My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 89 Heart Sutra Second Level - Living Beings
The actions of the two fourth-level masters, coupled with Bai Changzai's final fight for his life at all costs, caused a noise that resounded throughout the entire Fancheng.

At this moment, the practitioners from the sects in the city were like a swarm of locusts, jumping back and forth on the roofs, approaching here little by little.

In fact, someone noticed the movement here at first, but did not dare to get close.

If there are more people, we won’t be afraid.

The pig demon glanced at the increasing number of disciples from the sect and sneered, but did not take any action. Instead, he took a light step and flew into the air.

The pig demon exuded an aura of pressure from the four realms and was in mid-air. Many people's magical powers were unable to reach him and they could only watch this evil demon.

Even though it was a big monster, it had no idea of ​​facing so many disciples from the sect. It stayed here just to see that boy die.

The knife wounds on his body were still hurting slightly. The knife attack on the pig demon that Ye Wuyou had disguised for several days had indeed caused considerable damage.

"That's a fourth-level demon... Are you sure we should get closer?"

"Don't panic, there are some fearless people ahead of us, do you see them?"

"It's okay. Look, this Dharma image belongs to Senior Cangshan. What is he doing? Why isn't he getting rid of the demon?"

The sect disciples were whispering to each other, watching the fun, but they were very clear in their minds that the current scene was somewhat different from what they had imagined.

They originally thought that it was the human elders fighting against the four realms of demons, so they could cheer them on and shoot some arrows from the dark...

In the end, the two of them were at peace, and it didn't seem like they were fighting each other...

A sect disciple looked a little hesitant, looked carefully at the traces left around him, stretched out his finger, and pointed at a ruin below.

"I, why do I feel that Senior Cangshan is teaming up with that evil spirit..."

Then, there was an exclamation.

"Wait, that bloody guy in the ruins below, is he the heir of the national master?"

"Why isn't he moving? Is he dead?"

"Wait, Senior Cangshan... has taken action."

The giant statue, which already had cracks, stretched out a hand again.

Then, he slapped the figure in the ruins.

……

Ye Wuyou feels very strange now.

He fell in the ruins, with broken stones all around him. His eyes were stained with flowing blood, and he couldn't see clearly, but he seemed to be able to see very far away.

Noise, chaos, clamor... echoed in his ears and filled his mind.

It’s so noisy, really noisy, countless times louder than the narration.

Ye Wuyou was a little annoyed by the noisy sound, then gradually became distracted, and finally gradually turned into pain and mania that was almost like a collapse.

He opened his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Stop barking!"

Ye Wuyou in the ruins did not make any sound, because the sound resounded directly in his mind.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt himself calm down and extremely comfortable.

Quiet, quiet, extremely quiet.

It is so quiet that you can't even hear your own heartbeat. This is not quiet, this is the absence of any sound.

Ye Wuyou gradually felt uncomfortable. He could not hear any sound, but there was a ringing in his ears.

For the first time, he realized that even silence could be extremely uncomfortable.

Can't you let me be more normal and hear some less loud noises?
Ye Wuyou thought so, and then he really heard it.

Although it was still very noisy and somewhat chaotic, Ye Wuyou was still able to hear a few voices from the countless noises.

Some people were talking and whispering in low voices, their curiosity mixed with a hint of fear, as if they didn't dare to make any loud noises.

There were children crying loudly.

Someone roared, avenged his enemies, stabbed the monster with his sword.

Some people became greedy in the chaos and took advantage of the situation to rob and commit unjust acts.

As Ye Wuyou tried harder to listen, he felt more and it became clearer.

Panting, moaning, lewd laughter...sweet words, vows, finally turned into harsh curses.

Reciting poems, reading at night, getting on the imperial examination... integrity, ambition, ultimately turned into empty talk at the banquet.

The sound of flowing water in the mountains, the chirping of birds and insects, the blooming of new buds, and the emergence of butterflies from cocoons...

There are too many voices.

If the Six Realms Gods knew about all these feelings, they would probably go crazy.

This is the chance of sudden enlightenment that they have been searching for for a long time but don't know if they will ever get it. They can't get it, don't know when it will come, and don't know how much they will eventually realize.

So with this precious epiphany, what did Ye Wuyou realize?
[You have finally taken that step and comprehended the second level of the Formless Heart Sutra - the Form of All Living Beings...?]

The answer is that Ye Wuyou didn’t understand anything.

Because Ye Wuyou's talent for cultivation is not ideal.

He heard so much and felt so much, but his heart was calm, as if he was just watching from the sidelines.

I do not share the joys and sorrows of the world; I just think they are noisy.

Now, there is finally no more noise, and no more suffocating silence.

So Ye Wuyou reached out and wiped the blood from his eye sockets, revealing his eyes.

In his eyes, there is the purest compassion without any trace of triviality.

He silently stood up from the ruins and looked up at the giant statue.

The Dharma image was now extending his hand, ready to strike down with a palm strike.

Everything that was in my mind just now was just a moment of reality.

Ye Wuyou took a step forward.

[You finally took a step forward, no longer confined to yourself, and realized the true second level of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra]

【All beings have no form】

The energy of the broken sword in his hand poured out and gathered from the broken end into a three-foot green peak.

The giant's palm slammed down! The ground sank, forming a palm-print-like pit, and the surrounding houses trembled unbearably!
The gray-robed man who was enveloped by the Dharma image frowned slightly.

Did it fail?

For no reason, a sense of vigilance arose in the gray-robed man's heart. He then stood up and no longer stepped on the ground, but placed himself inside the giant's head.

This distance is very safe.

Ye Wuyou stood next to the palm, only half a foot away.

A huge gust of air blew up the torn sleeve, and the green peaks on the broken sword in his hand spread again.

The four-realm spiritual soul of Taoist Li that was previously devoured was now completely consumed and transformed into abundant energy.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the giant wanted to retract his hand.

Ye Wuyou remained unmoved.

Amid the smoke and dust that filled the entire street, there was a crisp sound of collapse.

The bloody figure, at this moment, stood up and danced on the giant's arm like a circling sparrow.

Where Qingfeng landed, the giant's arm broke into pieces layer by layer and disappeared into a shadow.

He stepped on the constantly breaking arm, stepped into the air step by step, and headed towards the giant's head.

The gray-robed man snorted softly and completely disintegrated the Dharmakaya's arms.

It's only the lower three realms. Without any fulcrum to leverage, exposing oneself in the air rashly is no different from seeking death.

A dark blue ghost hand flashed by under Ye Wuyou's feet.

Then, his figure suddenly disappeared from the sight of the gray-robed man.

Disappear? Hide?
It just happened too fast.

Ye Wuyou's figure had already appeared behind the giant's Dharma image, and the green peak spread by the aura instantly chopped off the giant's head.

The man in gray robe turned around and looked back with a sarcastic look on his face.

The green peak was stuck behind the Dharmakāya and could not move forward even an inch.

Obviously, the man in gray robe deliberately strengthened his defense.

"As a person in the lower third realm, you are already worthy of pride for being able to shatter the Dharmakaya..."

hum.

A streak of blood spread out and wrapped around the Dharmadhatu's head layer by layer, circle after circle.

This is the blood sacrifice method of the man in brocade robe that I learned before.

Ye Wuyou never used it because he disliked the fact that he would have to bleed himself when using it.

Now it is quite appropriate.

Ye Wuyou's expression became more compassionate, and he gently hooked his fingertips back.

The blood-colored thread turned into the sharpest blade and suddenly contracted, cutting off the head of the Dharma statue, revealing a human figure inside whose eyes were full of disbelief, but then turned into fear.

The compassion in Ye Wuyou's eyes disappeared and turned into kindness.

The ghost hand grabbed the gray-robed man who was trying to escape into the air and threw him to the ground with ease.

The figure fell to the ground like a cannonball, but when it was about to hit the ground, it once again activated its magical powers.

The giant stood up again with amazing momentum.

"Do you think you can kill me? Or do you think I can only condense a Dharma image once?"

Talk is one thing, thought is another.

This is the second realm?
This child cannot be kept.

The gray-robed man had murderous intent in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced. His thin figure threw a punch, and the giant did the same.

With just one punch, there were several magical powers, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Ye Wuyou's figure fell from mid-air, followed by his magical powers and giant fists. Amid the roars around him, his figure walked lightly and moved around.

The voice belonging to Ye Wuyou came through the magical power. The voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible, covering the roar.

"Don't misunderstand me, old senior. I'm not going to kill you. I just want to take a closer look at what your Dharma image is."

The gray-robed man paused, feeling it was a little funny.

"You ignorant boy, do you think you can understand my Dharma image..."

An illusory figure emerged behind Ye Wuyou, sometimes revealing a human form, and sometimes turning into an irregular object.

Ye Wuyou uttered a "huh", with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked humbly, "Why does my Dharma image have no shape? Does it have its own rules? How can it be condensed?"

The man in gray robe was speechless for a moment. He just stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his heart already filled with huge waves.

"Dharma-image..."

Dharmakāya is a unique magical power in the middle three realms. Of course, there are also some geniuses who are born with strong souls and can gain something when they initially explore the souls in the three realms of Yaoguang, and condense the virtual image of Dharmakāya.

But this kid is only at the second level, just the second level, and he has never even explored his soul...

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! It must be an illusion! Such a sinister illusion!"

"Don't even think about lying to me!"

There was anger in Ye Wuyou's eyes, he didn't understand.

Illusions have been proven to be the most useless magical power in the world, so why do some people still think they are under an illusion?
Three questions, but the other party didn't answer any of them...

Forget it, just condense a Dharma image at random.

So the phantom of the Dharma image behind him slowly changed and turned into the appearance of a middle-aged scholar.

I can't see his appearance clearly, but his figure is very similar to Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan is very strong, so his condensed Dharma image must also be very strong, right?

"Go ahead." Ye Wuyou said softly.

The gray-robed man roared at this moment, suppressing the confusion in his mind, and then used his magical powers again, waving out along with the giant's Dharma image.

Lu Qingshan's Dharma image also came in front of the giant.

Facing those magical powers, Lu Qingshan's shadow stood with his hands behind his back, not afraid at all.

There was a hint of anticipation in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

In an instant, Lu Qingshan's shadow was smashed to pieces, not even a speck of dust was left.

Ye Wuyou looked puzzled, wondering why it was so unbearable.

But the giant hand did not stop. After easily crushing Lu Qingshan's shadow, it attacked directly at a high speed.

Ye Wuyou was slapped away by a palm, crossed several streets, and landed in a shop.

The old man in gray robe chased after him recklessly, but was cautious to keep a distance from Ye Wuyou. He had seen through this boy.

They don’t have many magical powers, but each one is more ruthless than the other.

If he really gets close, he'll be enough to threaten the entire area.

Then keep your distance and smash him to pieces with your own fourth-level supernatural powers!

The grey-robed figure flew into the air, shouted loudly, and his aura swirled around him, blowing away the clouds.

A huge illusory palm print condensed in the air and gradually solidified!

This is the true great supernatural power, the great supernatural power that transcends the three realms.

This palm strike was enough to destroy a small half of Fancheng! Several streets were completely devoid of life.

That kid definitely won't survive!
On several streets, panicked people were running around, the defenders in the city were constantly fighting with the monsters, and the cries and the sounds of fighting were mixed together.

Countless sect disciples who were watching were all shocked, but what they cared about was not how ruthless this magical power was, but...

"Is Senior Cangshan going to destroy Fancheng?"

"If this palm strike kills tens of thousands of people, then there will be thousands of lives..."

"Such behavior is no different from the devil's way. No, I said the wrong thing. Don't look at me."

The man in gray hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, a figure flashed out from the shop, and his body kept stepping in the air, as if something was giving him strength.

In the blink of an eye, it flew in front of me.

His body was swift and he didn't look injured at all.

"you……"

Ye Wuyou punched the gray-robed old man in the face, teeth and blood foam splashed, interrupting the other party's words.

Then, he inserted the broken knife in his hand directly into the opponent's chest and twisted it gently.

The bright red liquid flowed out along the handle of the knife and splashed everywhere.

"Old Senior, why did you hesitate just now? You clearly had the chance to kill me."

The gray-robed man is certainly not dead. As long as his spirit and soul are indestructible, he is not considered dead.

He could even control his body and stretched out his hands to display his magical powers.

Ye Wuyou pressed one hand on the blade and gently held the other person's hand that was about to make a gesture with the other hand.

He looked at the old man with pity.

The two palms are crossed, with their fingers connected to their hearts.

Using the knife handle as a fulcrum, he exerted force suddenly, and the gray-robed man let out a scream, but his right hand was torn apart, revealing his flesh and bones.

"Old senior, if I were you, I would definitely not hesitate."

As Ye Wuyou spoke, he twisted the handle of the knife and then gently pulled out one of the other person's ribs.

"Haha, you, you evil cultivator!" The gray-robed man laughed miserably.

"Demon cultivator?" Ye Wuyou was slightly stunned, then shook his head slightly.

"Old senior, you are obsessed. I just saw some things and understood a truth. All living things are equal. Humans, monsters, birds, flowers and grass, the essence of life is the same."

"If these streets were full of evil spirits and I was the only one trapped inside, I think the old senior would be happy to help."

Ye Wuyou said calmly, and then punched the old man's cheekbone again, knocking him down from mid-air.

But while falling, Ye Wuyou stepped on the dark blue ghost hand with his toes, and quickly flew under the old man and hit him with his knee.

The old man's figure kept jumping up and down in the air, gradually becoming more miserable.

He laughed bitterly in his heart. This kid was simply torturing him. Was it because his companion died?
He had already condensed his soul and wanted to leave his body, but Ye Wuyou punched him back into his body, and he had to endure the pain.

This kid was able to control his spirit and soul, and even forcibly seized a part of his spirit and soul to replenish his own energy...

I can't fight, but I can't escape, and I can't escape.

The grey-robed old man shouted with anger and unwillingness.

"Ye Wuyou, you are just like Lu Qingshan, both of you are beasts who regard human life as worthless, and both of you are evil cultivators who deserve to be killed!"

When Ye Wuyou heard this, he was not angry but happy, "Oh, so my master also understood this truth?"

The gray-robed old man had only one eye left, and it trembled at this moment.

The person in front of me has completely different ideas from me...

A sense of unwillingness suddenly arose in his heart, and then the unwillingness turned into a desire to live. He desperately burst out his last bit of energy and turned around to flee.

Ye Wuyou smiled, rushed in front of him, and stepped on his waist with his right foot.

The old man bent his body, and a force of gravity spread throughout his body, shattering all his energy, and then he smashed heavily to the ground.

Ye Wuyou felt something in his heart and looked towards the ground.

It was a street corner.

A little girl was sitting on the ground crying loudly. She was holding the hand of a woman, who had fallen to the ground, lifeless.

The child was surrounded by the corpses of demons and humans.

The demon is already dead. I think the sect disciples killed it and then left. How could they have time to take care of a child?

The figure of the gray-robed old man fell from mid-air, like a meteor bomb, smashing down on his head.

The girl didn't seem to realize this and continued crying.

The ragged young man, now full of energy, came quickly, punched the old man again, then leaned over and said something to the girl.

The gray-robed man fell in the middle of the street, motionless, breathing out but not in.

Ye Wuyou then slowly came over, looked at the old man in gray robe, and then kicked him again, pressing half of his body into the ground.

The gray-robed old man was too weak to struggle. He just glanced at the corner of the street and asked casually.

"You beast, what did you say to that child?"

"I asked her what her name was and whether everyone in her family had died." Ye Wuyou looked sad.

"And then?" The gray-robed old man wanted to laugh.

"She said her parents were dead. I told her to stay here and someone would come to pick her up soon." Ye Wuyou sighed softly.

The gray-robed man was stunned for a moment, and then finally laughed, his laughter was extremely unrestrained.

"Is it funny?" Ye Wuyou looked puzzled.

"You are such a hypocrite, you are such a liar!"

"Is this what you call equality for all? I hesitated for a moment because of thousands of lives, what about you?"

"According to what you said, what's the difference between this girl's life and that of a demon? If she died, she died. Why did you go out of your way to save her?"

The grey-robed old man had a frightened look on his face and half of his body was twitching crazily.

Ye Wuyou's eyes showed pity. He looked at the old man who was laughing crazily, feeling like he was looking at something very stupid.

If you want to save him, then save him. If you want to kill him, then kill him. Why do you need to ask me this simple question separately?

He leaned down gently, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked the old man's head.

"Old Senior still doesn't understand. The sentient beings I'm talking about are you."

Then, press down.

All that was left of the old man was a bloody head.

The gray-robed man had gone mad. He was mumbling unconsciously, "We? All living things? Equality?"
Ye Wuyou raised his foot and finally stepped heavily on the old man's head. The huge force directly shattered the old man's body.

The soul left the body and tried to escape, but was grabbed by the ghost hand and slowly swallowed.

Looking at the old man's soul shadow, Ye Wuyou looked calm.

His eyes swept around, across the dilapidated houses, and towards the little girl who had stopped crying in a daze.

He glanced at the group of disciples from the sect who would have dared to watch a fight between the four realms, but were now standing far away and did not dare to get close at all.

He withdrew his gaze, shook his head slightly, and walked towards the empty city gate.

No one could stop him now.

He walked on the streets littered with human and demon corpses, chanting softly to himself.

"Below me, all beings are equal."

No, I have to write a post about the heroine
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