My practice narration is weird

There were several twisted cracks on the ground between the mountains and forests.

"What did you say? You still want to go up the mountain?" Xu Fang shouted.

"Ye Wuyou is our teammate. No matter what he did to the monster before, even if the mission fails, we have to go back together." Lin Qingqing's face was solemn, but her words were firm.

In the previous earthquake, a huge crack suddenly appeared between the three of them and Ye Wuyou, followed by a landslide, smoke and sand, and the two parties were all scattered.

The three had just experienced a "phantom" monster, and they had more injuries on their bodies. In addition, they had been traveling all night, and they were already exhausted physically and mentally.

At the moment, Xu Fang and Lin Qingqing had a dispute.

Xu Fang thought that they should go back to the foot of the mountain to rest, while Lin Qingqing thought that they needed to continue looking for people.

The two argued, but Bai Chang, who had been silent, spoke up.

"Lin Qingqing, I think we should leave here as soon as possible, instead of looking for that newcomer named Ye Wuyou. Don't you think these things are too weird?"

The two looked at Bai Changzai.

"From the beginning, I sensed the breath of the demon fox, then saw the beacon fire on the mountain, and then the inexplicable appearance of the demon beast, followed by the sudden earthquake. These things are nothing, but suddenly they come together. Don't you think there is something strange?"

Bai Changzai sighed. He might be the only calm person among the three.

"And the most abnormal thing is that I didn't pay attention to it just now, but you look at the injuries on your body."

Bai Changzai stretched out a hand, where there was a torn wound, but it was no longer bleeding.

"This doesn't look like the injury caused by the demon beast, but it looks like something else..." Bai Changzai said.

Lin Qingqing and Xu Fang were both stunned, and then began to carefully observe the scars on their bodies.

This kind of subtle laceration is indeed not like the one caused by the demon beast with a mouth bigger than a human...

"Dinglingling..."

What sound?

How can there be a bell sound?

The three people were shocked, but then the ground under their feet began to shake violently again.

"No, we must go back now, back to the foot of the mountain, no, exit the Yunwu Mountains!"

However, the second bell sounded.

"Dinglingling..."

The voice was a little hurried.

"What's going on? My head suddenly hurts... Xu Fang, what are you doing?"

Lin Qingqing stretched out her hands to hold her head, and the severe pain drilled wildly in her mind, but she caught a glimpse of Xu Fang walking towards somewhere with a wooden expression.

"This bell sound... is strange and will disturb people's minds." Bai Changzai's voice trembled slightly due to pain, but he seemed to be relatively sober.

But then, the third bell sounded.

"Dinglingling..."

This time, even Bai Changzai fell into confusion in an instant, and his body walked towards somewhere uncontrollably.

Lin Qingqing, Xu Fang, Bai Changzai, the three figures were stiff at this moment, their eyes were dull, and they walked in the mountains like a corpse.

If someone could still fly in the air and look down from above, they would be able to find the direction the three people were going.

Foot of the mountain, Yunwu Village.

…

Another earthquake?

The earthquake hindered the stalemate between Ye Wuyou and Bai Lu, but the sound of the bell that followed made them startled.

Although it was only a slight surprise, the three of them came back to their senses, but how could an ordinary bell affect the mind of a cultivator?

"This is... Damn it, this can't be the Qianhuan Purple Gold Bell?" Bai Lu seemed to have thought of something, and said in a sharp voice.

The sister who knew where the bell was died, and the Qianhuan sect member who knew how to control and use the bell also died.

Why would a magic weapon make a bell sound by itself?

She didn't know as much about the Qianhuan Purple Gold Bell as her sister, but she had been with the last disciple of the Qianhuan Sect for the past few days, and she had also vaguely learned some things.

The Qianhuan Purple Gold Bell, the treasure that the Qianhuan Sect accidentally obtained, is also the foundation of the founding of the sect.

The origin is unknown, but in the hands of Qianhuanmen, even a 4th realm leader can fight against the 6th realm.

Such a powerful treasure, logically speaking, should be carried by the lord.

But Qianhuanmen didn't have it. On the contrary, they seemed to be a little afraid of it, so they kept it on the shelf all day and kept it under strict supervision.

Combined with his sister... Although it was dead, it was so crazy to want to get the treasure, it could only be related to the demon fox clan.

In a flash of thought, the second bell rang again.

Then, the third one.

Dinglingling...

The cultivation of the third realm was as fragile as paper at this moment. No matter how Bai Lu and the remaining cloth-clothed man resisted, they could not stop the penetration of the bell.

The whole body was full of qi and magical means, even if you covered your ears, it was useless.

This bell rang directly in your head.

Bai Lu's eyes gradually became illusory and finally fell into darkness.

Then, like Lin Qingqing and the other two, they walked down the mountain stiffly and unconsciously.

They were heading to the same village.

There was another figure walking down the mountain with them.

The man in brocade robe had been pierced through the chest long ago, and he was dead without any breath.

But at this moment, he stood up stiffly and walked towards Yunwu Village.

But the ringing did not stop.

Perhaps it was because there was another person here.

For some reason, Ye Wuyou's figure appeared in the air at this moment, as if he was flying in the air.

This was something that only the middle three realms could do.

Unable to be seen by the naked eye, a dark blue figure emerged behind Ye Wuyou, and countless dark blue hands gathered together and turned into a ball, which was stepped on by Ye Wuyou.

The "ghost" lifted himself up with Ye Wuyou.

But at this time, Ye Wuyou's expression was no longer as dead as before, or in other words, his face had a few more human emotions.

His figure stood in the air, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that he was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

But he still laughed out loud.

"Okay, okay, I thought I was nothing but a remnant of the aura of the Great Dao. Now it has been refined into an artifact and barely has some spiritual intelligence. It is not even a remains. Do you think you can influence me?"

"Why don't you offer yourself up obediently? I will capture the white fox and hang it around my neck with a chain. This will be a home for your artifact."

"You must know that if you go against the will of heaven, you can still survive. If you go against me, you will have no chance of survival!"

Although the voice was still Ye Wuyou, the tone was completely different from before.

Extremely arrogant.

The fourth bell sounded again, and this time, the bell sound seemed to be a little heavier.

Ding-ling-ling.

Ye Wuyou's upper body was still motionless, but his legs could not stop shaking violently. Despite this, the man seemed to maintain some demeanor.

"No, it's just that. I am not afraid of the sound of the Great Dao, so how can I be convinced by your noise?"

"Not enough, come again, come again if you have the guts!"

The fifth bell sounded with a bang.

The ringtone was no longer crisp, but changed its tone and turned into a rapid sound.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were about to burst, and his whole body began to tremble.

There seemed to be a hammer in his mind, constantly smashing down crazily, almost driving him crazy.

Ye Wuyou wanted to say something, but at the same time, the sixth ringtone came without any gap.

It seemed that Ye Wuyou's behavior angered it.

Although the head was still there, there were bursts of roaring sounds coming from it, as if an electric drill entered the brain and exploded directly.

Consciousness dissipated in an instant, and the string called reason in the mind made a crisp buzzing sound, and then it also broke.

[How sad, how sad, you have already entered the realm of selflessness, you are invincible in the world, but now you are obsessed with this artifact]

[Despite this, you still have a backup plan, the remains of the avenue have already merged with you, this mirage can't disturb your mind at all]

[It's just a relic of the breath, nothing to be afraid of, when you wake up, you can suppress it at will]

The voice of the narrator sounded in Ye Wuyou's mind, as if it was ethereal.

Perhaps as the narrator in his mind said, the sound of the bell can disturb the minds of other people, but Ye Wuyou, who has a strange possession, will not be affected.

But the premise is that Ye Wuyou's mind is still clear.

Ye Wuyou, he... is crazy.

Click, click...

A crisp cracking sound came from my ears, as if something was broken.

In Ye Wuyou's already unclear vision, it seems that there is something in the sky.

It is a bell.

But at this moment, the bell was shaking, and the purple-gold shell was breaking into pieces bit by bit, as if something was coming out of it.

Crack.

The shell broke and fell to the ground, revealing a round object inside.

In the night sky, that object seemed to overlap with the moon, but it blocked all light and shadow.

It was an eyeball.

——

That night, there were many more people in Yunwu Village.