My practice narration is weird

It should have been a quiet night, but the roar continued to sound above the Wu Mansion.

If the strong men of the middle three realms fought, if they did not deliberately restrain themselves, it would easily attract the attention of some people.

But they had no intention of restraining themselves.

The illusory blood-colored aura almost condensed into substance at this moment, turning into a huge saber, which was now held in Fang Cunshan's hand.

The bald man in front of him was a real fourth realm body refiner, with scars all over his body, but his offensive was not reduced at all.

And behind him, there was a faint Vajra Dharma image, although it was extremely vague, but the aura exuded from it was terrifying.

The great magical power of the middle three realms, the divine soul Dharma image.

But no matter what magical power he used, the saber was horizontally blocked in front of Fang Cunshan, standing still, like the hardest rock, dissolving every move.

The bald man's offensive became more and more fierce, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense.

People will eventually run out of strength, and even the most fierce attacks will eventually stagnate.

I have used all my means, but the opponent has not even revealed his Dharma image.

Finally.

When the bald man's attack slowed down, accompanied by Fang Cunshan's arrogant smile, his immovable saber finally swung out at this moment.

The great supernatural power of the middle third realm, the flow of qi is endless, but at this moment it is still a breath away.

The bald man's eyes showed an unconcealable fear. As long as he is given a little more time, he can survive.

The black shadow and light came quickly from the night sky, accompanied by a huge roar, and the bald man staggered back.

"Why are you here?"

"The prefect felt something was wrong and asked me to come."

The man in black was the guard beside the prefect, also in the fourth realm.

At this moment, he looked forward to the man with red blood all over his body.

"But now it seems that I shouldn't have come."

It is unreasonable for a prefect to have three fourth realms around him.

But after the evil spirits broke into the mansion three months ago, and the riot in the prison, Magistrate Wu specially invited this Four Realms to keep him safe.

He did not have a deep friendship with the prefect.

The bald man was the Four Realms worshiper that Magistrate Wu had kept in the mansion for a long time.

As for Old Liu, he was a strange man. They didn't know why he had followed Magistrate Wu for a long time.

The black-clothed man looked at Fangcun Mountain with a flickering look and spoke slowly.

"Sir, I didn't know what grudge you had with the prefect before, but... it has nothing to do with me."

"I'll leave now."

Damn it, who is not a worker who mixes resources? It's so difficult to cultivate to the Four Realms all the way. How could he risk his life for others?

The bald man showed bitterness, shook his head, and pulled the black-clothed man.

"Bald, I advise you that your life is your own." The black-clothed man was puzzled by the bald man's foolish loyalty.

"Of course I know. Do you think I want to stay here? I wanted to run away a long time ago, but he wouldn't let me go." The bald man said indifferently.

"Believe it or not, he will chop you down the moment you turn around. This guy just wants to kill people." He said silently.

Obviously, everyone is a wage earner.

The man in black snorted coldly, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to distance himself from the matter.

But the bloody saber had already arrived in front of him.

...

The huge mansion had turned into a sea of ​​fire, with bursts of thick smoke.

Ye Wuyou stepped over the corpse under his feet and walked towards a room.

With his footsteps, he left bright red footprints.

He didn't need to deduce at this moment, he could already feel the breath.

If according to the narrator's words, it was a breath of the avenue, not the remains of the avenue.

Unlike his own weirdness, the painting was similar to his right eye.

Ye Wuyou walked to the door of the room and stood still, feeling a little relieved.

As he guessed, this was just a weird thing. If it was really weird, it would be very troublesome.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to break the door.

The next moment.

The wall shattered, and a figure rushed out from it, with a crazy laugh, and hit Ye Wuyou hard, knocking his body straight into the pool in the mansion.

Water splashed, and in the raging fire, Wu Zulong showed a face that was completely different from the past.

The timidity and hesitation of the past were swept away, replaced by madness and complacency.

The cultivation of the third realm burst out from him.

Ye Wuyou stood up from the pool, and the dark blue figure wrapped him in it, but he himself did not suffer any damage.

However.

Ye Wuyou looked at his left hand. Unlike the normal arm in the eyes of ordinary people, in his eyes, his left hand turned into a weird dark blue.

The dark blue veins and blood vessels of the ghost hand that had been suppressed moved up a few inches.

Overly relying on strange power, the erosion is now approaching his shoulders.

Wu Zulong stood in the corridor, looking at Ye Wuyou in the pool through the flames around him.

"I'm curious, what did you use to exchange this power with that ghost thing?" Ye Wuyou asked.

Hearing this question, Wu Zulong seemed to remember something, and couldn't help laughing. He was about to speak.

The clear knife light had already cut through the pool, shattered the flames, and brought a brilliant color in front of his eyes.

The sword raised the wind and thunder.

Wu Zulong, who was just extremely rampant, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

A broken arm fell to the ground, and Wu Zulong was no longer there.

The knife I just used was enough to chop off the other person's head.

So what if I'm in the third realm? Fang Cunshan was right. Killing people doesn't depend on realm.

Killing people is killing people. There is no need to be martial. Sneak attack, backstab, poison, fraud... chop off your head and you're dead.

But Wu Zulong was saved by someone...

Ye Wuyou's eyes moved slightly, looking at the two figures standing on the eaves.

Or rather, it was his right eye that moved by itself.

The strange and scarlet right eye stared at the other person at this moment.

It was a very strange feeling. Ye Wuyou felt that his eyes showed desire.

His right eye was even about to pop out of its socket...

Old Liu was dragging Wu Zulong and stepping on the eaves.

At this moment, Old Liu turned his head. There was no white in his eyes, only strange deep black pupils.

He even tidied up his makeup very awkwardly and reached out to tidy up his hair.

But no matter how you look at it, that method looks like a woman's.

The madness in Wu Zulong's eyes came quickly and disappeared quickly.

And turned into the familiar timidity.

"Old Liu?" He hesitated and trembled.

Hearing this name, "Old Liu" laughed, then opened his mouth and made a delicate voice that was not like a man.

But it was extremely unpleasant, like a duck's voice.

"Call me daddy."

Wu Zulong trembled and didn't speak, but Old Liu laughed again.

"One of the wishes you made just now was to kill this person, right?"

"Yes, yes, but I didn't pay the price..."

For some reason, it seemed that with the return of timidity, Wu Zulong's mind regained calmness and rationality.

Old Liu, is he the "fairy in the painting" at this moment?

After he decided to use this painting to become stronger, he continued to make two wishes to the painting.

One of them was to kill Ye Wuyou.

But the price given by the painting was the lives of one hundred Yuanyin women.

As for the other wish, it was…

“No need. The price of helping you kill this person is to kill this person and then take something from him.” Old Liu said delicately with his throat clamped.

His dark pupils looked at Ye Wuyou, and when he touched the strange blue statue behind him, he showed fear.

But when he looked at Ye Wuyou, or in other words, when he saw the scarlet right eye, Old Liu showed a trace of desire.

His right eye turned quickly, and the scarlet monster eye seemed to break through Ye Wuyou's eye socket and escape, which was extremely strange.

Ye Wuyou retracted his gaze and didn't look again.

He spit out a stream of hot white smoke from his mouth, and his skin turned red in an instant. The water stains in the pool turned into white mist on his body and dissipated.

Burning blood.

Then, without words, the blade in his hand pointed, and a clear knife light burst out again.

The sword rises with wind and thunder.

Buzz...

The blade light was mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, as if it cut through the air, and a white streak appeared in this mansion.

Speed, extreme speed.

The strength that was temporarily increased by burning blood, superimposed on the sword move of the sword rising up the wind and thunder, which was already a life-and-death sword move, its speed has risen to an extremely terrifying level.

Not only that.

The dark blue weirdness behind him took action at the same time, and more than ten dark blue ghost hands covered the entire eaves.