My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 45 Swallow

The sky was gloomy, the villages were silent, and the ground was littered with rotting corpses.

And the man in brocade robe who had not yet disappeared and was still chattering.

Ye Wuyou suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He stood up and leaped towards the man in brocade robe.

"Brother Ye, I am telling the truth. Do you really want to fight me?!"

"Take out that bell! There's something wrong with that thing!"

The man in brocade robe looked gloomy and was about to retreat.

But a giant hand stopped him, and then another tiny ghost hand gently brushed across his chest.

The bell was picked up by the little hand and hung in the air.

It’s not that Ye Wuyou didn’t want to take it, but... he couldn’t carry it anymore.

The ghost hand that can lift a thousand-pound rock cannot lift a small bell at this moment.

"Brother Ye! You..." The man in brocade robe roared angrily and was about to explode, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he stopped talking.

It was nothing else but a crack on the bell used to seal the "eyeball".

"Didn't you say it could be sealed?" Ye Wuyou looked solemn.

"I, I didn't expect the bell to break so quickly."

The man in brocade robe had an unpleasant look on his face, but this was not the time to argue. He clasped his hands together and was about to use his magical powers.

Click, click...bang!

Before the man in brocade robe could use his reinforcement spell, the bell, which had been used as a temporary container, completely shattered in front of the two men's surprised eyes.

The two people's mood fell to the bottom at this moment.

Without the container, the man in brocade robe cannot perform the sealing spell, so how can he get this thing?
Something that disturbs people's minds at random.

A flash of white light emerged from the broken bell, but did not leave. Instead, it stayed quietly in the air.

For the first time, Ye Wuyou saw clearly what that thing looked like.

An eyeball, an extremely strange eyeball.

Unlike humans, this creature has no whites of the eyes. Instead, it is pure black, and within the pitch-black eyeball is a red vertical pupil.

Extremely weird.

Ye Wuyou was thinking frantically in his mind at this moment, and each piece of information was clearly listed out by him.

There is a lot of bad news and good news right now.

Bad news, this extremely weird ghost thing has escaped.

Good news, this eyeball didn’t look at me the first time.

Bad news, the eyes weren't looking at him, but the pressure made him unable to move.

The good news is that I can let the "ghost" grab me and run away.

The strange eyeball broke free from the bell and first looked towards the distant Yunwu Mountain, then swept its gaze around and looked at the village below.

As this creature stared at them, the corpses that had been beheaded by the man in brocade robes crawled up from the ground again.

Moreover, one by one they began to recover their vitality and regenerate their flesh and blood.

A giant blue hand grabbed Ye Wuyou from behind, and the "ghost" grabbed him and ran away.

No one knew what means the man in brocade robes used at this moment, but blood mist burst out from his body, and he managed to escape from the huge pressure. Then the blood mist dragged him into the air.

The fleeing man in brocade robe looked at the scene below the village with shock in his eyes.

"Can the dead be resurrected?"

"It's fake, it's an illusion. Can't you, a member of the Thousand Illusions Sect, see it?" Ye Wuyou responded while standing on the ghost hand.

The bloody man in brocade robe came to his senses and shouted at Ye Wuyou who was also running at lightning speed.

"Brother Ye, let's not talk about what happened before. Now you and I are on the same boat. Don't hide any tricks you have."

Ye Wuyou was slightly startled, looking at the anxious eyes of the man in brocade robe, nodded silently, then turned his head away, looking silent.

The man in brocade robe still didn't know that he was dead.

The two of them quickly and in perfect harmony came to the original well.

Now that the plan has failed, I can only leave.

But at this moment, more than ten figures gathered around the well, and bursts of different colored light emanated from them, which were various magical powers.

Those people were once practitioners who had long since died and only their remains remained, but at this moment they regained their physical bodies.

Ye Wuyou made a simple judgment that without a sneak attack, he had no chance of winning against this group of guys.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Hearing a roar in his ears, Ye Wuyou turned around and saw that the man in brocade robe had already rushed out.

At this moment, he risked his life.

A shrill blood mist enveloped every cultivator who had regained their physical body. Along with a heart-wrenching roar from the man in brocade robes, blood raged out like a dragon, killing everything around them.

After doing all this, the man in brocade robe, already covered in blood, leaned against the well, unable to stand steadily.

"Haha, a bunch of dead people want to stop the living? Want to kill me? I still have to rebuild the Qianhuan Gate!" The man in brocade robe grinned and was about to jump into the well.

But as he jumped down, he fell heavily on the tiles, and his face came into close contact with the bricks and tiles.

Tiles? Why tiles?
The man in brocade robe was rubbing his face and trying to get up, but as he raised his eyes, he first saw Ye Wuyou's ugly face beside him, and then looked up into the sky.

"Haha, haha..." He laughed miserably, and the strength in his heart that had just supported him to get up suddenly dissipated, and he fell directly to the ground.

The eyeball had turned its gaze towards the two of them at some point.

Everything that happened just now was all fake, all an illusion.

From beginning to end, I have been on this roof without moving.

Ye Wuyou didn't have the heart to care about the other person at the moment. He didn't look up, but he could still clearly feel the gaze.

why!
I had clearly rushed to the well, but in the blink of an eye I was back on the roof. Didn't I say that I wouldn't be bothered by this thing? Was everything just an illusion?

[No, how can this illusion of the aura of the waste avenue affect you? Everything just now was true, and everything now is also true.]

What nonsense! It's all true, so why was I pulled back?
[The aura of the Great Dao is nothing to be afraid of, because it was not the one that made the move. It was just borrowing the power of another corpse here.]

Another skeleton? Is there something else going on in this place?
Ye Wuyou suddenly remembered the first place the eyeball looked at when it was released.

Inside Yunwu Mountain, or rather... the mountains farther behind Yunwu Mountain?
So what should I do?
This time the narrator did not respond, not even a dog barking.

But after a moment, a familiar voice sounded in my mind.

[It doesn't matter. These stinking skins of the old times are not vulnerable at all. All I need to do is to run the "Non-Form Heart Sutra" to return to the state of no self...]

Ha ha.

Ye Wuyou no longer paid attention to the voice in his mind.

After entering the first level of selflessness in the "Formless Heart Sutra" twice in a row, Ye Wuyou has realized that it is not a good thing.

Moreover, "no self" seems to subtly influence one's own thinking, making oneself become closer and closer to the arrogant self described by the narrator.

But the most important thing is that even if you reach that level, your strength will indeed be improved, but you cannot necessarily win.

I stepped in twice in a row and was defeated by others both times. What I lost was my arrogance.

Ye Wuyou lowered his head and didn't look at the eyeball in the air.

But he suddenly felt sticky.

He reached out and touched the side of his face.

But what I touched was something sticky and... rotten meat.

Are you rotting yourself?
Is this an illusion or reality?

He finally stopped dodging, raised his head and looked into those eyes.

The scarlet eyes emitted a strange light.

Countless dark blue arms rushed towards the eyeball, but they all stayed several feet away and could not move forward at all.

Ye Wuyou found that he couldn't move, and couldn't even look away.

"boom."

A slight breaking sound.

As if unable to bear that gaze, one of Ye Wuyou's eyeballs suddenly exploded.

Blood spilled all over the ground, and severe pain spread through every nerve in the body.

Ye Wuyou couldn't move, but he let out a scream due to the severe pain. A strange dark blue color emerged behind him, and its figure sank slightly, and it stretched out its hands to cover Ye Wuyou's entire body.

It seems like protection, but also like it wants to kill the person being hugged.

"Swallow, swallow it for me!" Ye Wuyou gritted his teeth and spat out words with blood foam.

Countless soul powers came from the strange thing behind him and merged into his body.

All the soul power that Xia Anmeng had left, all the soul power that was used to kill the remnant soul of the fourth realm of Qianhuan Sect.

These soul powers were originally stored in the body of Guiyi. Because Ye Wuyou could not bear such a huge force, he simply used Guiyi as a power bank.

But now, Ye Wuyou no longer cares so much.

Either they died of rotting from the gaze of the eyeball, or were blown up alive, or were killed by the group of "resurrected" practitioners below.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter!
The pressure of being stared at finally weakened a lot at this moment as his aura grew stronger.

Ye Wuyou raised his head, staring at the eyeball in mid-air with his only remaining eye, opened his mouth and let out a hoarse, hideous laugh.

"Do you know why I am not afraid of death?"

In the sky, the countless dark blue ghost hands still could not get within a few feet of the eyeball.

But behind Ye Wuyou, the dark blue figure stretched out its largest ghost hand and grabbed his waist tightly.

It was not known whether the eyeball in the sky could understand Ye Wuyou’s words, but it still stared at Ye Wuyou quietly, as if waiting for his next words.

Ye Wuyou smiled, and he let out an extremely arrogant laugh towards the eyeball.

"Because I'm not the one who died! Who would have thought that I still have a life!"

As it spoke, the giant blue hand threw him out and sent him flying straight into the air.

With all his soul power madly flowing through his body and the tremendous power of the "ghost", Ye Wuyou broke through the blockade of several feet.

Looking at this scene, the scarlet eyes even revealed a very human look of confusion and surprise.

The scarlet color moved, as if it wanted to do something else, but then, the sight of the eye fell into darkness.

Ye Wuyou covered his mouth tightly and kept chewing up and down.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The blood was red, but also had other colors.

Finally, with a gulp, Ye Wuyou opened his mouth, and there was nothing inside except blood.

He ate the eyeball.

Then, Ye Wuyou fell from the air and landed on the ground, unconscious.

But when he fell unconscious, the voice in his mind sounded again, but this time Ye Wuyou didn't hear it.

[Yes, this is the state of mind you should have. What does the life of a fox demon mean? If it dies, it dies.]

【Destroy everything, kill everything, sacrifice everything, and finally get everything】

[This is the real you, this is your true self, you are finally one step closer to the true selflessness]

The sound was silent for a while and then sounded again.

[It is just the remnant of the aura of the Great Dao, just swallow it...]

This story is almost over.

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