My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 378 Master-disciple duel
The black figure bowed lightly in the palm of his hand, and then slowly disappeared.

Ye Wuyou put his palms together, clenched his five fingers, and then looked forward.

Two figures came from a distance.

Apart from the deathly face, the lifeless aura on his body that did not seem like that of a living person, and the body made of dust.

The appearance is no different from before.

It seems like an old friend is coming.

Reunion after a long separation should be a happy event in the world.

But Ye Wuyou raised his hand slightly, then put his five fingers together and grasped the cold handle of the knife.

A voice came from the sky ahead, the voice was calm and carried a slight smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes, long time no see, Master."

The voice from high in the sky was light.

The sharp edge of the energy spread out from the blade, and then spread out, as if a minefield was drawn in the boundless sky.

Have you reached the fifth realm?

Lu Qingshan smiled, then withdrew his gaze from Ye Wuyou, raised his head slightly, and glanced at the vague and illusory sun in the sky.

Can he stop me?

A voice with some questions came.

"Lu Qingshan, what are you going to do now?"

"Being forced to do something, something that only I can do."

"whats the matter?"

Lu Qingshan chuckled.

Being controlled by others, he couldn't speak his mind.

Ye Wuyou didn't care about what the other party said and just spoke to himself.

"I saw a person who came back from the dead before. She was not like the others who only knew how to kill. She had a certain degree of independent consciousness."

"That person seems to know a lot about weird things. Besides that, she also appeared in Tianlan City. I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident, but she seemed to want to go into the prison, as if there was something there that attracted her."

"At that time, I was wondering if there would be some special people who, even if they were 'resurrected from the dead', could still have a certain degree of autonomy? Now it seems that this is true."

"It's just that these remaining 'selves' are ultimately controlled by others, and there's no telling when they will collapse."

Ye Wuyou had guessed this a long time ago, but when he saw Su Qingchen, he confirmed some of his thoughts.

[The Man in the Mirror] is inherently weird, but it is not omnipotent.

The former 'self', when copied by the [Man in the Mirror], possessed an independent consciousness.

Or maybe it’s the ‘Xia Anmeng’ of the past, even if it’s the [Man in the Mirror], he still has his own self.

So it is not surprising that both Su Qingchen and Lu Qingshan can remain conscious in the current situation.

But in the end, it is still controlled by people.

Lu Qingshan looked relaxed, neither confirming nor denying.

"Anything else?" he asked.

Ye Wuyou pondered for a moment and said.

"In addition, the demon race seems to be very interested in the Heavenly Prison as well. They traveled thousands of miles and spent a lot of money to come to Tianlan City to try to do something."

After a slight pause, Ye Wuyou spoke calmly.

"Lu Qingshan, are you going to the Heavenly Prison now too?"

"Who knows?" Lu Qingshan said casually.

Ye Wuyou shook his head. It was only three hundred miles to the Heavenly Prison. With the practice of the Sixth Realm, he could arrive there within a day.

He used Tianyan to calculate for a long time. Lu Qingshan came all the way here from the capital. What else could his goal be?
But Ye Wuyou was really confused.

How could that group of weird beings have such great magical power that attracts both humans and monsters?

In the past, he didn't know who to talk to about these issues, but now he can talk about them.

"Honestly, I'm really curious. Even if we destroy the prison and release those weirdos, it will only increase the killing. But what is the purpose of this? Lu Qingshan, can you explain it to me?"

Killing is just a means.

Just like monsters killing people, humans killing monsters, humans killing people, they are all just means.

What is the purpose?
"Who knows?" Lu Qingshan still smiled easily.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, took a deep breath and asked.

"Is there any way to get you out of control?"

"Who knows?" Lu Qingshan began to repeat.

[An ant is an ant. Even if this ant had some unique qualities in the past, it is now just a poor creature controlled by another ant. Such a crude way of controlling people is laughable.]

Oh? Rough tactics?
So is there any way to break it?

【…】

The narrator chose to change the subject.

[Thinking back to the past, you were so brave as to shoot tigers and rely on yellow dragons, and no mortal could rival you. You ruled the world for thousands of years, and planted an indelible mark of thought. Your methods were thousands of times better than those of these ants.]

The narrator kept barking and talking, but Lu Qingshan couldn't utter a single useful word.

So Ye Wuyou was very unhappy.

So he pointed at Lu Qingshan angrily.

"I don't know this, I don't know that, Lu Qingshan, what else do you know? Oh, right, you just watch the emperor's uncle every day, and he disappeared after watching him for a while."

Lu Qingshan looked a little surprised, and finally spoke helplessly, "I really don't know the answers to these questions..."

But as he spoke, his figure was moving forward little by little.

He walked towards the minefield that Ye Wuyou had drawn with his sword, step by step.

His body was a little stiff, but he still walked forward. Lu Qingshan looked at his own steps and sighed softly in his heart.

He can't control himself.

Ye Wuyou frowned, but Lu Qingshan didn't seem surprised by what happened. He just reminded him calmly.

"Ye Wuyou, I'm going to move on."

Ye Wuyou still didn't move.

A strange feeling emerged in Lu Qingshan's heart.

The next moment, a black gas suddenly lingered in front of Lu Qingshan, and in the black gas, there was a faint black coffin lid.

The black air enveloped Lu Qingshan.

Invisible ghost hands spread out from all directions and suddenly smashed towards Lu Qingshan who was wrapped in black air.

【Strange Coffin】

Please enter the urn.

There was no sign of anything happening, everything happened in an instant, and all of them were killing moves, aiming to kill with one strike.

Ye Wuyou thought very clearly.

He wanted Lu Qingshan to be alive more than anyone else.

But Lu Qingshan was already dead.

He is being manipulated, and what he is about to do will only lead to more deaths.

The entangled black air suddenly paused, and then suddenly dissipated like smoke, blown away by the strong wind.

Lu Qingshan, with half of his body disappeared and turned into powder, jumped out.

Facing the countless invisible ghost hands attacking him, Lu Qingshan seemed to be able to see them. With just a wave of his fingertips, the ghost hands continued to collapse.

It's not over yet.

The sharp blade appeared directly in front of Lu Qingshan. The sword energy that had been set up before seemed to have been ready to go for a long time at this moment, and suddenly turned into a vortex-like sharp blade and went towards Lu Qingshan.

The attacks continued, and Lu Qingshan's figure retreated again and again in the sky.

The torn green shirt was lifted up, Lu Qingshan stretched out his arm, and just formed a seal with his fingertips.

But the sharp blade flashed, and then the whole arm made a crisp shattering sound, and it shattered along with the green shirt, turning into dust and dissipating.

Ice crystals emerged from Lu Qingshan's body, as if trying to seal him, but Lu Qingshan saw through them. With the tremendous force from the blade, his body retreated again. Ye Wuyou did not hesitate at all, and rushed out, following closely behind him.

There is no point in breaking the opponent's arm or cutting off his head.

[The Man in the Mirror], immortality is just so difficult to deal with.

All we can do is ban it.

[Ghostly Coffin] was used again, but it appeared behind Lu Qingshan.

The pitch-black coffin lid opened, as if to seal Lu Qingshan completely inside the coffin.

In this moment of fighting, countless moves were exchanged between the two. The magical powers displayed by Ye Wuyou were like a storm, suppressing Lu Qingshan and making him breathless.

For the first time, a hint of surprise flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes, and a hint of relief seemed to flash across the depths of his empty and dead eyes.

Even though he was about to be swallowed by the [Ghost Gate Coffin] in the next moment, Lu Qingshan still spoke with a smile.

"How do you do this?"

It seemed like a completely illogical question, but both parties knew exactly what it was asking.

Lu Qingshan knew that Ye Wuyou possessed the [Ghost], and he also knew that Ye Wuyou had integrated the second strange [Oblivion] to balance the erosion in his body.

Ye Wuyou knew that what Lu Qingshan was asking about was the [Strange Door Coffin], the third strange one.

This was something that Lu Qingshan had handed to him personally.

Integrating two weird things is the limit, integrating three weird things, this should not be possible.

Ye Wuyou did not respond, but just looked at the scene in front of him calmly.

Of course he couldn't respond to anything, because it all came down to the sacred tree.

The sacred tree is currently the most dangerous secret in his body.

God knows whether the person controlling the tree behind Lu Qingshan can hear the conversation between him and Lu Qingshan, and whether he can get information about the sacred tree from Lu Qingshan.

A dark, dry arm emerged from the coffin lid and grabbed Lu Qingshan's broken body, as if trying to drag him inside.

Seeing that Ye Wuyou did not respond, Lu Qingshan seemed to understand something and did not ask any more questions.

"Ye Wuyou, have you seen my master's Dharma image?" He then changed the subject.

Dharma?

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

He had indeed never seen Lu Qingshan display his Dharma image, and even rarely saw Lu Qingshan display his supernatural powers.

After all, the previous [death] did not require any price.

No magical power is as useful as [Death]. Whoever you touch will die.

Even though he was covered by the [Ghost Door Coffin], even though he was suppressed by Ye Wuyou, even though he was entangled by ghost hands, Lu Qingshan remained calm, but his expression became solemn little by little.

He spoke, but his words were filled with reminders and advice.

"run."

(End of this chapter)