My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 249 A blind eye

Ye Wuyou was not unfamiliar with the term "blessed land", but he was not familiar with it either.

Before I started practicing cultivation, I had all kinds of fantasies about cultivation, such as the unification of the three religions and the ascension to heaven, or the monthly competitions between the masters of the blessed lands...

Later I discovered that none of these existed.

But if I remember correctly, this is the second time the narrator mentioned "Dongtian Paradise".

The first time was at Luo River.

The narrator said that the Naluo River could barely be called a blessed land thousands of years ago, but now it is just a pile of rubble.

What was said at that time? The narrator was barking at the thought of slaughtering all the living beings gathered in the imperial city and throwing them into the Luo River, so that some of its former spirituality could be revived?
The second time was inside this sacred tree.

So, the sacred tree and the Luo River are similar places to some extent?
It is a world of its own.

The only difference is that the Luo River is impossible to enter with a human body, but one can enter the sacred tree with one's own flesh and blood.

This is nothing. Those "dead" people in Luo River helped him to comprehend the Dharma, so it should be the same inside the sacred tree.

It’s really a great place.

[A good place? In an instant, the nameless fire in your heart ignited. Those beasts, those ants, had sworn to you by the Luo River, but in the end, at the most critical moment, they rode on the towering Jianmu to come to you and stabbed you in the back.]

Ye Wuyou's eyes were filled with surprise for a moment.

It's not because of the oath on Luoshui and the stabbing on Jianmu's back...

What does this have to do with me? It's just the narrator's madness.

He was just a little surprised.

Wow, this plot is actually a TV series?

So when Ye Wuyou saw the several figures splitting out from the branches of the trees and then falling to the ground, his expression was calm and he did not change his expression.

Light and shadow flowed on the lifeless figure.

Haha, look what I said?
They all displayed their Dharma images.

A radiance emanated from the Dharma image, and supernatural powers burst forth.

The cliff where Ye Wuyou was standing was suddenly cut off from its peak.

Ripples flickered, and Ye Wuyou's figure stepped out and stood on another cliff.

"I just overthink it."

Looking intently, those figures all had dull and lifeless faces, and their clothes were all tattered.

But through their ragged clothes, the similar style made Ye Wuyou know where these people came from.

The dead of the Lu family over the past thousand years.

This is not difficult to guess. In a thousand-year-old family, people come and go, and as time passes, how many people in this huge family have passed away?

The cemetery they were in before was just a corner of the many cemeteries of the Lu family, and it was presumably the cemeteries for those Lu family members who had passed away in the last hundred years or so.

But even in those graves, many bodies were missing.

Some of the "dead" turned into the will of the sacred tree and returned to the Lu family to live, just like Lu Qingshan's biological mother Lu Shuang.

And were more of the "dead" dragged out of the graves by the sacred tree and pulled into the interior of the sacred tree?

Ye Wuyou stood on the top of the mountain at this moment, his aura slightly floating, and his eyes swept over those "corpses" which were actually not too powerful.

he said to himself.

"No wonder you specifically said not to leave your body. Are you afraid that it will be dragged away by this sacred tree? If I see you, will I be reluctant to kill you?"

joke.

The inheritance of the Tianyan lineage is to kill the master to prove the truth.

When those figures looked towards Ye Wuyou's direction again and displayed their magical powers, faint ripples appeared beside them.

This world is much larger than Linlang Island, and the divine art of shrinking the earth into an inch can play its role perfectly.

Ye Wuyou's figure disappeared from the cliff, crossed countless distances, crossed the river, and came to the island surrounded by mountains and waters.

A dark blue figure emerged behind him, and the ghost hands separated again and again. Along with the powerful sword aura, the wind and thunder rose, and the corpses instantly disappeared.

Then the towering tree stood in front of Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou looked up and stared.

"That's all?"

If that were the case, how could Lu Qingshan not be able to do all this?

Lu Qingshan's parents died because of the sacred tree. The words he left behind were also intended to destroy the sacred tree, but he failed to do so in the end.

Oh, right, the mark of the sacred tree.

Ye Wuyou was not affected.

But as long as the others step inside, they will be branded and influenced by the sacred tree, and naturally develop an intimacy with the sacred tree that cannot be ignored?
Dog narrator, what should I do now?
[You simply thought about it for a moment, and realized that this thing has grown for thousands of years, so how can you destroy it so easily?]

Ye Wuyou nodded, he also felt it was inappropriate to destroy it.

Lu Chen's words gave him inspiration. If he could correct everything about Shenmu and change the "blessing" of Shenmu that determined the fate of others, this might be the most perfect result.

[We should make the best use of everything. After cutting down this tree, save it as firewood. In the severe winter, light it under the Huanxi bed and use the sacred tree to keep warm. During the dual cultivation, the sacred tree will nourish you and increase the efficacy.] Ah? It's a waste.

[Wood produces fire, and this wood is ignited to strengthen yang]

Who cares about this?

The thought lasted only a moment. Just as Ye Wuyou was thinking about how to follow the narration's instructions and chop down the endless sacred tree by himself with the knife in his hand to use as firewood.

A feeling of being watched emerged from above my head.

There was no need for the narrator to remind her; the feeling of being watched was extremely strong.

Ye Wuyou looked up immediately, but saw only dense leaves swaying gently.

The right eye flashed scarlet light.

No matter how many leaves there are, how can they block Ye Wuyou's sight?
But then, his rather spiritual right eyeball suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he immediately closed his eye.

"ban……"

The voice came from above the sacred tree, from the top corner of the sacred tree, and spread in all directions.

Is there someone inside this sacred tree?

Ye Wuyou's body stiffened slightly because of the stinging pain. When he opened his right eye again, he could see nothing.

He put his hand over his right eye, and stabbed his eyeball with his fingertips, feeling that there was no cover on it.

No, it's not that I can't see anything.

Instead, you can only see a leaf.

One leaf blinds the eyes.

The trees opened up branches and buds, on which fruits grew one after another.

"pat, pat..."

The white fruits fell to the ground one by one, revealing human figures inside.

Dozens of fruits represent dozens of human figures.

Unlike the previous figures, these people's faces were obviously older, and the aura emanating from their bodies was far more powerful than before.

Among the crowd, Ye Wuyou also saw a figure with a face that was 70% familiar.

This, Lu Qingshan...his father?

Without any hesitation, the sword rose up and turned into a huge vortex with wind and thunder, which exploded above the island.

The dead are dead.

No matter how real it is, it is ultimately just an illusion unless you are willing to deceive yourself.

Ye Wuyou might have been hesitant about other things, but he was surprisingly clear on this point.

Not to mention Lu Qingshan’s father, even if Lu Qingshan was in front of him, Ye Wuyou would never hesitate for a moment.

The ghost's figure flickered slightly, but ultimately it was unable to move its ghost hand again.

Ye Wuyou's heart sank.

The sacred tree can suppress weirdness... The ghost's power was sealed once again, and even his right eye was affected.

The two figures were destroyed by the huge vortex of sword energy before they could even perform their moves.

But the remaining people reacted extremely quickly. Their figures flashed and they separated into four directions, using mixed magical powers.

The aura of these figures were all at the fifth realm, but their eyes were dead and confused, just like the figures in Luo River, without any consciousness at all.

Being unconscious actually means many things.

It’s not that Ye Wuyou is overconfident, but even if he can’t use the [Ghost], these people are not a concern for him.

Ye Wuyou didn't even look at the others. Ripples flashed under his feet, and he used the skill of shrinking the ground into an inch to avoid the rest of the magical powers.

In a flash, he came in front of the figure who was vaguely Lu Qingshan's father.

The black knife in his hand burst into brilliant light, and the energy turned into white light flashing on the blade.

But he cut off his head.

He groaned softly.

"You were bullied in life, and you won't be at peace after death. I'll send you off."

The dead eyes of Lu Qingshan's father suddenly flickered for a moment.

"How is my child Qingshan?" The voice reached Ye Wuyou's ears.

The powerful blade paused for a moment.

But then he continued to chop down.

The next moment, the male figure who looked 70% similar to Lu Qingshan attacked boldly.

His two fists, filled with energy, stabbed straight into Ye Wuyou's chest.

(End of this chapter)