My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 218 The candle burns out and the tears dry up

Thousands of miles are frozen, and thousands of miles are snow drifting.

Hail was falling from the sky at this moment.

On the ground, many disciples from the Purple Bamboo Peak who had just been fighting each other were now walking together with the disciples from the Goddess Peak.

"Junior sister, it's hailing and it's too cold outside. I'll take you back to rest."

"That's not good. Our peak master is still fighting with your peak master."

"You are wrong. Although we just met, in my eyes, you are more important than our peak master. How could I let you catch a cold?"

"Brother, what you said is very cold, colder than hail."

"Haha, is that so? By the way, what's your name, Junior Sister?"

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Ye Wuyou was in a miserable state at this moment, and had been retreating again and again.

The sky around was already full of frost.

After only a few rounds of fighting, he was already at a complete disadvantage.

His eyes were a little gloomy. He tried his best to dodge the ice blade attacking from the side, and was then slapped against the cliff by a gust of air.

In this world of memories, there is no [Ghost], no Formless Heart Sutra, and he is even unable to use his own [Dharma Form]. Ye Wuyou's shortcomings are finally exposed.

Depend on!
How do you perform the Sword that Raises Wind and Thunder?

How to use Canglong Chushui?
Why are the qi and meridians completely different?

Mystical moves have to be paired with specific techniques, and sword cultivators are basically just sword cultivators.

Ye Wuyou was once able to understand everything through the "Formless Heart Sutra", which was actually a very strange thing in the eyes of the world.

But not in this place.

Compared with Luo Qinghan, he is undoubtedly much stronger.

Her original realm was the sixth realm. Although her current cultivation method was different, she had spent ten days longer than Ye Wuyou to integrate these memories, so she was naturally much more proficient.

"Why, that's not enough?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"You seem a little helpless. Why are you fighting the enemy only with your Qi? Could it be that you don't know how to use the skills and supernatural powers that come with your status?" Luo Qinghan chuckled.

Then, another ten-foot-tall iceberg condensed and suddenly smashed towards Ye Wuyou.

The magical power of this identity...

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth. Of course he could use the peak master's moves.

"I really don't want to use it... This skill in my memory is really..."

Ye Wuyou dodged to the side, and then his Qi circulated through his meridians according to his martial arts technique, and he displayed his magical powers.

He made strange seals with his hands, and the energy flowed, attracting clouds in all directions.

Luo Qinghan's eyes were calm, and he seemed to be letting Ye Wuyou display his magical powers.

Every battle between the six realms of Tianquan is invaluable.

In this world of memories, even if you fight to death, it actually doesn't matter and it won't cause any loss to yourself.

Ordinary illusions cannot achieve this, only in this mysterious realm can it be so real.

This is an extremely rare thing.

Both sides understand this.

Ye Wuyou spoke with a hint of solemnity.

“A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies!”

In an instant, the clouds and mists swirling around suddenly became silent, and then countless pervasive auras, along with a certain breath between heaven and earth, transformed into countless tiny threads.

Before this, it was completely unnoticeable.

Luo Qinghan's body stiffened slightly at this moment, as if being pulled by something.

Countless dense silk threads bound her body tightly from all directions.

She tried to break free, but then her eyes flashed with surprise for a moment, it wasn't that easy.

When the silk thread breaks, new silk threads will be used to tie the body.

Hands, legs, feet, waist, chest, neck, hair...

It's as if to strangle someone alive.

This is the meaning of the silkworm's death.

Luo Qinghan didn't care and chuckled.

"Why, do you think I'm afraid of being entangled?"

Ye Wuyou did not respond. He made hand seals for a long time and finally spoke in a serious tone.

"The candle burns out before the tears dry up!"

At this moment, countless red candles quietly appeared in the sky and appeared beside Luo Qinghan.

The candle was lit, but it was a flame completely different from ordinary candles.

The brightness and heat of the flames were like a volcanic eruption.

These candle flames are like countless small volcanoes.

The long red candle burned out in an instant and turned into ashes. Countless bright red candle liquid flowed and turned into hot magma, spreading along the silk thread to the bound woman. Drop by drop.

Red candles flow down.

This is like the candle burning out and the tears drying up.

Fire can overcome ice, but at this moment, the frost condensed on the opponent's body overshadowed the flames.

Words of indifference and disdain came, even with a hint of contempt.

"Such a despicable method is really disgusting."

Ye Wuyou was so angry that he was instantly furious!

"This is not my magical power! It belongs to the master of this peak!"

"It's not mine!" he shouted again.

Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth and felt very aggrieved to be honest.

It’s not because of anything else, it’s because the peak master, the master of Zizhu Peak, is practicing the great art of dual cultivation of Yin and Yang.

All supernatural powers are derived from the principle of dual cultivation of yin and yang.

So this peak master has nine Taoist companions.

Therefore, Ye Wuyou would rather be beaten than use the peak master's magical skills.

It's so embarrassing.

Extremely powerful magical moves keep coming.

There were bursts of roars coming from between the clouds.

Ye Wuyou couldn't stop breathing heavily at this moment, his eyes fixed on Luo Qinghan, who was still calm and composed, standing there and looking down at him.

There was a faint smile on that beautiful face.

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze.

He was indeed no match for Luo Qinghan.

Whether in reality or in this world of memory.

At least not now.

Despite this, he gained a lot from this battle, as he learned that this is how the Six Realms of Heavenly Power fight.

But is it going to end now?
The roaring stopped.

At this moment, a tired voice suddenly came from the Shenhong Peak in the clouds.

"Two Peak Masters, please stop fighting."

Who?
Ye Wuyou and Luo Qinghan looked towards the mountains at the same time.

At this moment, a person walked out of the main building that originally belonged to the sect master.

Or rather, it is the remnant soul of a woman...

Ye Wuyou took a closer look unexpectedly and found that it was not the familiar guy.

"I already know what the two peak masters want. It's my fault. I was greedy for power and concealed it all."

"Master, he is actually already dead."

"All the orders within the sect over the years were actually issued by me on behalf of the sect master, so I never showed up."

The voice of the woman's remaining soul revealed fatigue and guilt.

What do you mean?
"The sect leader is dead?" Ye Wuyou was slightly surprised.

Wasn’t it said that the sect leader was at the seventh realm? How did he die?

"Who are you? What's going on now?" Luo Qinghan frowned slightly at this moment.

This is a remnant soul of the sixth realm.

The remnant soul spoke softly at this moment and explained.

"I am the sect master's former companion. The two peak masters are both rising stars, so naturally they don't know me."

Before Ye Wuyou could speak, Luo Qinghan asked hurriedly.

"The sect master is dead? What realm was he in originally?"

Luo Qinghan was afraid that after all his hard work, it would turn out that the sect master was not even in the upper third realm, and everything he was pursuing would be a futile joke.

"The master of the sect was naturally in the seventh realm when he was alive. However, not long after he broke through the realm, he met with an accident and died."

Can the Seventh Realm encounter an accident? Death?
Shouldn't the Seventh Realm let others die?
Ye Wuyou vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but he didn't have time to think about it right now.

The remnant soul spoke softly at this moment.

"The two peak masters should stop fighting. Now all we need to do is elect a new sect leader..."

Luo Qinghan frowned at this moment.

"Since the sect master is dead, I am now the strongest here, so I will be the sect master."

The remnant soul hesitated for a moment and said.

"The sect is the life's work of the master. In the end, he used the Seven Realms Dao Rhythm to leave a will to select the sect leader..."

"It's not about who is stronger or weaker."

(End of this chapter)