My practice narration is weird.

Three spiritual lights and shadows opposed each other.

Xia Anmeng was much taller than Lu Caiwei, and even a bit plumper than Luo Qinghan, but now she was sitting on Ye Wuyou's shoulder, she looked very small.

The gray-robed swordsman looked at Ye Wuyou for a long time, and finally frowned slightly.

"You are not a spirit."

"Oh, then what do you think I am?"

Ye Wuyou did not rush to take action, and the gray-robed swordsman's eyes showed thoughtfulness.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Wuyou glanced around, first staring at Lu Caiwei who was surrounded by a cocoon of light, then slightly turned his eyes and looked at Xia Anmeng on his shoulder.

Xia Anmeng was shaking her feet at the moment. When she saw Ye Wuyou looking at her, her gaze paused slightly, then she turned her eyes away.

"How did you come?"

"the weather is nice today."

"what?"

Xia Anmeng was stunned, wondering why Ye Wuyou said such useless words.

"I mean, asking me why I'm here is just like the weather today. It's meaningless."

Ye Wuyou curled his lips, then stretched out his finger and placed it in front of Xia Anmeng.

His palm was as big as half of Xia Anmeng's body, and at this moment his fingers were like spears, unstoppable. Under Xia Anmeng's surprised gaze, he tapped her heart.

That was the place where he had just been injured by the man in gray robe.

A touch of pure breath was injected into it. Xia Anmeng remained silent and let Ye Wuyou do what he wanted to her.

"Did you hear that just now?" Xia Anmeng whispered.

"What did you hear?"

"As I said..."

"what did you say?"

"nothing."

Xia Anmeng said this, feeling slightly relieved in her heart.

Fortunately, Ye Wuyou didn’t hear it.

Otherwise it would be too terrible.

But Ye Wuyou's voice came from his ears with a faint smile.

"So who comes first?"

Xia Anmeng felt as if she had been hit hard in an instant, her mouth slightly opened, her expression stiff, but she was unable to utter a word.

The gray-robed swordsman raised his head at this moment, and his thoughts seemed to have come to fruition. He looked at Ye Wuyou's "soul" which was much larger than that of an ordinary person.

"I once watched a ceremony under the Fusang Jianmu. At that time, a wood spirit emerged from the Jianmu. I saw it once. It seemed to be the same as you, but there was a slight difference in the aura."

Ye Wuyou was actually a little surprised.

As expected of an ancient practitioner, he is knowledgeable and experienced. With the current state of his soul, he has actually been a wood spirit for a long time, which is significantly different from ordinary people.

But he is different from other wood spirits. The sacred tree grows on his body. He is both a wood spirit and a divine soul.

After all, the soul of an ordinary practitioner cannot compare to his own body, and cannot display such mysterious magical powers. But Ye Wuyou's soul is different. With the sacred tree in his hand, he can use his soul to display the Tao realm without being damaged.

So Ye Wuyou didn't care much about the gray-robed man in front of him whose origins were unknown.

As long as it is a spirit, it is impossible to defeat him.

One of the reasons why he hasn't taken action yet is because he is afraid of the impact on Lu Caiwei.

Second aspect...

"Is the Luo River spirit dead? It looks so powerful, why did it allow you to do whatever you want and try to seize the body of the new Luo River master? Or does it not only have a bad memory, but also a bad brain?"

Ye Wuyou had to be alert.

Why can't the spirit of Luo River notice something that I can notice?
Or did the spirit creature and the gray-robed swordsman reach some kind of agreement? Some kind of agreement?

Ye Wuyou didn’t care about the soul in front of him, but he was very concerned about what kind of energy the spirit of Luo River contained.

The gray-robed swordsman thought for a moment and responded simply.

"The spirit of Luo River? No, you are wrong. I don't have any agreement with it."

"Oh? It has finally found a master, why would it allow a guy like you to take over its body?" Ye Wuyou was even more confused.

"The spirit of Luo River just needs a lord of the blessed land to coexist with it, and it doesn't matter who the lord of the blessed land is."

This sentence was not easy to understand, but Ye Wuyou still understood it.

Is it like a sacred tree?

The sacred tree will give birth to wood spirits, and the wood spirits will coexist and grow with the sacred tree.

In the Lu family's sacred tree, the original wood spirit should have been a being born from the sacred tree itself, but later the identity of the wood spirit was stolen by the ancestor of the Lu family through trickery.

Mu Ling is just an identity, it doesn’t matter whether he is the ancestor of the Lu family or the original Mu Ling.

The sacred tree only needs the existence of this wood spirit.

In fact, the existence of the sacred tree is like parasitism. One provides spiritual nourishment to the sacred tree, and the sacred tree gives back to the self pure sacred tree power and Tao fruit.

Ye Wuyou's identity as a wood spirit was obtained half by cheating and half by deception when he was a seedling of the sacred tree. It is also because of this that Ye Wuyou can continuously receive gifts from the sacred tree.

If not, the sacred tree would have abandoned its original self after it grew up, or would have only shared the divine soul it absorbed but would not actively provide other help.

After roughly understanding the relationship, Ye Wuyou no longer had any worries.

Originally, he was worried that the spirit of the Luo River was plotting something behind the scenes and might cause harm to Lu Caiwei, so he did not take action at the first opportunity.

That right now...

Without any warning, Ye Wuyou stretched out his big hand and grabbed the gray-robed man directly.

Along with his big hand, countless vines of sacred trees also stretched out.

Just like when he was inside Pulao's body in the past, Pulao controlled the roots of those sacred trees to restrain Ye Wuyou and others.

At that time, it really caused a great obstacle to Ye Wuyou, and even Xing Dao, who was the only seventh level at that time, could not escape.

If Ye Wuyou didn't own the sacred tree, there would be no need for Pulao to take action. The tree roots alone would be enough to trap them to death.

The same is true now. However, what Pulao had at that time was a sacred tree with a real trunk in Qingqiu, while Ye Wuyou's sacred tree was not real, but was bound to his soul.

But right now, both sides are each other's souls.

In an instant, the tree world arrived.

The gray-robed swordsman obviously had not expected this to happen and was instantly swallowed up by the sea of ​​trees.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand, his eyes focused, and he clenched his palm tightly.

The sea of ​​trees trembled for a while, then tightened tightly to form a huge ball.

Soon everything stopped.

But Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

There was no expected abundant energy coming.

Didn't devour that soul.

The ball wrapped in the trunk of the sacred tree suddenly froze, and then shattered, with sword light flowing and sword intent full of flow.

The figure leaped out and headed towards Lu Caiwei above.

All the vines of the surrounding sacred trees retreated three feet in an instant.

why?
There was surprise in Ye Wuyou's eyes, and the ghost's big hand behind him reached out to grab the other person.

The ghost has captured souls hundreds of times, and it is not unfamiliar with the instructions given by Ye Wuyou.

In an instant, a giant blue hand formed a dragnet and covered the gray-robed figure.

Ye Wuyou didn't need to give any instructions for all this, because the ghost was already too familiar with it and had no problem doing it.

But the next scene was beyond Ye Wuyou's expectations.

The big net formed by ghosts suddenly broke when it came into contact with each other.

Just like ice and snow encountering a hot iron ball, it melted away in an instant.

It wasn't that the ghost was defeated, there was not even any contact between the two.

Instead, it was directly broken.

The weirdness was dispelled.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate at all and stood up and flew away.

The weirdness was dispelled.

It was the sword light that came out from the opponent's body after consuming his spiritual power.

The sword light contains sword intent.

This scene...he seemed familiar with it.

The soul of the gray-robed swordsman was now moving forward, with sword beams blooming all around him, and he came directly to the outside of the light cocoon of Lu Caiwei's soul.

This light cocoon is actually a layer of protection.

But it didn't work.

The gray-robed swordsman knew that this light cocoon could not stop him.

Ye Wuyou behind him was unable to stop him.

There is nothing in this world that can stop him.

He held his breath and concentrated, forming his fingers into a sword.

Just because of this sword.

Without a trace.

Inside the light cocoon is Lu Caiwei's soul.

The human body has a rejection reaction to different spirits.

Lu Caiwei was not opposed to Xia Anmeng and Ye Wuyou.

Previously, the gray-robed swordsman had been hiding his aura and had not been noticed, but now his aura was fully revealed and he was very close.

The soul and body responded immediately.

A breath suddenly emerged from the light and shadow of Lu Caiwei's soul.

Wisps of sword light.

There is even a sword intent permeating inside.

【Traceless Sword Intent】

The moment the sword intent emerged.

The gray-robed swordsman who was about to destroy the light cocoon and take over the place of the peach zombie was almost frozen in place in an instant.

He widened his eyes and looked at Lu Caiwei in the light cocoon in disbelief.

Reason told him that he was sure he had never seen the other person before.

But now he felt that he was in almost the same problem as that river spirit.

Can not remember……

There are tens of thousands of sword cultivators in the world. For a sword cultivator to stand out is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

The reason why he was still remembered by the Star Lord was not because of how powerful his cultivation was, nor because of his past connections...

But he is the only one who masters the traceless sword intent.

An extremely special sword intent.

Sword-breaking style, traceless sword intent...

This is clearly a unique skill that only I can master...

Hey, come to think of it, how did I first comprehend the meaning of the sword?
The girl in the light cocoon's eyes trembled, as if she was about to open her eyes.

The gray-robed man stood there with a dull look in his eyes and called out tentatively.

"senior?"

The next moment, his body was torn into pieces by Ye Wuyou. (End of this chapter)