were a little dull.

The face suddenly began to twitch wildly and uncontrollably.

The vision in his right eye disappeared in an instant, and he was plunged into thick darkness.

The master of Tianji Tower once said that in the middle three realms, if you try to merge with two monsters, you will surely die.

Ye Wuyou felt that what the owner of Tianji Tower said was wrong.

Tianji Tower is quite barren.

Starting from his right eye, it seemed as if countless twisted things were twitching constantly under Ye Wuyou's face, as if something was trying to break through his skin and drill out of his body.

But on the body, the dark blue erosion began to fade away, madly fade away.

The face, which had been so calm originally, was now twitching and twisting beyond recognition, constantly evolving into all kinds of strange and deformed expressions.

Only then did he look at Mr. Song, who looked a little stunned, and calmly responded to the previous question with his distorted face.

"You just said that I am only at the third level?"

There was a hint of smile in his voice.

"I am at the peak of the third realm."

"Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?"

next moment.

In the middle third realm, if you try to merge with the two monsters, you will surely die.

What the owner of Tianji Tower said was actually true.

Ye Wuyou was stunned and fell to the ground.

He died on the spot.

(End of this chapter)