My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 417: Stupid Xia Anmeng, have you overcome your inner demons?
In the dark abyss, silence soon returned.

After Ye Wuyou devoured the soul of "Pulao", a barely perceptible light flashed between his scarlet pupils, and then he sat alone in a corner, cross-legged quietly.

The bluish-white demon was somewhat surprised by Ye Wuyou's "behavior", and looked at Ye Wuyou with an even more strange look.

After all, even if it was the magic that he knew, how could it devour the soul so cleanly?
But he did not care about it. Instead, he cut off another piece of Pulao's flesh and blood and calmly adjusted his breathing.

Su Qingchen curled up in the corner and did not move from beginning to end.

In this abyss of "despair" and "torture", there was nothing more to say to each other.

I can only seize every minute and every second to adjust my breath and restore my condition.

In the hope that he would feel better during the following "torture".

After all, when one day he can no longer bear the "torture" and finally collapses, with ghost hands all over his body, he will become one of the beings in the mud of this strange coffin.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes and sank into his mind.

Pulao's "soul" is the most unique "soul" he has ever devoured since he began practicing.

According to the Pulao language, this was built in the last era...

This is not the soul, but the "Nascent Soul", "Transformation of the Gods" or "Taoist Soul"?
At this moment of refining, the majestic Qi was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, completely filling up the Qi that was originally weak and empty in Ye Wuyou's body.

Even though Pulao's soul is extremely weak now, it seems like it will disappear with a single blow of wind.

But the power it provides is endless, far superior to the seven realms of Xing Dao's previous soul.

Even ten punishment paths, even ten seventh-level spirits, cannot compare to Pulao's "spirit" at this moment.

The gap between quality and quantity.

The sacred tree, which had been drained of its power and was withered, suddenly came back to life.

But that’s not all.

The increase in Qi was like the beating of a wave, and his realm was rapidly improving without any restraint from Ye Wuyou himself.

A thought came to his mind.

Is it because I have “overcome” the inner tribulation?

When he "crossed" the inner demon calamity, the road to the six realms became unobstructed.

Ye Wuyou never divided himself into the realms of “beginner, intermediate, advanced, and perfect” during his practice, and he never cared about this matter.

But at this moment, one can still feel the bottlenecks being broken.

The early stage of the sixth realm, the middle stage of the sixth realm, the sixth realm...

Until the peak of the sixth realm of heavenly power.

The sacred tree is full of vitality, and the realm is unstoppable.

It's not just that.

In his mind, Ye Wuyou slowly opened his eyes and scanned his own soul.

Previously, his soul was much more powerful than that of ordinary practitioners, and his soul was stronger than his body. This was Ye Wuyou before.

The huge soul is not a bad thing, but Ye Wuyou always feels that it is a little bloated.

But now, the soul body is crystal clear, and the surface emits a faint luster, but the size has not increased again. Instead, it has slightly condensed a little, as if it has shrunk.

The size has become smaller and is no longer as huge as before.

But Ye Wuyou himself understood that the "quality" of his soul had been improved at this moment.

Even though his energy was exhausted, Ye Wuyou still had a feeling that he could still forcibly use his unique killer move with just his spiritual power at the moment.

Dharmadhatu’s supernatural powers, Dharmadhatu’s heaven and earth.

Not to mention that at this moment his energy was so full that it seemed to be overflowing from his body.

Before this, it would be almost impossible to display one's own magical powers without the right opportunity.

Today it is different.

This is everything that the "spirit" of Pulao brings.

only……

Ye Wuyou's mind and sight were slightly stunned at this moment, and then he looked to his side.

Just then I saw Xia Anmeng with a confused and shocked look on her face.

she……

Why is she still inside me?

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, then he remembered that he had not returned Xia Anmeng to Lu Caiwei before.

Before this, Xia Anmeng helped him resist Xing Dao's magical power, but after several battles in a row, he was in life-and-death crisis, which not only exhausted his own Qi, but also the sacred tree and his own soul.

But he had no time to care about Xia Anmeng.

The latter seemed to have just awakened, and his spirit and aura were weak.

Xia Anmeng didn't feel well when she was in Ye Wuyou's body before.

The hard fight almost made her lose her mind and soul. Her mind was weakened and she fell into a deep sleep.

She was awakened by the tremendous changes in power around her.

He also witnessed with his own eyes the scene where Ye Wuyou truly devoured the soul.

Even though he already knew that Ye Wuyou was a "demon", he was still shocked when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

This kid, he won't swallow me up in a flash, right?
But at this moment, she saw the changes in Ye Wuyou.

The spirit is powerful, the energy is abundant, and the realm is profound.

Anyway, it's a good thing.

Seeing Ye Wuyou looking at her, Xia Anmeng's eyes showed a hint of surprise at first, but then she became a little confused.

"Where is this?"

"Where is my apprentice?"

"Why did you become like this?"

Three big question marks appeared vaguely in Xia Anmeng's head at this moment.

She could see the outside world through Ye Wuyou's body.

The strange environment in the strange coffin, the strange figure, and the body of Ye Wuyou that looked like a human but not a human...

There are big doubts in the little head.

Ye Wuyou stared at Xia Anmeng's somewhat distracted soul for a long time.

He looked calm and responded quietly.

"The erosion of weirdness has reached its limit on me. This is the world inside weirdness."

"As for Lu Caiwei, she is not in danger, and I..."

After a slight pause, Ye Wuyou's mind swept over himself, looking at his inhuman body that looked like a monster, and continued.

"I am still Ye Wuyou." Xia Anmeng was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

For some reason, she felt something... slightly strange.

It was indeed Ye Wuyou's breath and Ye Wuyou's voice.

But this indifferent tone, this expression without any emotion, and this calm attitude towards the current situation...

It all made her feel a little strange.

In the past, Ye Wuyou's words were sometimes a little strange, and he would say some weird remarks that made people wonder, who would understand what he said.

But there is always a bit more ups and downs in the tone, sometimes laughing and sometimes angry.

Xia An was dreaming, and suddenly noticed something and asked subconsciously.

"Have you survived the inner demon tribulation?"

Only then did she realize that Ye Wuyou had now reached the peak of the sixth realm.

Before this, he was only at the fifth level, stuck in the inner demon calamity.

Hearing this, Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

For some reason, Ye Wuyou felt a subconscious aversion to the term "heart demon calamity".

Although he didn't know where this disgust came from.

But Ye Wuyou still responded calmly.

"I have overcome the inner demons."

Xia Anmeng nodded silently.

So, did you get through it?

It is a good thing to overcome the inner demons.

It’s just that this… always feels a little abrupt, with no signs.

Just as he was thinking about Ye Wuyou's current changes, Xia Anmeng's eyes suddenly widened, and then he spoke.

"You, what are you doing?"

In her gaze, Ye Wuyou's soul was now quietly walking towards her, getting closer and closer.

Even though Ye Wuyou's soul is now a little smaller than before, it is no longer so huge.

But to Xia Anmeng, Ye Wuyou was still tall.

With his own soul and body, even when he stood on tiptoe, he could only reach the other person's lower abdomen.

Moreover, although Ye Wuyou was no longer huge in size, his soul, which was crystal clear and lifelike like a real person, gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression compared to before.

This oppression is no longer a difference in size, but a difference in the "essence" of the soul.

Xia Anmeng said this and subconsciously took a step back.

But Ye Wuyou said nothing, his expression was calm, he just grabbed her wrist and squeezed it gently.

Xia Anmeng couldn't move.

Even the wrist that was held seemed to relax a little at this moment.

Hey, what are you doing?

She really wanted to shout out this sentence, but she felt Ye Wuyou's gaze on her and she couldn't open her mouth.

"Don't move." A calm voice sounded in front of him.

Then Ye Wuyou stretched out his other hand and grabbed Xia Anmeng.

The crystal-clear palm continued to enlarge in the sight, but the two fingers formed a sword and gently tapped Xia Anmeng's brow.

"This……"

Xia Anmeng's eyes trembled and her body almost collapsed.

"Thank you for your efforts, but you have suffered too much damage, so you should have a good rest." Ye Wuyou met Xia Anmeng's gaze and said calmly.

Xia Anmeng only felt that his scattered and weak soul seemed to be filled at this moment. It was extremely pure power that was injected into his soul body one by one.

This pure power surpasses all the precious medicines absorbed before...

It is pure spiritual power.

The somewhat scattered soul stabilized in an instant.

She looked at Ye Wuyou with a trembling look.

"How can you be so stupid as to waste your own soul..."

Before he could finish his words, Xia Anmeng fell forward limply.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and calmly took Xia Anmeng, who was half a body smaller than him, without even looking at her again, and laid her soul and body flat aside.

Xia Anmeng fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were indifferent.

His spiritual power was abundant, even to the point of almost overflowing.

Xia Anmeng had helped him before, so if he were to share some of his strength with him now, it would not affect himself in the slightest.

This is not like giving a part of his soul to Lu Caiwei. It's just that the power of the refined soul is too much and will not leave any mark on Xia Anmeng.

His eyes lightly swept over Xia Anmeng. The woman's illusory figure was suspended in the air, as if she was sleeping on the ground. Although she was a spirit, her face was still clear and delicate.

Ye Wuyou once saw the former "Xia Anmeng" in the underground palace where the blue-white demon was suppressed.

And at this moment, even though a thousand years have passed, the woman's face remains the same.

However, there was no longer the fierceness and arrogance between his expression and brows that he once had when he called himself "Red Lotus Heavenly Lord".

Right now, he's a complete idiot.

Ye Wuyou thought calmly.

Although maintaining the state of spirit and soul will not endanger one's life, who would be willing to stay in a ring or in someone else's body every day?
If there is a chance in the future, I can find a way to help Xia Anmeng rebuild her body.

But right now...

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes from his meditation.

A faint light shone from the scarlet pupils.

Pulao is dead.

So there are two things left.

1. Find out why the monsters that were destroyed by [True or False Judgment] would appear in the [Ghost Coffin].

Second, the [Strange Coffin] has already separated from me, so this vacancy...

Ye Wuyou looked at the demon Buddha who was chanting sutras devoutly.

(End of this chapter)