My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 354 [Empty] Backhand Invincibility

The blade pierced the man's heart without any hindrance and went out directly from his back.

But strangely, not a drop of blood flowed out.

On the contrary, Wuyi's expression did not change at all. There was no pain, no suffering. Instead, there was a playful look in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Wuyou's head.

"Since you want to kill me, I won't be polite." Wu Yi said softly.

Ye Wuyou raised his eyes slightly, and several invisible ghost hands spread out.

At such a close distance, the power of the invisible ghost hand is unquestionable.

But the next moment, in a scene that ordinary people could not see, the dark blue ghost hand easily pierced through the opponent's body...

Is it pierced?
No, it's about penetration. It's about touching and then penetrating.

Just like the previous blade, although it pierced through the opponent's body, there was no feeling of touching the actual object.

Everything that is happening right now is just a moment.

The big hand easily covered Ye Wuyou's head.

The energy is blooming.

A smile appeared on Wu Yi's lips.

He threw the corpse in his hand aside, took a deep breath, and took a step forward.

But I heard a familiar voice coming from beside me, asking with curiosity.

"So what is this? Neither the blade nor the magical power can touch your body, [Void]? No wonder you didn't take any precautions against my sword. Are you sure you can defeat the enemy with a counterattack?"

Wu Yi turned around suddenly, only to see Ye Wuyou standing in the aisle unharmed.

In his hand, he held a round ball that was glowing red... What was that?
The next moment, under Wuyi's puzzled and shocked gaze, Ye Wuyou reached out and pulled out his right eye.

Instead, a sphere emitting scarlet light was stuffed into the other party's eyes.

A pupil that stood upright like a monster slowly appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Wuyi's expression changed. He simply felt a little disgusted, especially the exploding eyeball.

"To be honest, I haven't used this damn thing for a long time, because I always feel that illusions are useless. After all, their realms are a few points higher than mine. Facing the sixth realm who have passed the inner demon tribulation, illusions really can't deceive them."

This is Ye Wuyou's true words.

The sixth realm has gone through the inner demon tribulation, and the mind is much more resolute than that of ordinary practitioners. Unless you know the opponent's mental weaknesses, illusion is really not something you can use.

But in Daxuan, I have never met many people whose realm is lower than mine.

Even snow leopards are not afraid of illusions.

But now I'm back to Dayan.

It does not mean that we do not take the enemy seriously or underestimate them.

It’s just that the other party is obviously possessed by some strange thing, and this strange thing is completely unreasonable.

Being killed for the first time is even more terrifying. If it is a strange type like [Death] [Gun of Cause and Effect], it doesn’t matter even if you are stronger than the opponent.

Ye Wuyou certainly didn't want to try it himself, so he took a more secure approach.

I actually noticed the other party's weirdness...

There was a thoughtful look in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Speaking of which, can this [Voiding] ability penetrate without limit?

"Illusion..."

When is it
By the way, the candlelight around seemed to flicker and distort for a while.

There was a hint of vigilance in Wuyi's eyes, but his expression was not too volatile.

The weirdness of him is just as the other party said... [Void]

When confronting an enemy, he often doesn't like to take the initiative.

Because he claims to be invincible with his backhand.

But this doesn't mean that he won't take the initiative.

Thinking of this, Wuyi smiled and spoke softly to Ye Wuyou.

"It's really a wonderful illusion, but..."

Before he finished speaking, surging energy had already overflowed from all directions of the aisle, and then transformed into fine silk threads and silver needles, piercing the opponent's body.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, showing a hint of disgust at the blood-stained corridor, and then turned to look at the stone wall.

"You seem to like cleanliness very much. You have already reached the fifth level of cultivation. Why can't you stand the sight of blood?"

Ye Wuyou sat on a table in the aisle, looking at him with confusion.

Wu Yi gritted his teeth slightly at this moment, his eyes revealing shock and anger.

"Don't be so surprised. No matter what, illusion is just a minor skill. But if you can't see through it, you can't see through it. It's just like the formation in front of you. If you can't break it, you can't break it."

The second Ye Wuyou appeared on the other side of him.

The sudden change made Wu Yi slightly dazed. He was silent for a moment, then spoke calmly.

"So what? As you said, whether it's fantasy or reality, you can't hurt me."

The one who responded to him was Ye Wuyou's smiling voice, just like his previous answer.

"Try?"

"In that case, I thought we could talk."

Wu Yi said this, but his face remained silent. His mind was sensing everywhere, scanning back and forth, trying to find the weak points and flaws in this illusion.

"Then tell me why you want to enter the eighth floor. Forget it, just tell me who told you that the eighth floor holds something strange, and what do you want to do after entering?"

The voice came, but Wu Yi's eyes flickered slightly.

He had already noticed a difference in this illusion.

There was a flickering candlelight on the stone wall, with no reflection.

And the rest all have reflections.

In an instant, he leaped and ran straight towards the candlelight on the stone wall.

He flicked his sleeve, and the candle flame and the lamp were knocked over and fell to the ground.

The illusion began to disintegrate, and a hint of reality emerged.

Wu Yi turned around and looked back, his expression full of pride, his eyes shining with brilliance, and he said coldly, "If you want to talk, fine, wait until I get out of this illusion and I'll talk to you in detail."

Ye Wuyou was still sitting calmly on the table, his eyes without any ripples, just looking at him calmly.

His calmness surprised Wu Yi a little, but he immediately suppressed the emotion, and the energy poured out from his fingertips and dispersed into the air.

It's like grabbing a scroll and then tearing it apart.

The scroll was easily torn apart, revealing the truth.

The pride on Wuyi's face gradually froze at this moment.

The black coffin, the gradually closing lid, the abyss-like darkness seemed to cover him bit by bit.

He tried desperately to get out of the coffin, but he felt like he was floating in the air with no gravity, which made his speed extremely slow.

[Blur] seems to be useless at this moment.

Because he was already inside the [Ghost Gate Coffin], and inside it.

He had jumped in on his own.

"Is this the Guimen Coffin?" There was horror in his eyes.

He knew this weirdness.

"Save me, save me! I'm not a bad person, I was wrong, I don't want to kill you, I'm just dying..."

But no matter how he shouted, the coffin lid was eventually closed bit by bit.

There was dark mud all around with black foam rising from the mud. From time to time, dry black arms stretched out from it, as if they sensed something and reached towards him.

Although he hadn't touched him yet, Wuyi's eyes revealed a look of extreme fear and terror.

Dirty, ugly, unclean, disgusting...

He finally let out a desperate roar, his voice carrying a certain shrillness.

"It's the owner of Tianji Tower. He asked me to come here. He still owes me one. I'm giving you this opportunity, really!"

A big hand reached in from outside the coffin, grabbed his messy hair, pulled it out, and threw it heavily on the ground.

He did not use his Qi to protect his body, so when he was thrown back to the Heavenly Prison from the weightless Guimen Coffin, he was dazed and saw stars for a moment.

Then he fell to the ground and cried.

Crying heartbreakingly.

He was wearing a long sleeved gown, Wu Yi lowered his head, his hair was disheveled, and his figure was even more embarrassed. For a moment...

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a while, then he frowned and kicked the other person's body.

"May I have your name."

"No memory, song, song without memory."

Ye Wuyou nodded first, then saw the other person's face full of tears and snot, and showed a very puzzled expression.

No, you haven't done anything yet. Logically speaking, shouldn't you be stubborn for a while and then punish the other person yourself?
"Would you please stop crying, you sissy chirp, even your name."

But his words only made the other party glare at him, his eyes were red, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

For some reason, Ye Wuyou felt a little strange when he was being stared at by the other party.

he asked in a deep voice.

"The owner of Tianji Tower...he asked you to come. What is your relationship with him?"

The reason why he rescued the other party was, on the one hand, that Qu Wuyi was not a real villain, and on the other hand, it was also related to the name of the owner of Tianji Tower.

Although he had never met the other party, Ye Wuyou had heard too many rumors about the owner of this post.

From Lu Qingshan's mouth, from Baimei Dao's mouth, from Xia Anmeng's dead old enemy's diary, from Ji Wuye's mouth...

There are traces of this Tianji Tower everywhere.

And Qu Wuyi’s answer to this question is.

"He, he...he has nothing to do with me." Wu Yi's voice was a little difficult and a little embarrassed.

Honestly, the answer to this question is not important.

But the important thing is that Ye Wuyou saw a hint of blush on the other person's cheek.

Damn it, bro, you’re a man.

Yes, Qu Wuyi is a man, a real man.

At least the physical characteristics are completely male.

It is difficult to describe Ye Wuyou’s current mood.

He couldn't help but recall Ji Wuye's last words...

Forget it, these are other people’s business. I shouldn’t have these prejudices. The important thing is to focus on the real thing.

He took a deep breath, put his hand on his forehead and sighed, trying to calm his mind and asked.

"Then what did he tell you? Why did you open the eighth level of the prison?"

This question made Qu Wuyi silent for a while. Gradually, he stopped crying, wiped the dirt off his face with his sleeves, and said in a low voice.

"I'm dying. You're also weird. Can you tell? I've been seriously eroded..."

Ye Wuyou nodded. He could see this.

A strange aura spread over the opponent's body. It would have been fine if he hadn't used it before, but after using [Void] several times, the opponent's body could no longer suppress the spread of that aura.

"So you want to merge into the second monster to prolong your life?" Ye Wuyou asked.

This idea is normal, but why do we have to come to the Heavenly Prison?

With the guidance of the owner of Tianji Tower, we will eventually find the rest of the strange traces.

Wu Yi shook his head and whispered.

"I want to live, but integrating into a second weirdo is very risky and painful. I... probably can't stand it."

"so……"

Wuyi raised his head, looked at Ye Wuyou, and pleaded in a weaker voice.

"The owner of Tianji Tower told me that there is a Shinto pillar here, and the method on it can keep me alive."

(End of this chapter)