My practice narration is weird.

The ninth level of the Heavenly Prison.

The dim candlelight lit up little by little with the sound of footsteps.

The soil has turned black and rotten due to years of lack of sunlight, and there are some blood-stained steps, and that one... broken stone pillar standing in the center.

This is the full view of the ninth floor.

【Shintoism·Copy】

Even though he had known this before, even though he had seen this scene before, when he walked up to it, Ye Wuyou's eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The erosion has reached its extreme, [Ghost] [Ghost Door Coffin] [Retrace] [Forget]...

At this moment, Ye Wuyou could clearly feel that they were devouring him.

"Time is running out, do you still want to consider it?"

Lu Qingshan walked over from the side, stepping into the darkness where the candlelight could not reach.

Have you considered it?
How could he not consider it, even if Lu Qingshan promised him that he would help him in unspeakable ways, allowing him to occupy the [copied] self and get rid of these strange erosions.

But Ye Wuyou naturally had to prepare for the worst possible scenario.

Looking at the Shinto pillar that was so close, Ye Wuyou thought for a moment and asked.

"To others, are the current me and the copied Ye Wuyou the same?"

Ye Wuyou thought of Qu Wuyi.

It's a very ridiculous thing. Even though Ye Wuyou knows in his heart that the current 'Qu Wuyi' is a [copy] of the existence, the original Qu Wuyi is no longer there.

Even though Qu Wuyi had changed his gender, Ye Wuyou didn't feel anything strange about Qu Wuyi before.

Lu Qingshan's voice came with a hint of smile.

"So that's what you're worried about. It's not wrong to plan ahead, but you should be more decisive."

Ye Wuyou turned his head and looked at Lu Qingshan, who spoke calmly.

"Ye Wuyou, do you think that I am the same as the copied Lu Qingshan right now?"

"..."

Different.

In his own eyes, he could distinguish between the two Lu Qingshan.

Ye Wuyou suddenly understood something, then smiled gently, stretched out his fingertips and tapped his right eye.

"If I fail, then, it's up to you."

Ye Wuyou muttered to himself.

His right eye blinked, as if he understood what Ye Wuyou meant.

The calm pupils could not suppress the excitement in the big eyeballs.

It seemed to have been waiting for this day for a long time.

Lu Qingshan on the side glanced at Ye Wuyou, and frowned slightly at his little action.

everything's ready.

Ye Wuyou stood quietly in front of the Shinto pillar, cut his fingertips, and a trace of blood flowed out.

[Shinto Technique: Copy] is not as difficult to learn as Tian Yan, which can shrink the earth into an inch. It has no threshold, but one person can only use [Copy] once.

The light shines brightly in this dark dungeon.

Ye Wuyou took a step back and sat cross-legged, his decayed soul ready to leave his body at any time.

According to the plan, the moment his "copy" comes out, he will forcibly "take over" the other party.

As for the weirdness being bound to the soul and how to get rid of the erosion, Lu Qingshan only said one sentence.

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

Lu Qingshan said that the method was unspeakable, but the fact that Lu Qingshan had escaped death and was still alive in front of him was undoubtedly the best evidence.

Ye Wuyou chose to believe.

Of course, even if you don’t believe it, there is no better way right now.

The scattered light slowly condensed at this moment, and the endless white light seemed to have a shape at this moment.

Those were threads emitting light.

If you look closely, you will see that it is composed of countless extremely tiny light spots like sand.

The white silk threads continued to stretch from all sides, but after extending to a certain extent, they slowly retracted.

The silk threads emitting a faint glow were now floating around the dim dungeon. No breath could be detected, but they were floating for no reason, like fish swimming in the air without support.

The light passed through Ye Wuyou's body and Lu Qingshan's body.

These lights have shape but no substance.

The threads gathered, continuously wrapped and entangled, forming a skeleton in the human-shaped light ball, followed by countless thin meridians and blood vessels...

Even Ye Wuyou couldn't help but show shock at this moment.

No matter what kind of magical power it is, no matter what realm it is, no one has been able to do all of this before.

Because this is the creation of man. Because this is the creation of life.

From nothing.

What kind of magical power is Shintoism?
The light condensed bit by bit, and under Ye Wuyou's fixed gaze, it gathered into a figure opposite him and in front of him.

Ye Wuyou!
The aura, state, and appearance are exactly the same.

Ye Wuyou appeared in the light, but he seemed not fully awake at the moment, with his eyes closed and no reaction at all.

opportunity.

Lu Qingshan suddenly jumped out, and with a wave of his hand, he had already placed an invisible restriction around the copied 'Ye Wuyou'.

"It's now."

Ye Wuyou no longer hesitated.

The soul left the body directly, and the broken soul exuded a decaying aura, with countless strange things entangled on it.

As long as I can reach that body.

Ye Wuyou, who had not yet awakened, naturally allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

But at the moment when Ye Wuyou's soul was about to arrive.

The 'Ye Wuyou' in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of ruthlessness and sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You think I'm really not awake!"

The magical power bloomed brilliantly in this dark dungeon, but it was about to crush Ye Wuyou's soul in front of him.

In response to him, the ghost hand of the [Ghost] suddenly fell down.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm and he said nothing. He had thought of all this a long time ago.

How could his own clone surrender so easily, not to mention that the other party possessed all his magical powers and skills.

But it doesn't matter.

The Ye Wuyou created by [Shinto Technique·Copy] possesses everything of his own, including his magical powers, realm, and memories.

But it can't be replicated... weird.

The strength of both parties is exactly the same, so how could I, with my weirdness, not be able to suppress this fake in front of me?
As expected, Ye Wuyou was suppressed at this moment, and his soul was approaching the opponent's body.

The ghost hand stretched out and peeled Ye Wuyou's soul from his body bit by bit.

Ye Wuyou subconsciously wanted to escape, but the restrictions set by Lu Qingshan beforehand restrained his body invisibly.

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, but then he felt that his soul was being devoured bit by bit by the other party.

"Not fair, not fair... rematch, rematch, rematch!"

Ye Wuyou was shouting like a madman at this moment, but his breath did not stagnate. Instead, it rose infinitely and became gradually terrifying.

No matter which Ye Wuyou it is, whether it is genuine or a fake, almost all of them retain their unique characteristics.

"Want to swallow me? Fuck you! If I don't live well, neither will you. No one will live well. Neither of us will live!"

He's going to explode.

Ye Wuyou also realized all of this. He felt that he was about to self-destruct at this moment, and a trace of anxiety appeared in his heart.

Why hasn’t Lu Qingshan taken action yet?

The weirdness was still tightly attached to his soul.

How on earth was he going to help me?

Lu Qingshan, who had been standing in the shadows silently, finally took action.

He stared at the copied 'Ye Wuyou', and some strange power emerged and appeared on him.

The moment the strange aura emerged, the two Ye Wuyou realized something at the same time.

It was a very familiar smell.

【Forgotten】

It is the other half of [forgetfulness].

Ye Wuyou only possesses half of the [Forgetfulness].

The scope of effect of [Forget] is only limited to oneself.

Then the other half is [forgotten].

Is to let others forget.

But on whom exactly is Lu Qingshan using [Forget] now?
Ye Wuyou's body tensed, as if an invisible hand was binding him tightly, making him unable to move.

Consciousness suddenly became blurred.

A clear voice was heard.

However, the two Ye Wuyou, who were fighting desperately at the moment, were both stunned in place.

"Narrator, don't do it!" (End of this chapter)