My practice narration is weird

"Ye Wuyou, are you a human?"

In most cases, this sentence is often the beginning of quarrels and disputes, or a one-sided accusation.

But at this moment, it is just the literal meaning.

Ye Wuyou has no mood or energy to care about Xia Anmeng's madness at this moment. He just stared at the painful face of the woman under him, with a silent expression.

"I have a method called soul division, which can save my disciple..."

After hearing this, Ye Wuyou's expression changed slightly, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

The soul division method is actually what Xia Anmeng used before. It is a method that only those with great supernatural powers in the middle three realms can use.

As a remnant soul that has survived for hundreds of years, Xia Anmeng's control of the soul is naturally perfect, otherwise he would not have divided a part of his soul power to Lu Caiwei to resist erosion.

"But the premise of this method is that it needs people to perform it." Xia Anmeng said calmly.

The scene was quiet for a moment, and Ye Wuyou almost laughed out of anger.

"You think I'm not a human? Then what would I be?"

"Strange." Xia Anmeng said calmly.

Ye Wuyou was startled at first, and then he was furious.

This pair of master and apprentice is really interesting.

First, the beautiful apprentice pointed a sword at herself and asked what she was, and then this stinky woman who had lived for hundreds of years asked strange questions, saying that she was strange.

Is it so difficult to be a human?

Xia Anmeng did not explain too much. As soon as she thought about it, the soul-dividing method emerged clearly in Ye Wuyou's mind.

He can see strangeness, is not afraid of erosion, can use other people's magical skills at will, and can point out his own state with one word...

Such a person is just a little jailer whose real cultivation has not even reached the first realm?

Moreover, the biggest doubt is that when Lu Caiwei first discovered him, the other party had no breath at all.

The clumsy lies made up by Ye Wuyou can deceive Lu Caiwei, but they can't deceive Xia Anmeng, a thousand-year-old fox.

So she taught Ye Wuyou the soul-dividing method.

After all, the weird is not a human, or even a living creature.

There is no soul!

Does he dare to use it?

Xia Anmeng is waiting to see.

Ye Wuyou was too lazy to argue with Xia Anmeng at this moment, and visualized the method in his mind.

It was so funny, I couldn't understand it at all.

[The stinky woman is so cruel. She gave you the soul-dividing method that can only be performed by the middle three realms. I'm afraid it will destroy your soul. But you are so talented that the soul-dividing method has become another strange method in the world with a little improvement]

The complicated method slowly twisted, and then turned into new words in Ye Wuyou's mind.

[Soul Control Sutra - Life and Death Brand]

This method requires the person being cast to be quiet and unable to move.

He glanced at Lu Caiwei, whose delicate body was trembling under him, twisting and shaking in pain, and then silently said "Sorry."

"Duang!"

Does it sound good? Good sound is a good start.

After rubbing his aching hands, Ye Wuyou performed the so-called improved soul-splitting method without any hesitation.

This method is obviously useful, after all, it caused the dog barking in the narration.

As for the other strange method in the world that he called improved, Ye Wuyou could not see it, after all, there was no comparison.

But it was already a magical thing to improve it to the point that he could understand it.

Xia Anmeng watched this scene and frowned slightly.

Instead of asking me how to perform the technique, he knocked out his apprentice... After all, he was exposed, weirdness is just weirdness after all.

But soon, she was stunned.

Because she really saw Ye Wuyou performing the soul-splitting method.

This... How did he learn it?

He can split the soul, so he is not weird?

Xia Anmeng was a little absent-minded, but then she thought of something.

She wanted to stop Ye Wuyou from continuing to perform this method.

The lower three realms, or even guys like Ye Wuyou who don't have a real cultivation level, forcibly use the soul-splitting method, is to seek death.

Xia Anmeng was just trying to test it. Don't let that happen. Not only will his apprentice not be saved, but Ye Wuyou's soul will also dissipate.

"Stop, this method is not something you can use."

"Your soul is not strong enough, you will only get yourself involved."

Ye Wuyou turned a deaf ear to it.

I just think this woman is probably a little sick.

She started to test me with harsh words, and now I really used this method, and it reminds me again.

What did I do earlier?

Whether you are a villain or a saint, you have to go all the way to the end, you know, jumping back and forth will only make people evil.

Hiss, it hurts a little...

It hurts, it hurts too much.

Ye Wuyou felt like something was being pulled out of his body and then into his brain, and finally fell lightly onto Lu Caiwei.

After doing all this, Ye Wuyou let out a long breath, and then felt dizzy in his head and relaxed.

After all, it was a magical power that could only be performed by the middle three realms. No matter how much it was improved, it was still a bit forced...

...

"Senior, is this the soul-dividing method you mentioned?"

Ye Wuyou was sitting on the ground at this moment, holding his head, and his voice was a little hoarse.

In front of him, Lu Caiwei, who originally looked painful, now had a calm face, standing quietly with a sword in a white dress.

Xia Anmeng silently watched the scene in front of her, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

What happened now obviously refreshed her cognition of so many years of practice, so that she began to think about whether it was possible for the weird to have a soul.

But this question obviously couldn't be thought of, so she had to give up.

"I can only say that your soul seems to be born much stronger than ordinary people." After a long silence, Xia Anmeng could only say this.

Ye Wuyou was not surprised.

Since there is really such a thing as soul, then as a soul-crosser, no matter how bad other conditions are, the soul must be stronger than others...

"How do you feel now?"

Hearing Ye Wuyou's words, Lu Caiwei clenched the sword in her hand, with a somewhat tangled and confused look on her face.

"I, I, I feel very strange, very clear, but my body does not feel like my own."

"Normal, you are using my soul now... How to say it, at that time, you only had a little bit of your own soul left." Ye Wuyou gestured to her.

Just as Xia Anmeng, as a residual soul of the sixth realm, was also afraid of this strange erosion, when Ye Wuyou's soul entered the body, he found that the "soul" in Lu Caiwei's body had been exhausted.

If it was a few minutes later, or if it was delayed a little, then there would be no need to talk about splitting the soul or destroying the five senses, just collect the body directly.

If Ye Wuyou took back the split soul at this moment, then even if he left this prison, the other party would be like a "living dead".

After explaining this, Ye Wuyou said in his heart.

"I know, senior, you suspect that I am not human... but it doesn't matter, when I get to that cage, the truth will naturally come out."

Ye Wuyou sighed, and a strong sense of fatigue came over his mind.

Then he looked at Lu Caiwei, who immediately understood.

The girl stood with a sword in her hand, standing at the border of this cycle.

The blood-stained white dress fluttered.

The familiar sense of oppression that Ye Wuyou was familiar with came again.

The sword light fluttered, cutting off all the clutter!