My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 8: Sword Rising
Very strange man.

At least that's what Xia Anmeng, who is possessed at the moment, thinks.

Although her own strength is low, she is not affected by the erosion of this place, and can also point out her own situation in one sentence.

And... why is this body so suitable for my soul?
Xia Anmeng was confused, but that was the fact.

It is true that a residual soul can take over another body and be reborn, but it is not as simple as drinking water and eating as one might imagine.

Unless one is practicing some magic technique, the "adaptability" and "rejection" of the original body will have a great influence.

Take Lu Caiwei as an example... Although Xia Anmeng had no intention of harming her apprentice, even when possessing her, she could only bring a slight improvement in her realm.

It also consumes one's own soul power.

The skills and techniques that one has mastered cannot directly have an effect on the opponent.

But, it seems different for Ye Wuyou.

There is no rejection, no incompatibility. If Xia Anmeng herself is willing, she can even let the other party master the moves she has learned in an instant.

Xia Anmeng was moved.

But in the end, I made a vow to the devil...

[The bitch has some ill intentions towards you at the moment. You have already anticipated this, so you simply take advantage of her and use yourself as a furnace and her spirit as a cauldron to have a thrilling spiritual intercourse... After this, your realm will improve by leaps and bounds, and great achievements will be achieved.]

Cow batch.

Even though Ye Wuyou was already used to it, he still paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then continued walking towards the aisle ahead.

The corridor was pitch black, the candle had burned out, leaving only the sword in his hand, which emitted a cold light even in the darkness.

As for the stuttering little Lu Caiwei, she was now lying quietly behind him, sleeping soundly with even breathing.

As a master, Xia Anmeng still fulfilled her duties.

He gave up a portion of his own soul power and left it on Lu Caiwei as a temporary capital to resist erosion.

It also allows Lu Caiwei to take a short break.

After all, three days and three nights of continuous surveillance, coupled with attacks in the middle, had already pushed her condition to the limit.

But even so, this soul power is still time-limited and cannot be replenished.

After all, Xia Anmeng said very bluntly that it was impossible for her to reach the point where her soul disappeared.

If a solution is not found yet, Lu Caiwei might just have to sleep forever.

Instead of sitting and waiting to die and wasting time, it is better to take the initiative to break the deadlock.

Fortunately, with the presence of Xia Anmeng, the remnant soul of the sixth realm from who knows how many years ago, Ye Wuyou finally obtained some valuable information.

First, between the weirdness and the weirdness, unless there are special circumstances, the two weirdnesses will not interfere with each other.

Secondly, each weirdness has only one magical power, and the manifestation of the magical power is not necessarily to kill, but the magical power is irresistible.

Third, the weirdness can be killed but cannot be eliminated. Even if a powerful person with great magical powers crushes the weirdness, as time passes, the killed weirdness will appear anywhere in the world.

Finally, this is the point that prompted Ye Wuyou to make this decision.

The strangely locked cage is a self-contained place that can isolate itself from all weirdness and erosion.

It's like, if you're lucky, you just need to kill one monster, then take over the other's cage and lock yourself in it.

At least, I can survive here for a long time.

but……

In the silent corridor, Ye Wuyou stopped.

Even if it was only because of Xia Anmeng's possession that Ye Wuyou temporarily gained the second level of cultivation, it was enough for him to see the darkness before him.

In the dark corridor, a piece of white paper was pasted on the wall, swaying gently.

Although it has changed its form, this is the third time Ye Wuyou has seen it.

The white mask was just hanging on the wall, without any movement.

"There is a strange smell on the right wall in front."

Xia Anmeng reminded herself in her heart.

The insight of the Sixth Realm is terrifying, but it is just terrifying.

She also couldn't see it as clearly as Ye Wuyou.

Restraining the urge to draw his sword, Ye Wuyou walked towards the depths of the aisle ahead without changing his expression.

Once the goal is clear, any unnecessary battle is unnecessary.

Besides, what kind of "magical power" does that strange white jelly skin have?
Judging from the previous manipulation of the dead corpses, it seems that he is possessed...

a long time……

The white jelly skin was still attached to the wall, swaying gently.

And Ye Wuyou's figure, just like at the beginning, walked from one end of the aisle.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Ye Wuyou said calmly.

"How long have we been walking?" Xia Anmeng responded after a moment's hesitation.

"About a quarter of an hour from the time we set out."

A quarter of an hour is enough for a person with healthy limbs to run back and forth twice along the eighth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

But Ye Wuyou was still walking in this dark corridor and there was no prison in sight.

Hmm...in the past, this thing was called "ghost wall"?
It seems that he has fallen into the hands of some strange "magical power"?

But isn’t this seemingly low-level “ghost wall” cycle just a little trick?
"Senior, did you notice anything unusual just now?"

Xia Anmeng, who was called a senior, was stunned for a moment and remained silent for a while before responding.

“Never noticed.”

She really didn't notice anything unusual.

Although the remnant soul of the sixth realm is no longer as powerful as before, its knowledge and insight have not diminished in the slightest.

If she couldn't find anything unusual, then this little trick wasn't that simple.

"Ghost Wall" is also a cycle, and the Möbius strip is also a cycle. Who can say it is simple?

"Why don't you remove the tricky thing on the wall?" Xia Anmeng was puzzled.

Ye Wuyou sighed.

"Senior, didn't you realize that this thing is trapped here just like us?"

Xia Anmeng's heart paused, but then Ye Wuyou moved.

With the temporary improvement of the cultivation realm, the operation of "Heart Sutra without Form" became more and more harmonious.

During the three days of sitting in silence in the prison, Ye Wuyou did not do nothing.

The "Formless Heart Sutra" has already been circulated thoroughly in his mind and body.

Ye Wuyou had some doubts before, as this Heart Sutra only provided methods of practice, but other than that, it did not contain any other techniques.

Without a set of supporting moves, even if one reaches the highest level of cultivation, one is at most equivalent to a warrior with an exaggerated face plate but no skills.

But as your realm improves, all problems disappear like ice and snow melting into spring water.

The "Heart Sutra of No Form" does not require any techniques at all.

There is no perfect move in the world, or rather...

The best things in the world are always in the hands of others.

The bright sword light shines.

It was still the same sword, but the person holding it was not the same woman as before.

The sword rises.

Wind and thunder.

Just like the moves Lu Caiwei used before, it appeared out of thin air in this aisle.

……

Is weirdness intelligent?

Ye Wuyou thinks so.

At least, there is a certain instinctive thinking.

Otherwise, the white monster would not have tried to test him again and again, and even wanted to kill him and others.

Since Lu Caiwei couldn't see it, she looked at it closely without paying any attention.

Because he thought Ye Wuyou couldn't see it, he stuck it on the wall without restraint.

When the sword flashed, the sharp sword intent shattered it into pieces, leaving only a palm-sized dot, and the white frozen substance actually began to tremble.

But when Ye Wuyou stepped on it with his foot, and even grabbed it accurately with his hand, the last bit of luck was gone.

The voice of Xia Anmeng in my mind gradually became more and more surprised, and finally turned into an exclamation of disbelief.

"How can you sense it? Or...you, can you see it?"

Ignoring the bitch's fuss, Ye Wuyou simply pinched the jelly-like dough in his hand and felt its soft touch.

Tsk... why does it feel like the 50-cent jelly slime I played with when I was a kid?

This thing is also called weird, or is it the remains of the road?
Ye Wuyou looked calmly at the thing in his hand and spoke word by word.

"You know how to get out of here, right?"

"Then lead the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Wuyou clenched his strange hand and swung it towards the wall.

"Snapped."

The white thing collided with the wall, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)