My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 67: Fairy in the Painting and Eyeball
Wu Zulong was thrown aside, and under the murderous intent, Old Liu's body was chopped into pieces in an instant with the flash of a knife.

Looking at the pile of minced meat on the ground, Ye Wuyou turned around, picked up the knife, and walked towards Wu Zulong, whose arm was already broken.

A hint of fear appeared in Wu Zulong's timid eyes, and then he turned and ran away without looking back.

But in Ye Wuyou's eyes, that figure was full of flaws.

With the blessing of burning blood, he moved faster than his opponent and reached the opponent in just a few steps.

No words needed, just cut it off with one blow.

There was a hint of viciousness in his fearful eyes.

An unknown energy gathered on Wu Zulong's body, and then he stretched out his only remaining arm, faced the blade, and stabbed towards Ye Wuyou's heart.

Ye Wuyou was a little surprised, but the blade in his hand did not stop.

Trading his life for injury? Could this dude do such a thing?

"My previous wish was not to die! Accept the price."

Wu Zulong screamed madly and heartbreakingly.

After becoming stronger, he made two more wishes.

One is to kill Ye Wuyou.

One is immortality, but the price is that he becomes part of the painting.

The fairy in the painting did not elaborate on how it happened, but said that he would be immortal from now on.

Of course he would not agree to such a weird thing, but now he had no choice.

Old Liu's figure appeared again at some point. The condensed flesh foam turned into a formless person. At this moment, he flashed behind Ye Wuyou and smashed down with his magical powers.

The blade chopped down, bringing up a great head.

Wu Zulong's stab grazed Ye Wuyou's heart, leaving a bloody mark.

But Ye Wuyou's figure also fell to the ground. Even with the protection of the "Ghost", he could not resist the attack of the Fourth Realm.

But as soon as he fell to the ground, Ye Wuyou stood up and flew, using the huge force to rush towards a room.

No matter how many times you kill "Old Liu", it is useless because he is a dead man.

Just like the man in brocade robe and the group of rotting corpses in the village before.

The only way to put an end to all this is to destroy the original object, that is, the painting.

Old Liu's body, which was made of flesh foam, reappeared in front of Ye Wuyou, blocking his way.

"Go away!"

The blade flickered, and the little remaining energy burst out again, and another sword move created wind and thunder.

"Is this the only move you have?" The human figure condensed from the meat foam slightly staggered, and then let out a sharp drake voice.

This old Liu who came back from the dead has no soul and no Dharma appearance, but his aura and magical moves are still the real four-level great magical powers.

The three minutes of blood-burning are almost over.

There is very little Qi left.

There were wounds on the chest and back, and blood was dripping.

Wu Zulong, whose body was separated from his body, slowly stood up, picked up his head, and then put it back on his body crookedly, with a trembling but excited voice coming out of his mouth.

"I, I'm not dead?"

Ye Wuyou was too lazy to look back.

There is no life left in that guy, and now he is like a dead man speaking.

I wonder if the mother that my father Ye Changsheng saw before was this kind of person.

The dark blue ghost hand crashed down, and countless deep pits appeared on the corridor.

Old Liu stood still inside, surrounded by energy.

"I see. Your thing has limited power. It's OK to attack by relying on others not being able to see you, but if you master the distance and power, it's just this bad."

The dark blue veins have gradually spread across the entire shoulder and are still extending.

If you continue to use it, it will get closer to your heart.

Two deep holes appeared on Mr. Liu's face, which was no longer in human form.

"Boy, why don't you give me your eyes and I will ensure that you have an intact body..." His words revealed greed.

[I can’t stand it, I simply can’t stand it. How dare these two ghosts in the painting speak so arrogantly in front of you?]

"How dare you, two minions in the painting, speak so arrogantly in front of me?" Ye Wuyou said slowly.

He thought this was a bit stupid, but it was useful.

At least the other party was a little stunned when he heard what I said.

"I'm not some accomplice... I'm Wu Zulong." Wu Zulong's voice came from behind, a little confused.

Ye Wuyou didn't care, he was just stalling for time.

The battle in the sky was about to end, and the bald practitioner's head had fallen into the pond.

At the same time, he hopes the narration can be useful.

Of course, if one wants to enter into a state of “selflessness”, then forget it, but at least the road is not at the end of the road yet.

[Can you stand this? The more you look at the flesh jumping in front of you, the more annoyed you become. However, he is very interested in your eyes and wants to use them to turn into a complete remains. It's ridiculous. It's just a small piece of trash turning into a big piece of trash.] [The guy behind is still struggling. He is a waste at the moment. It's better to kill him first. Otherwise, when he is completely turned into a ghost, you will have to contribute 20% of your strength instead of 10% of your strength.]

Killing him is easy, but what about the jumping meat in front of me?
[You sneered three times, then dug your eyes out directly, out of sight, out of mind]

Ye Wuyou had nothing to say.

Old Liu walked down the steps and came towards us step by step.

"Do you want to continue struggling, or should I let you delay for a while?"

Ye Wuyou stepped back slightly and looked at the mass of meat in front of him.

"Are you the Wu family's worshiper, or the ghost of the painting?"

Mr. Liu was speechless.

Ye Wuyou turned and stepped back, looking at Wu Zulong, whose eyes were half black and half white, a mixture of madness and cowardice, and asked a question.

"who are you?"

Wu Zulong was frightened by Ye Wuyou's fierce eyes and took a step back, but then he gritted his teeth and said.

"I'm telling you, I'm now immortal. You can't kill me. You'll only die here."

Ye Wuyou understood who the other person was.

The Tianyan in his hand flashed away, and the black man collapsed and disappeared.

I have used Tian Yan more than ten times in the past two days, and I have even developed a resistance to it because of my own weirdness as the price to pay.

But Ye Wuyou had already seen that scene.

That is the way out.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his eye socket tightly, and then pulled it out.

"You really want to get out, don't you? Get out of here, you bastard."

Ye Wuyou took out the strange eyeball covered in blood and threw it towards Wu Zulong behind him.

"I'll give you a chance, I hope you won't fail. Think about what that painting is." Ye Wuyou sneered.

Wu Zulong didn't understand this.

But Ye Wuyou might not mean what he said.

The scarlet eyeball emitted a strange light and penetrated directly into Wu Zulong's body.

At the same time, Ye Wuyou was blown away by Liu Lao's palm.

Old Liu was startled for a moment, and then he subconsciously rushed towards the eyeball.

That painting was a strange object that was tainted with the aura of the Great Dao, and so was this eyeball.

Although Ye Wuyou had never seen it with his own eyes, it was obvious that the two strange creatures wanted to swallow each other. According to the narration, they wanted to turn into real remains of the avenue.

Neither of them is complete, so I want to complete it myself.

However, when facing those things, his own "ghost" remained unchanged.

Because it is completely weird in itself, and has absolutely no desire to devour those weird things.

And the ghost is very loyal, it just wants to occupy his body.

There was a roar behind him, and Wu Zulong, who was now only a wreckage left, soared into the sky with a strange red light flashing in his eyes.

"The ghost in the painting is weird. So that's what it is. It wants to control me. Hahahaha, I understand. I've finally gotten the fucking enlightenment."

The painting is a strange thing, and the ghosts it controls also have an extremely faint smell of debris.

But how can this little bit of breath compare to a complete eyeball?
Moreover, Wu Zulong had not been completely controlled at that time.

Just like the fox demon that was possessed by this eyeball, Wu Zulong is now also the carrier of that eyeball.

Old Liu was stunned for a moment, but then realized something, turned around and rushed towards the room.

But his pace stopped.

In the room, Ye Wuyou walked out slowly.

His body was covered in blood, his chest was charred, and there was only a black eye socket left at his right eye, with blood flowing out of it.

Dark blue veins and blood vessels spread across his entire left arm and half of his torso.

He no longer looks like a human being.

But the corners of his mouth still outlined an extremely crazy smile.

Two ghostly blue hands gently grasped the scroll.

The faceless woman in the painting was shaking madly.

Mr. Liu's face was extremely gloomy. If he had the nerve...

"Hahaha, I finally figured it out." Wu Zulong's crazy laughter was heard in the air.

"Hahahaha, you're a piece of meat, you don't even have a face, but why do you still look so ugly?" Ye Wuyou pointed at Old Liu and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha."

"Hahahahaha!"

(End of this chapter)