My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 173 Lu Caiwei, I won’t kill you, I will love you well

boom! boom! boom!
The nine-zhang golden body smashed the ground madly.

It was as if he wanted to grind that figure to ashes.

Ye Wuyou's figure moved quickly amid the collapse all around him, his expression showing neither sadness nor joy.

The right eyeball was shining again at this moment.

But his eyes were not as lively as before.

Deep inside the eyeball, if you take it out, you can vaguely see a fishbone nail.

The injuries on his body have recovered a lot at this moment.

Except for the broken arm which was still sprouting buds and had not yet fully grown, everything else seemed to have recovered.

He just died once.

Although he stood up again quickly.

But it was an inevitable death, and there was not even a hint of resistance.

"What a pity, it's just a minor injury, not fatal." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

The dark blue ghost hand stretched out, but after a moment it was still unsuccessful.

Ghosts are [hidden] after all, and the power of the ghost hand alone is good for unexpected sneak attacks, but it is difficult to really hurt the Six Realms Heavenly Power who has been prepared.

It's not completely fruitless, the ghost hand can indeed affect and cause injury to the Dharma image.

But it is undoubtedly foolish and wasteful for the ghost power to fight against the Dharma image at the cost of its own erosion.

With sword in mind and guqin in heart, the long sword and guqin continued to attack the nine-foot golden body.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The nine-zhang golden statue still stood in the same place, and there seemed to be eyes glaring angrily on the blurry face.

In the final analysis, the gap in realm is always an insurmountable chasm.

Whether it is the fourth realm or the fifth realm, they only have the most important spiritual and spiritual aspects compared to the lower three realms.

Even in Ye Wuyou's mind, the gap between the fourth realm and the fifth realm was not as huge as he had imagined.

At least there is no essential difference.

The six realms seem to be different.

Ye Wuyou kept dodging, with a hint of thought in his calm eyes.

The first to fifth realms are Yinyuan, Dongming... until Yuheng.

The names vary.

However, the names of the six realms and even the three higher realms have something in common.

The sixth realm is Tianquan, the seventh realm is Tianji, the eighth realm is Tianxuan, the ninth realm is Tianshu...

The golden body suddenly punched Ye Wuyou, accompanied by several different rays of light, which were the different magical powers displayed in an instant.

His body fell heavily to the ground, Ye Wuyou's face remained calm, but he suddenly exerted force with his hands and grabbed a piece of gravel under him.

The gravel turned into powder, and the blood that was gushing out of the throat was forcibly suppressed.

At this moment, Old Song was high in the sky, and he deliberately kept a certain distance from Ye Wuyou.

He has completely understood it.

Although Mr. Song could not detect the [Ghost] or sense the ghost hand, after several fights, he did figure out some of the tricks.

It seems that the farther the distance, the weaker the power?
Although Ye Wuyou had once before made him feel a strong sense of life and death crisis in his mind, Old Song knew that using strange power would come at a price.

Ye Wuyou can't use it a second time right now.

His Qi realm is not as good as mine, his Dharma appearance is not as good as mine, and the weirdness he controls has also been explored clearly by me.

"Xu Qingyuan, I want to see how many lives you have left!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the attack at this moment was not just from the nine-foot-tall golden body.

Two attack talismans, a jade plate, and two bluestone sculptures.

Dharma Instruments...

Old Song's eyes were clear and his expression was indifferent.

He has made the wisest decision.

The Dharmakāya Golden Body fought with the opponent at close range, while he only used his magical powers to launch long-range, almost saturation attacks, without taking any risk at all.

When Ye Wuyou dodged a magical attack, he was hit by a punch from the golden body again.

"Xu Qingyuan, even if you have mastered the art of music, how can you be my enemy with your Dharma image?"

The Qin and Sword Dharma Image was smashed to pieces by a slap from the Nine-foot Golden Body.

Ye Wuyou wiped the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be a hint of realization in his calm eyes.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Now there is finally some clue.

Dharmadhatu...

What should be your own Dharma image?
The sword is brave and the piano is hearty, the sword and piano sound in harmony.

Although he is adept at using it, it is also a twin form of Dharma that is extremely powerful and has many variations.

But after all, it is not yours.

It was just performed through the "Formless Heart Sutra", and the Dharma images were taken from Hanyue and the swordsman.

“What is my Dharma image?”

A scorching sun appeared in my mind.

Hope?
But then, Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, leaned back slightly, and leaned forward with only one arm, and his punch collided with the attacking golden body.

The sleeves, which were already tattered, were completely shattered, and the flesh and skin, which had just recovered a little, now surged like waves.

Ye Wuyou's figure flew backwards again, and his breath became weaker.

As the last of the six realms, Mr. Song's methods are obviously much more advanced than those of the others.

Even for the sake of safety, they did not participate in person, but controlled the Dharma from afar.

Ye Wuyou could feel that he was heading towards death step by step.

But his eyes became brighter.

He exhaled a breath and pointed lightly with his broken arm.

Countless ghost hands entangled the Dharma image, making it unable to move for a moment.

At the same time, he fell into [Hidden].

One ghost hand after another appeared under his feet. Ye Wuyou stepped on them and climbed to the highest sky step by step.

He finally stood above the imperial city.

"What do I want?" he asked to himself.

What does it mean that all beings have no form?

All living beings need hope because they are weak, experience difficulties and suffer setbacks.

And below the self are all living beings.

Nothing can defeat me, no difficulty can stop me.

Why pursue hope when you have never felt despair?

Why would I need something as foolish as that?

Since the scorching sun can be condensed as a Dharma image, why can't other things be condensed?

The pupil of his right eye seemed to be absent-minded at this moment, and his gaze was staring somewhere.

His eyes were blank, as if dead.

In Ye Wuyou's sight, the shadow of a second imperial city faintly appeared.

In other words, a second world emerged.

He saw very far away in an instant.

Ok?
It seems like someone is coming in from the distant horizon?
It's really strange. This part of the imperial city is clearly restricted to people who can only enter but not leave. Is there anyone stupid enough to come in?
The voice came.

"Xu Qingyuan! Do you think I can't find you?"

Old Song shouted softly, and then his Qi surged and countless magical powers spread out.

It’s just that it can’t be seen, but it still has substance.

Hearing the voice, Ye Wuyou no longer looked at the horizon, but looked at Old Song.

There was a stinging sensation in my eyes.

A trickle of blood flowed from his pupil, and the double image in Ye Wuyou's eyes seemed to disappear.

The magical power appeared in front of him, and a huge wave of thunder and lightning erupted.

Ye Wuyou's body was covered in blood, and his figure staggered backwards in the air, revealing his true form.

But he still stretched out his hand with a calm look, as if he wanted to do something.

In his sight, the dark sky and the ruins-filled ground seemed to overlap faintly.

Click, click...

There was a sound like something breaking.

This sound does not come from the outside world, but from within the body.

The sound of breaking through.

The moment Ye Wuyou realized and found his own Dharma image, the gap between the lower three realms and the middle three realms seemed to be crossed in an instant.

This might be the reason why Fang Ning, Zhou Xuanyuan, Lu Caiwei and others were able to advance to the fourth realm as soon as they stepped out of Luo River.

Because they realized themselves early on.

The sun is shining in all four realms, the Qi is endless, and the soul seems to be strong enough to leave the body!

but……

All his strength was exhausted in an instant, and Ye Wuyou's eyes were stunned.

He seemed to have absolutely no strength to display this so-called Dharma image.

Ye Wuyou frowned.

“It turns out that the blazing sun that symbolizes hope is not without power, but it is simply unable to exert its power.”

Powerful magical powers, but unable to use them.

It's like guarding a mountain of gold, but you can only watch and not use even a penny of it.

How could Ye Wuyou accept it?
When those magical powers mixed with the power of magic weapons attacked again, Ye Wuyou finally took out something.

A soul flag.

It was given to him by Lu Qingshan from a certain sect. It seemed to be a treasure accumulated by that sect over countless years. "Soul Banner? The aura in it...Xu Qingyuan, what have you done in the past six months?" Old Song showed a trace of fear in his eyes.

The Soul Flag is something that is both simple and difficult.

To put it simply and crudely, Soul Banners are closely related to killing.

And the soul flag held in Ye Wuyou's hand...

As a sect, the foundation is naturally indispensable.

It was precisely because of this that the sect was destroyed by Lu Qingshan, and it should have been so.

The magical power was barely blocked by the ghost, and Ye Wuyou's breath became even weaker.

Old Song looked gloomy as he stared at Ye Wuyou and frowned.

"You want to use this thing to become my enemy? Ha, that's ridiculous."

Ye Wuyou shook his head and looked at the Soul Banner with deep compassion.

The voice came calmly.

"Although there is no distinction between good and evil in magic, how could I possibly use such a lowly tool and magical power?"

"When I held this soul flag, I could hear the wailing and screaming for help from inside."

"After all, I am not a demon."

When Mr. Song heard this, his brows furrowed.

Given your previous actions, is it really appropriate to say that you are not a demon?

He did say a few human words before he died.

Ye Wuyou's words revealed a genuine pain that did not sound fake, and then he gently threw the soul flag out.

"burst."

The soul flag shattered in an instant.

Countless refined souls scattered in an instant, some floated in place with dazed expressions, while others fled quickly and scattered everywhere.

next moment.

Countless ghost hands grabbed all the debris without leaving a single one, and devoured them in an instant.

To outsiders, it looked as if the imprisoned souls had just escaped and then completely disappeared in agony.

The sudden scene made Old Song’s eyes widen. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Ye Wuyou, and shouted angrily.

"You are so soul-devouring, yet you still say you are not a demon!"

An immense feeling of pride suddenly emerged in Mr. Song's heart.

I am currently punishing evil, eliminating demons and defending justice!
Ye Wuyou didn’t know what the other person was thinking, he just felt extremely comfortable at the moment.

Countless years of accumulation of a sect and countless residual souls were devoured and transformed into majestic energy through the "Formless Heart Sutra" to fill the whole body.

This power transcends everything and even surpasses the remaining souls of countless Xia Anmengs.

It's like endless.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes and enjoyed it all, then spoke softly.

"How could that be? These creatures have already died. I am sending them to transcendence."

“This is a great virtue.”

Then, he said nothing more.

The overlapping shadows of heaven and earth in his eyes finally moved forward a little bit.

The aura that was about to cause Ye Wuyou to explode and die disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The only remaining broken arm was gently waved in front of the body, and the palm was calmly opened.

Then, he turned his palm over and pressed down hard.

What is Dharmadhatu.

Since the scorching sun can be condensed as a Dharma image.

Then why can't heaven and earth be the Dharma images?

This is not the real world, but it is the world that Ye Wuyou has imagined in his heart.

"The earth carries all things, the sky displays all things. We draw materials from the earth and learn from the sky," he chanted.

Dharma appears in heaven and earth.

The world turned upside down in an instant.

Those magical powers, those magical weapons, and the figure of Old Song that were coming towards him.

Disappeared without a trace in an instant.

They lost their direction and their goal.

Old Song's body kept flipping in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. Then, it seemed as if he fell from a high altitude, and fell from the ground into the air.

Within ten miles, pavilions and towers on the ground collapsed one after another, and the broken walls and ruins all floated up as if they were weightless.

Ten miles away, the sea was calm.

"Is that all?" Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

This area is not even considered an imperial city.

He walked towards Mr. Song, who was lying on the ground and being squeezed.

In Ye Wuyou's sight, heaven and earth overlapped.

And the one squeezed in the middle was Old Song’s golden body, which was still struggling to hold on.

boom.

The Dharma image was shattered.

Ye Wuyou walked over, very slowly.

He had recovered almost all of his injuries thanks to Bai Lu's life, but now all of them were manifested on Ye Wuyou again.

Every step left a faint trace of blood.

At this moment, Old Song's body was trembling. He tried to struggle to get up, but it was as if a mountain was pressing down on him and he couldn't get up no matter what.

The ghost hand pierced through his body and took out his soul.

"What kind of magical power is this?" Old Song gritted his teeth.

"Dharma image." Ye Wuyou responded calmly.

"Dharma form? Impossible, I haven't seen your Dharma form!" Old Song asked the same question as Ye Wuyou.

"The Dharmadhatu is right here." Still the same answer.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm and he didn't say anything more to him.

Without a great opportunity, even I would not be able to perform this kind of Dharma image a second time.

What kind of power is needed to freely control this Dharma image?

The upper three realms?

But in the end, Ye Wuyou seemed to have thought of something, and he asked the weak soul a question.

"Since you are going to die, do you see it?"

The spirit stared for a long time before finally speaking silently.

"You...you are not Xu Qingyuan?"

The next moment, the soul was completely devoured.

"Foolish people, only when facing death can they see the truth."

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed compassion and he stood there calmly.

At this moment, the sky is full of stars, the surroundings are silent, and there is no figure in sight.

He was about to take a step, but then he seemed to realize something.

He paused, then leaned back slightly.

The sword was silent at first, but then it emitted a loud thunder.

This is the magical move that Ye Wuyou is most familiar with.

The figure and the sword moves almost brushed past Ye Wuyou's body.

Full of murderous intent.

He looked forward, at the sword-wielding girl whose eyes had lost their former coldness and were now faintly red.

For some reason, a smile appeared on Ye Wuyou's usually calm face.

He knew that in Lu Caiwei's eyes at this moment, he was the one who killed Ye Wuyou.

But he wouldn't bother explaining anything to the other party.

Because there is no point in saying more about Xu Qingyuan's facts.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou raised his toes and gently kicked the body of Old Song in front of him.

He looked at Lu Caiwei and chuckled.

"Lu Caiwei, you want to kill me? Won't your master try to dissuade you? You should know that the person I stepped on was in the sixth realm before his death."

Lu Caiwei just raised the sword in her hand and stared at Ye Wuyou.

"You, you are in the fourth realm, I will kill you with one sword!"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment, but finally laughed.

"I think your master advised you, but it seems that you didn't listen to your master."

Ye Wuyou sighed softly, holding the black knife in one hand, his eyes showing an extremely calm expression.

"Lu Caiwei, if I were really an enemy, you would have been killed by me."

Lu Caiwei frowned, but the aura around her became increasingly powerful, gradually reaching a peak.

She spoke word by word.

"You, no, you can't kill me, I..."

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly, as if confirming what Lu Caiwei said.

The energy froze for a moment.

The next moment, the sword light was bright and the sword energy was overwhelming.

A thunderous roar erupted from within the vortex of sword energy.

Amid the sound of wind and thunder that broke the silence, the man's calm words were heard.

"I won't kill you."

"I will love you well."

(End of this chapter)