My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 254 If there is only one color between heaven and earth

The ripples of the Shinto technique of shrinking the earth into an inch appeared on a cliff.

Ye Wuyou’s figure stepped out from inside.

Even though we were countless distances apart, the wood spirit's angry roar still echoed in my ears.

"Why!"

Ye Wuyou looked towards the top of the sacred tree in the distance, his eyes filled with deep compassion.

"A mere piece of firewood is naturally incapable of understanding the mystery of the formless." Ye Wuyou whispered to himself.

He had just escaped from his predicament and emerged as a butterfly, but he was still unable to compete with the wood spirit.

The white bones of his left arm were exposed, but he had just brushed past the other person and had a slight contact with him.

The enormous pressure almost destroyed Ye Wuyou.

A dead body cannot feel pain.

Apart from the pleasure, Ye Wuyou no longer has any sense of touch on his body.

This injury is not fatal to the fifth level of supernatural powers.

But at this moment, a tingling sensation came from the wound on his arm.

White liquid mixed with bright red blood slowly flowed out from the broken wound.

It's like a bright red thread among the white liquid.

Not only that, even after getting rid of the white cocoon, white liquid continued to overflow from Ye Wuyou's skin.

This is the sap of the tree.

This is also what Mu Ling said, the side effect of the Tao Fruit.

This is of course false.

Its real purpose is to refine Ye Wuyou into the strongest and most special divine tree puppet here.

The dead wrapped in white wooden cocoons, like the group of people including Lu Qingshan’s father, were created by the fusion of this liquid and corpses.

These fluids revitalize the corpse, making it full of life, and eventually making it indistinguishable from an ordinary human being.

A part of them were infused with will by the sacred tree and sent back to the Lu family, living a normal life like before.

Just like Lu Qingshan’s mother Lu Shuang, if Ye Wuyou had not known in advance that Lu Shuang was dead, he would not have been able to tell.

The original owner's body was repaired by these liquids and perfectly integrated with the will of the sacred tree, just like... taking over another's body.

The white liquid from the wound seemed to overflow less, and the broken wound was repaired bit by bit.

It's not entirely the effect of [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood].

The liquid that rejuvenates the corpse is now flowing on Ye Wuyou's body, in every pore and every corner.

The transition between life and death seemed to be restored little by little.

Ye Wuyou looked quietly at everything that was happening to him, then smiled faintly.

"The sacred tree? How could it be like the milk tree I saw when I was a child? I ended up burning it as firewood. Now it's quite interesting to think about it."

Ok?
Childhood?

There was a moment of confusion in Ye Wuyou's eyes, which usually showed no sadness or joy, but then he returned to normal.

The pale and lifeless skin on his body began to glow with a faint luster bit by bit.

Perhaps in a short time, his dead body will be able to recover to that of a normal person.

Which is a good thing.

His corpse-like body made him feel insensitive and lifeless, and he would not die even if he was cut in half. He was even more fearless when fighting with others.

But the five realms of great supernatural power are like this. As long as the soul is immortal, there is no death. It’s just that others don’t have Ye Wuyou’s talent for [rebirth of flesh and blood].

As for wanting to become a "zombie" again.

Whenever he is fighting against an enemy, he can just practice the skills that Luo Yue gave him.

"You're not going to chase me?"

His thoughts were suppressed, Ye Wuyou gently shook his arm, whose injury had now completely recovered, and looked into the distance.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why didn’t the wood spirit chase after us?

The Dao Fruit is gone, so it shouldn't need to guard anything anymore.

Oh, by the way, judging from the treetops earlier, there should have been two Dao fruits, but there is still one...

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and gently touched his right eye with his fingertips.

The right eye that used to be lively was now dead silent and unresponsive, allowing itself to be exploited.

Ye Wuyou used [Forget] to erase all its consciousness of its former "fox demon".

Weird things can devour each other.

Starting from the initial ghost painting, then to the underground palace, and then to the location of the Pen Fairy.

Ye Wuyou's right eye has swallowed up a lot of strange things.

Now add the fruit.

"Is it silent? When it recovers, will it be the new avenue of life that I nurture?"

The little monk who swallowed countless strange things in the underground palace is the road to rebirth.

The wood spirit never chased after him, and it no longer raised any angry questions. Even though there was a huge distance between them, its gaze still followed Ye Wuyou like a shadow.

It seemed that for some reason, the wood spirit could not move away from the sacred tree at all.

But that doesn't mean it won't take action.

One after another, white fruits fell from the branches.

pat, pat...

At first the sound of falling was intermittent and not continuous, but then the sound became more frequent.

Countless figures fell like rain.

Dense figures appeared on the island, their faces were deathly silent, but countless eyes were looking at Ye Wuyou.

The aura of those figures was not as strong as the previous ones, but their numbers were large, and among them there were nearly a hundred people with the aura of the middle three realms.

The next moment, those figures leaped up like locusts, crossed the river and came to the cliff.

Some people still have white cocoon shells left on their bodies.

Human figures surrounded the cliff where Ye Wuyou was.

Ripples flickered under his feet, and Ye Wuyou moved to another cliff.

Those countless figures followed closely, ignoring the level of cultivation. Even those who were not in the middle three levels could still fly in the air.

Thousands of figures were staring at them with strange looks in their eyes. An ordinary person would probably feel uneasy if being stared at like this.

"You...can't escape." Mu Ling's voice echoed in the valley.

But Ye Wuyou seemed to have discovered something. He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking happily at the figure above the treetops in the distance and smiled happily.

"I don't know why, but..."

"It turns out you really can't get out."

Then, Ye Wuyou gently pointed.

But the dark blue figure behind him just trembled slightly and there was no movement.

[Ghost] is still sealed, and the sacred tree suppresses the strange power.

So Ye Wuyou raised the knife in his hand.

Daoguo is indeed a good thing. The white liquid is still flowing on Ye Wuyou's body. Although it looks a bit sticky and disgusting, the nutrients contained in the liquid are extremely real.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" was running rapidly in his body. Even though there was no soul for Ye Wuyou to devour, the energy at this moment seemed endless.

Ye Wuyou lightly slashed at the silent crowd.

The sword rises with wind and thunder.

A vortex of energy that was several times more powerful than any other time suddenly arose on the cliff.

Looking at the deep groove cut by the blade, Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of realization appeared in his eyes.

Cave heaven and blessed land.

The world created by the sacred tree seems to have a certain aura more than the world outside, or it can be said that it is a bit richer.

He was once in the strange realm of [Identity Replacement], trapped in a world of memories, and experienced a battle in the Six Realms of Heavenly Power.

Compared to the fifth realm and even below the fifth realm, they are still struggling to squeeze their own Qi.

The Six Realms are able to call upon certain forces between heaven and earth.

Then why can I call upon it now? Is it because there is too much energy in this world?

Even though he didn't have the power of the [Ghost], Ye Wuyou still looked calm.

Human figures kept coming, they had no mind and no emotions.

Some figures are flying in the air at this moment, shining with magical powers.

More figures continued to climb up the cliff, then staggered towards him with their hands outstretched.

Ye Wuyou’s answer was exactly the same.

The sword rises with wind and thunder.

One, two, three.

The image of the zither and sword appeared behind him, and the killing move of the sound path also reappeared.

This is the harmony of Ye Wuyou's piano and sword today.

The white liquid no longer flowed out of Ye Wuyou's body, but was completely absorbed by the "Formless Heart Sutra" in an instant, transforming into the most abundant qi to feed back into the whole body.

The figures in the front all disappeared under the vortex of energy.

But after all, there were thousands of figures, and at this moment, they continued to attack Ye Wuyou one after another.

"You...you evil villain, you are so hateful. This is the power bestowed upon you by my Lord." Mu Ling's words resounded throughout the world.

Hearing this, Ye Wuyou's eyes glowed with a certain brilliance.

He responded calmly.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not a power you created."

As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand and spread out his palm, as if he was going to hold something up.

The image of the zither and sword suddenly disappeared.

The world in my eyes seemed to be turned upside down, and double images appeared.

A strange feeling appeared in the heart of Mu Ling, who was countless distance away.

The blue-gray figure suddenly trembled.

What is that? What kind of magical skill is that?
Why does a familiar feeling come to my mind?
But he is a wood spirit, born here and has stayed here ever since.

----

With a staggering figure, Ye Wuyou finally put down his hands and suppressed the surging energy in his body.

Even though the power of the fruit melted into his body, it provided him with a constant supply of nutrients.

But it is still far from enough to display this kind of magical power.

The consequence of forcibly performing the exercise is that the power of the fruit will be completely dissipated, and there will be no trace of one's own Qi left, and as a result, one will not be able to perform the magical powers.

Unless there are tens of thousands more souls for Ye Wuyou to devour, or unless he enters the seventh realm, he will be able to display this Dharma Realm.

Giving up on using his magical powers, Ye Wuyou looked at the crowd that kept attacking him, and then took a step forward.

But he fell straight off the cliff.

Thousands of figures followed closely behind.

Huge vortexes of energy continued to emerge, and sword lights surged among the crowd.

It seems that Ye Wuyou is alone in defeating a thousand enemies, but in fact, countless magical powers are falling on Ye Wuyou like rain.

Even with the strong energy protecting his body and the Dharma images surrounding him, it still couldn't block everything.

Compared to the protection of [Ghost], it is really weak.

Soon, scars of varying sizes appeared on his body.

However, those scars were being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye by the overflowing white liquid and [Regeneration of Flesh and Blood].

The distant sacred tree trembled suddenly!
In the outside world, on Linlang Island, in all the cemeteries of the Lu family, the coffins were broken by countless roots, and then the corpses were pulled out of the coffins and dragged underground in an instant.

In just a moment, the sacred tree produced countless white fruits, which transformed into hundreds of human figures and attacked Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed neither sadness nor joy as he felt his body becoming more and more energetic, and felt the scars on it, and the blood that was spilling out.

Pain, tingling, and burning sensations spread throughout his heart.

"It's been a long time since I felt this kind of pain." Ye Wuyou chanted to himself.

But there was no anger in his expression.

Instead, he revealed a faint smile of satisfaction.

This is the battle.

But looking at the crowds that continued to come, Ye Wuyou finally sighed softly.

There are also people with great supernatural powers among the crowd. There are not many who are in the fifth realm, but there are also three guys who were suspected to be in the sixth realm when they were alive.

The three figures were hovering in the sky at this moment, constantly displaying their magical powers. Every time this happened, Ye Wuyou could only avoid them.

Fortunately, the three figures were not from the living, but from the Six Realms who had already died, and they had no consciousness, so naturally they had no order.

Compared with the pressure Lu Chen gave to himself, it was much weaker.

A magical power exploded at Ye Wuyou's shoulder, and then the energy took shape, and countless tiny and dense needles penetrated into Ye Wuyou's body.

Blood mixed with white liquid continued to overflow.

Ye Wuyou's face became paler and his breath became weaker than before, but he still didn't care about it.

"It's just a minor injury."

His figure moved among the crowd, and although the sword was extremely powerful, it was ultimately impossible to kill so many people here with one sword.

I need a magical power with a wider range of coverage, preferably one that can rival the Six Realms...

Have it.

With a flick of his toes, Ye Wuyou left the crowd, his steps tapping in the air as lightly as a swallow. Then, according to his memory, he formed an ancient seal with his hands.

He had personally come into contact with and experienced supernatural powers that rivaled those of the Six Realms.

That magical power came from the peak master who practiced the Yin-Yang Dao of Hehuan in the memory world.

The cicada will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes?
Ye Wuyou had used this magical power against Luo Qinghan before, but this was not the peak master's strongest method.

Because his magical power is somewhat special.

Cannot be used on women.

But the damage is twice as bad for men.

Ye Wuyou looked at the nearly a thousand dead people controlled by the sacred tree, half of them were men and half were women.

The seal was completed, and Ye Wuyou recited it softly.

“If there was only one color between heaven and earth.”

"Then it must be the male killer."

[The ultimate killer move of Yin-Yang Harmony - Killing the male sex]

It is said that a certain master of Hehuan once realized in his mind that if he killed all other men in the world, wouldn’t he be the only one who could enjoy Hehuan in the world?
This magical power consumed nearly 80% of Ye Wuyou's energy.

The result was that all the male practitioners here fell down.

What was left was only half of the human figure.

All are women.

"The cicada will not stop spinning silk until it dies..." Ye Wuyou's voice trembled as he forced himself to activate this magical power.

However, there came a figure of a woman in the fifth realm directly, with a burly figure. She looked like a female cultivator in the fifth realm who was practicing body cultivation when she was alive.

At this moment, it was like a mountain falling directly on Ye Wuyou, smashing him deeply into the ground and leaving a huge pit.

Immediately, countless female figures all rushed towards Ye Wuyou who was in the pit.

The magic power is brilliant, punching, kicking, biting and slapping...

The figures were piled up, and Ye Wuyou was pressed at the bottom, struggling constantly.

After a while.

"The candle burns down to ashes before the tears dry up..." a faint voice came.

The illusory red candle fell down and ignited everything.

The energy burst out, and countless women's figures were all lifted up, revealing the figure of Ye Wuyou inside.

He stood in the sunken ground, covered in scars and with white scalds all over his body, dripping down.

Ye Wuyou was almost beaten to death.

But he looked at the women who were knocked away by him, and his expression remained calm.

"Vulnerable."

(End of this chapter)