My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 256 Who is the Wood Spirit?

The sky, which should have been blue, was now tinged with a light blue hue.

In May, although Linlang Island was suspended high in the sky and was not hot due to the strong winds in the past, it was like a severe winter at this moment. A layer of light frost suddenly covered the island for no reason.

Lu Chen stared at the scene in front of him in amazement.

The magical powers he displayed caused mountains to collapse and the earth to split, and the sea to become boundless.

The great supernatural power was displayed by him, changing from illusory to solid, but in the final analysis, it was just a supernatural power and not the real thing.

Dharmakāya is Dharmakāya, no matter how real it is, it is still Dharmakāya. It is not that Lu Chen can really create mountains and seas out of thin air.

The mountains are not mountains, the sea is not the sea.

And now...

The mountain Dharma phase turned into a vast white snow-capped mountain, and the huge waves condensed into ice crystals. Even though he no longer used his magical powers, they still hovered in the air and did not dissipate.

The seventh realm magical power that could easily destroy everything disappeared in the ice and frost and in the incredible eyes of the Lu family ancestor.

Luo Qinghan's aura was a little scattered, and he stood there with a frosty face, but the look in his eyes became sharper and brighter, as if he had confirmed something.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can you resist the mystery of the Seven Realms?"

"It's just luck. If it happens again, how are you going to handle it? The sacred tree, the sacred tree helps!"

The Lu family ancestor roared hoarsely.

There was a hint of gloom in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

I have now completely confirmed the path to the seventh realm, but I am not in the seventh realm after all.

But now... is the other party really infinite and can use the sacred tree to display magical powers beyond his own limits?
If the ancestor of the Lu family had this kind of ability, he could almost be considered as being in the seventh realm. Why hasn't there been any news about him before?

"The sacred tree is helping you! Why isn't it helping you? Do you want me to chop you with my sword?"

However, as the Lu family ancestor spoke, no response came.

In other words, there was a reaction, but it was a bit strange.

Suddenly, a dull roar was heard on Linlang Island.

The towering giant tree that had occupied Lujia Linlang Island for a thousand years, at this moment, with its trunk that required dozens of people to surround, was emitting bursts of thunder-like sounds.

Then there was a dull roar like thunder, which gradually turned into a series of harsh friction and squeezing sounds, like the sound of human bones being twisted and broken bit by bit.

The sound came from inside the sacred tree.

Everyone present was aware of this.

What happened in the sacred tree?
"Is that guy still alive?" Lu Chen was surprised.

But compared to his surprise, some people noticed more changes.

Lu Zhaolin was trying hard to bite the frozen watermelon in his hand, his eyes were slightly surprised.

His weirdness has not been banned?
One ghost after another will appear around.

Luo Qinghan landed lightly on the dusty ground and walked barefoot, but he was not stained with a trace of dust, as if something separated everything.

The ban has been lifted.

"The ban has been lifted... so what? You can't kill me... I am the ancestor of the Lu family, Lu Chen."

The Lu family's ancestor remained calm and laughed out loud.

But the laughter suddenly stopped as the pupils contracted.

…………

What happened inside the sacred tree?

The world inside the sacred tree is just like the Luo River, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a paradise on earth, and a blessed land.

But now?

Ye Wuyou looked at all this quietly, looking at the inky black sky.

"My luck isn't too bad." Ye Wuyou said to himself.

[Ghost Gate Coffin] is not under his control.

Lu Qingshan once said that this item can be used once after the ban is lifted.

However, it is impossible to predict who this thing will seal. It depends purely on luck. And because it is so strange, Tian Yan cannot predict it.

There are only three possibilities.

1. Throw it out and seal yourself first, then make your enemies laugh to death.

Second, throw it out to block the enemy and make yourself laugh to death.

Third, if we block them together, we will all cry.

Ye Wuyou’s luck was not very good, but this time, it was not the worst.

Otherwise, the wood spirit would really laugh to death.

They were sealed together.

The sky seemed like a magnificent painting, but half of this exquisite picture had turned pitch black, as if ink had been accidentally spilled into it and contaminated the painting.

[Ghost Gate Coffin] is like this.

At that time, countless distances around the Great Yan Imperial City were covered by the strange door coffin, which allowed people to enter but not exit.

At that time, Ye Wuyou did not understand what the "strange domain" was, but after seeing the Guiyuan Sect created by [Identity Replacement], he realized that the strange door coffin seemed to be a strange domain.

It's not just a simple ban.

There is more to the strange realm than this. As time goes by, more strange things will appear.

This time may be a few days, a few months, or a few years...

However, the [Ghost Gate Coffin] had just been separated from Zhang Shixuan at that time, and everything it created was just a seal, and it was captured back within a day.

Ye Wuyou looked at the cliff where he was standing.

It was no longer a cliff, but a dark muddy ground.

There seemed to be something churning beneath the mud... but it could never break through the mud and come out.

"Is this the existence that was previously imprisoned in the Guimen Coffin?" Ye Wuyou's expression was indifferent and disdainful.

The ink stain in the sky is expanding.

Until it swallowed up all the mountains in the area, polluted the rivers, and finally came to the island where the sacred tree was.

Mu Ling stood up from his cross-legged position.

The ink could not move forward even a little bit.

The power of the Guimen Coffin was suppressed a little.

Ye Wuyou showed surprise in his eyes and spoke softly with doubt.

"I have three remains on me now. Including the three that are out of my control, there are six in total..."

"Could it be that five is not your limit? Did you suppress other debris?"

The sacred tree can suppress weirdness, but it also has a time limit, a limit, and even a price.

[Ghost][Forgotten][Right Eyeball][Thousands of People, Thousands of Faces][Key][Ghostly Coffin]

In the inner world constructed by this sacred tree, anything weird will be suppressed, as if it is some kind of instinct of the sacred tree.

As long as there is any sign of weirdness, the sacred tree will suppress it.

Ye Wuyou had tested it bit by bit before, and when he took out the [key], he was no longer suppressed.

The [Ghost Gate Coffin] was taken out by him last.

So he speculated that the limit of the sacred tree was five? In other words, the sacred tree could only suppress four weirdnesses unconditionally?
But now... something is wrong, why?
Ye Wuyou didn't know that in the outside world, the power of the sacred tree was borrowed to suppress the four strange creatures.

Therefore, the limit of the sacred tree in front of us is to suppress eight monsters at the same time within a certain period of time.

And now, the power from the outside world has been taken back by the sacred tree.

The dark ink spot still exists, and the strange coffin covers most of the sky, leaving only a little clarity above the island.

The black fog was all around, but Qingming never dissipated.

But there was no black fog either.

The influence of the Guimen Coffin still exists.

Because this is a completely "wild" wreckage that is out of human control, it is much more terrifying than the "ghost" on Ye Wuyou's body now.

Even though the sacred tree suppressed the [Ghost Gate Coffin] at this moment, it could not eliminate the influence it brought.

Because this world is fictional and does not really exist.

Mu Ling's voice came with undisguised anger. "You, you know what you did!"

"You have destroyed a paradise that took thousands of years to build!"

Ye Wuyou spread his hands and chuckled.

"Is it my fault? You were the one who wouldn't let me leave in the first place."

Ok?
Something touched me.

Ye Wuyou looked into the dark mud under his feet, and saw a dark hand reaching out.

The palm is spread out, as if wanting to grab me, or perhaps shake hands with me.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Wuyou stomped heavily, crushing the dark hand into mud.

"You are unforgivable, unforgivable..." Mu Ling spoke with anger.

Ye Wuyou didn't pay any attention to Mu Ling's words. He looked around, but could not find any trace of the [Ghost Door Coffin].

It is now completely out of Ye Wuyou's control and hidden in the dark world.

To be honest, Ye Wuyou was really curious.

"You're so angry now, why are you still as calm as a mountain and refuse to move even a step?" He chuckled.

The wood spirit gave him the feeling of an irresistible existence. If the other party was willing to leave the tree canopy, it could easily defeat him.

Mu Ling was silent for a while, and then spoke with suppressed anger.

"Go find that thing. It's been suppressed by me. Find it and take it away. I will let you go."

"I said, I'm not leaving."

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

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

"What to do... I don't know."

"At first, I wanted to help my cheap master destroy your sacred tree, but later I felt it was too much of a pity. The sacred tree is just a tree, and there is nothing wrong with trees. As long as I destroy your wood spirit, it will be fine. No matter what happens in the end, my master is dead anyway."

"But now..." Ye Wuyou paused slightly, then spoke again.

"Although the voice in my head has disappeared, I just want to chop you up and use you as firewood..."

The wood spirit's words were cold, and its footsteps seemed to move slightly.

"Just you..."

Ye Wuyou held his forehead with one hand, his brows furrowed, and endless complex emotions flashed in his eyes, which eventually turned into a smile.

"I have chopped down five trees stronger than yours. If this is all you have..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The figure of the wood spirit has disappeared above the tree canopy.

That speed was faster than the divine technique of shrinking the earth into an inch. Mu Ling appeared in front of Ye Wuyou in the blink of an eye.

The wood spirit, as tall as a giant, stood in front of Ye Wuyou.

There was still a faint smile on Ye Wuyou's face, but his chest had been pierced, and the blue-gray arm pierced through Ye Wuyou's body.

The "body" that had already recovered most of its vitality was now gushing out bright red blood and thick white liquid.

The wood spirit seemed to be extremely angry. It stared at Ye Wuyou, wanting to crush him to pieces.

But looking at the white mucus coming out of Ye Wuyou's body, especially his chest, he glanced at the dark sky around him.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally didn't do it.

The sunk costs are too high...

This guy swallowed the Tao fruit, and all the essence is in his body. It would be a waste to crush him.

Mu Ling dragged Ye Wuyou with one hand, and then his figure flashed and returned to the tree canopy.

Looking at the peaceful treetops around him, Mu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the time was short and nothing happened..." Mu Ling whispered to herself.

But a faint voice came from beside him.

"You, why are you all faded?"

fade?

Mu Ling frowned slightly, but then his body froze in place.

There is no way to describe what happened at this moment.

The blue-gray figure is now "fading" little by little.

The green color that symbolized vitality gradually dissipated and was absorbed by the branches nearby, revealing the gray color inside.

And the gray is gradually fading away.

The cyan color represents the green leaves, and the gray represents the trunk.

Countless branches of the sacred trees extended over at this moment, surrounding the body of the wood spirit layer by layer, binding it tightly.

"Why... I am a wood spirit!" The wood spirit felt his body dissipating bit by bit and let out an unbelievable roar.

Ye Wuyou, who was hanging on the tree, was watching all this with blood and white liquid oozing from his chest.

A voice answered its doubts.

"Now you're not."

"I'm the."

The voice sounded old, but also had a hint of...humanity.

On the trunk of the sacred tree, a human figure slowly emerged from inside.

The same blue-gray color, with a body made up of tree trunks, but not as huge as that one, but the size of an ordinary person.

Ye Wuyou had seen that old face.

"The ancestor of the Lu family?" Ye Wuyou sneered.

That appearance is exactly the same as the ancestor of the Lu family.

But compared to the lewd old ancestor in the outside world, the man in front of him...

To put it nicely, his expression is simple and ancient, with a serious and solemn look.

To put it bluntly, it's a stereotyped face of an old-fashioned person.

There was madness in Mu Ling's eyes, but his voice gradually became smaller.

"You...you are really still alive. How did you manage to do all this in just two months?!"

The Lu family ancestor said hoarsely with a calm expression.

"It's only two months in your eyes... It seems you don't know."

"I have been planning for this day for many years."

The ancestor of the Lu family lowered his head to look at Ye Wuyou who was hanging himself from the southeast branch, nodded slightly and then said.

"Although the real turning point was only fifty years ago..."

What was it fifty years ago?
Ye Wuyou thought about it for a moment.

When Lu Qingshan was born?
The original wood spirit certainly couldn't understand these words, it just asked a question with reluctance in the end.

"I, I clearly set up precautions against you. How could you possibly evade surveillance and do all this..."

The old ancestor of the Lu family had a calm face. He stretched out a hand and pierced Mu Ling's chest.

The ancestor of the Lu family extracted a breath from the wood spirit's body, and then gently waved his sleeves in front of Ye Wuyou.

The wood spirit was about to dissipate, and the hole in Ye Wuyou's chest was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then he responded calmly.

"Are you talking about the will you placed in me, or rather, the wood spirit clone?"

"This is something you will never understand. After all, you were originally a wood spirit. Although you have a superficial wisdom... you don't understand human nature at all, and you can't understand the twists and turns in the conversation..."

“It was tricked by me.”

There seemed to be a hint of smile in the Lu family's ancestor's voice, but it was a mockery.

"I lied to it. It will probably think I'm its elder brother until it dies, and it's my younger brother..."

"I have long forgotten that I am a wood spirit."

(End of this chapter)