My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 313: Qimen Formation, too good luck

It was still the familiar move of a blue dragon emerging from the water, at the most extreme speed, the sword light carried Ye Wuyou's figure, and he crossed the fifty-seven steps in one step.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Ding Wang.

Ye Wuyou, who was in the "selfless" state of mind, could not hear the narration in his mind.

But he was miraculously able to understand the formation.

The center of the formation is Ding Wang, and the fifty-seven steps between the two of them are the manifestation of the formation.

Ye Wuyou's realm is not yet enough to forcibly break through the strange formation set up by the Six Realms.

It seemed that there was no other choice except breaking the core of the formation.

It is indeed a dead end formation.

If that’s the case, what’s the difference between jumping over one floor and jumping over fifty-seven floors?
Ding Wang's pupils shrank slightly, and his body kept retreating slightly backwards.

He had only two thoughts in his mind.

One is, a very sharp knife.

One is, why is this person so arrogant...

The dazzling sword light became extremely dim in the blink of an eye, and under Ding Wang's gaze, it was no longer sharp and its sharp aura faded away.

Ye Wuyou's breath suddenly weakened, and the contempt and arrogance on his face froze slightly, as if he seemed a little stunned and dazed.

The arrogance and sarcasm completely disappeared from Ye Wuyou's face, as if he had become a different person.

Everything happens in a blink of an eye.

Before Ding Wang's pupils, which had shrunk previously, could expand, he could no longer suppress a smile on the corner of his mouth. He swung out his big hand and delivered a palm.

An even stronger aura than before roared out, and the snow leopard next to him also let out a roar, stomped the ground with its four claws, jumped out, opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Ye Wuyou.

Blood splattered.

The figure fell suddenly on the stone steps, making a dull and heavy sound.

A bloody head rolled down the mountain along the steps like a ball.

It was a snow leopard.

With a dull cry of pain, Ding Wang staggered back, covering his bloody left hand.

He doesn't understand.

Why could the man in front of me recover from being completely exhausted to almost normal in an instant?
The formation has been broken.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ding Wang's mouth, and the energy in his body became chaotic in an instant.

Qimen formations are more powerful and flexible than ordinary formations, but they come at a price.

It is the eye of the formation and drives the formation to operate.

Rather than an ordinary battle flag.

Then when the formation is broken, it will also suffer backlash.

This is also the reason why nine out of ten people who practice Qimen go crazy.

Apart from the person who serves as the center of the formation and is in charge of everything in the formation, if something goes wrong, the body may be injured and the breath may be scattered at best, or the soul may collapse at worst.

One may even feel a sense of separation between the body and the soul. Once one delves into the study of Qimen, one often forgets the existence of the body, and after a long time, one really cannot come back.

But there was no time to think about so much at this moment, he could only run to the back.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" was running in his body, and the majestic energy flowed out from the sacred tree, filling Ye Wuyou's whole body in an instant.

The narration's voice sounded at the exact moment when Ye Wuyou's "selfless" state of mind disappeared.

[How ridiculous it is for a mere snow leopard to think of stopping you. Little did they know that you once killed the most precious iron-eating beast in the world, making it so frightened that it was almost on the verge of extinction.]

The call of the sacred tree also came.

""

It means, poor, hungry.

Ahhhhh, damn, the forbidden duet.

Don’t be hungry. I put those spirits with you. They are mine. They are mine.

I will find more souls for you later.

And stop barking, you dog, this is how the national treasure comes, right?
Ye Wuyou frowned at this moment, suppressing the irritability in his heart and the pain in his mind, and slashed out with the knife again.

With such a close-range strike, even though there was a gap in their realms, Ye Wuyou's martial arts made him stronger in close combat than Ding Wang, whose formation had been broken.

But the knife missed.

In other words, Ding Wang fell down.

Ding Wang slipped and fell backward heavily to the ground, but his movements were smoother than Cui Sanniang's "short flash" before...

What the hell is this? This is too good of a luck.

Ye Wuyou slashed out with his sword again, his aura bursting out, and the sword directly brought up wind and thunder.

Suddenly, a call came from within my body, even with a hint of anxiety and grievance.

",,"

I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat.

Shit! Stop yelling!
Ye Wuyou's mind was slightly distracted, and his hands slowed down a bit.

Ding Wang was crawling on the ground in a panic, but somehow he managed to dodge the sword-like thunder and lightning. What the hell was that?

There was some confusion in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Two consecutive sure-kill situations were a bit inexplicable. My luck was just too bad.

Or is it that the other party is just too lucky?

But now the opponent has already moved away, but his breath is weak.

Ye Wuyou's brows frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

That's ok, just some minor mistakes.

Ye Wuyou took a few steps and caught up with Ding Wang, whose breath was scattered. The latter was turning his head to look at him, looking at the blade that was heading towards him.

There was a hint of resentment in Ding Wang's eyes, and even a hint of desperate madness.

What other means does he have?
Ye Wuyou no longer cared.

The knife cut off his head.

But in an instant, the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning, and Ye Wuyou's body was stiff and unable to move as if it was tightly bound by an invisible hand.

The voice echoed from the distant mountains, old but ethereal.

"stop."

Ye Wuyou's eyes sank slightly, and his whole body was filled with energy, but he still couldn't break free.

Is this the seventh realm?

How many Seven Realms are there in Baiyun Temple?

Ding Wang in front of him was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled gently and looked at Ye Wuyou, as if to say that he was overestimating his own abilities.

The master saved me.

But this is luck, this is strong luck.

Turn misfortune into good fortune.

The narrator's voice suddenly sounded in Ye Wuyou's mind with some anger.

[Stop? How could it be so absurd? The ones who should stop are these lowly bastards. Those who betray the great way should be punished most miserably by you, and eventually die in misery.]

Stop shouting, please do something useful, narrator.

[When you return to the world, all the traitors will die]

The words fell.

A faint golden light suddenly flashed across Ye Wuyou's dark eyes, and his face became solemn for a moment. Along with a horrifying sound of bones twisting, the invisible hand that had tightly bound his body actually loosened a little.

In an instant, the voice came again.

"Idiot, retreat quickly."

Along with the voice, there was a whistling sound of wind, and a figure appeared in it.

Ding Wang was stunned for a moment, then he stepped back lightly.

But the knife had already been slashed out without the slightest hesitation.

A severed arm flew out with blood.

Ding Wang's eyes showed horror, but there was already a piercing scar on his body.

But he didn't feel any pain in his body. Instead, he ran forward without any hindrance.

An old man in a Taoist robe appeared at this moment and stood in front of him.

"Master."

There was excitement in Ding Wang's words.

But this great master protected him closely behind him.

Even held it in the palm of his hand.

Ok?
Ding Wang then looked up in confusion.

His body was standing on the ground in front of him, and his left arm was cut off by its root.

So now I am...

Soul?

The side effect of the strange formation technique, the feeling of separation between soul and body, made him forget where his body was for a moment.

At this moment, this great master stretched out his hand towards Ye Wuyou and spoke indifferently.

"Bring it here."

Ding Wang was puzzled. What did he want to take?
Why doesn't Master just kill the other person? This unexpected event in his destiny is right in front of him, so why keep him around?

But then, he noticed something and looked at Ye Wuyou in surprise.

About a quarter of his soul was being held in the other party's hand.

Swallowed in an instant.

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