My practice narration is weird

Wu Zulong was thrown aside, and under the murderous intent that filled the sky, Mr. Liu's body was chopped into pieces in an instant with the light of the sword.

Looking at the pile of fleshy foam on the ground, Ye Wuyou turned around, picked up the knife, and walked towards Wu Zulong, who had lost his arm.

There was a hint of fear in Wu Zulong's timid eyes, and then he turned around and ran away without looking back.

But when the figure fell into Ye Wuyou's eyes, it was full of flaws.

With the blessing of Burning Blood, he was faster than his opponent, and he was in front of him in just a few steps.

No words needed, just cut it off with one strike.

There was a hint of viciousness in his fearful eyes.

Unknown Qi gathered on Wu Zulong's body, and then he stretched out his only remaining arm, faced the blade, and stabbed Ye Wuyou in the heart.

Ye Wuyou was a little surprised, but the blade in his hand did not stop.

Life in exchange for injury? Could this dude do such a thing?

"My previous wish was to live forever! Accept the price."

Wu Zulong yelled heartbreakingly and madly.

After becoming stronger, he previously made two more wishes.

One is to kill Ye Wuyou.

One is immortal, but the price is that he becomes a part of the painting.

The fairy in the painting did not elaborate on how it happened, but said that he would be immortal from now on.

Of course he would not agree to such a weird thing, but now it was out of his control.

Old Liu's figure reappeared at some point, and the condensed flesh foam turned into an inhuman form. At this moment, he flickered behind Ye Wuyou, and his magical power crashed down.

The blade slashed through and picked up a good head.

Wu Zulong's thrusts grazed Ye Wuyou's heart, leaving a bloody patch.

But Ye Wuyou's figure also fell to the ground. Even with the "ghost" protection, it was difficult to resist the magical power of the four realms.

But as soon as he hit the ground, Ye Wuyou stood up and flew towards a certain room with that huge force.

No matter how many times he kills "Old Liu", it is useless because he is a dead man.

Just like the men in brocade robes and the group of rotting corpses in the village before.

Only by destroying the body of that thing, that is, the painting, can all this be ended.

Mr. Liu's body of condensed flesh appeared in front of Ye Wuyou again, blocking the way.

"Get away!"

The blade flashed, the remaining energy exploded again, and another move of the sword caused wind and thunder.

"Do you only know this trick?" The humanoid figure with condensed flesh staggered slightly, and then let out a sharp drake voice.

This resurrected Mr. Liu has no soul and no physical form, but his energy and supernatural powers are still the real four realms of supernatural powers.

The blood-burning three minutes were almost over.

There is not much energy left.

There were injuries on the chest and back, dripping with blood.

Wu Zulong, whose body was separated on the side, slowly stood up, picked up his own head, and then put it on his body crookedly, making a trembling but excited voice from his mouth.

"I, I'm not dead?"

Ye Wuyou didn't even bother to look back.

That guy had no life left in him at all, and now he was talking like a dead man.

I wonder if the mother that my father Ye Changsheng saw before was this kind of existence.

The blue ghost hand crashed down, and countless deep pits appeared in the corridor.

Liu Lao's body remained motionless inside, surrounded by energy.

"I understand, the power of your thing is limited. It's okay to make a sneak attack while others can't see it, but if you master the distance and power, it's nothing more than that."

The faint blue blood vessels have gradually spread across the entire shoulder, and are still extending.

If you continue to use it, it will be close to your heart.

There were two deep holes squeezed out of Mr. Liu's inhuman face.

"Boy, if you don't give me your eyes, I'll save your body..." His words showed greed.

[I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it at all, but why do the two ghosts in the painting dare to speak nonsense in front of you]

"But two ghosts in the painting dare to speak nonsense in front of me?" Ye Wuyou said slowly.

He felt that this was a bit awkward, but it was useful.

At least the other party was a little startled when he heard his words.

"I'm not a ghost... I'm Wu Zulong." Wu Zulong's voice came from behind, a little confused.

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention, he was stalling for time.

The battle in the sky was about to end, and the bald cultivator's head had fallen into the pond.

At the same time, he hopes the narration will have some effect.

Of course, if you want to enter some kind of "selflessness", forget it, at least we are not at the end of the road yet.

[Can you bear this anger? The more you look at the fleshy foam jumping in front of your eyes, the more irritated you become, but he is very interested in your eyes and wants to use them to turn them into complete remains. It’s ridiculous, but it’s just turning from small garbage to big garbage]

[The guy in the back is still struggling. He is a waste now. If you don’t kill him first, otherwise when he completely turns into a ghost, you only need to put in 10% of your strength, but you will have to put in 20% of your strength]

Killing him is easy, but what about the jumping flesh in front of you?

[You sneer three times, then gouge your eyes out, out of sight, out of mind]

Ye Wuyou was speechless.

Mr. Liu walked down the steps and walked step by step.

"Are you still struggling, or should I delay it for a while longer?"

Ye Wuyou stepped back slightly, then looked at the lump of flesh in front of him.

"Are you a worshiper of the Wu Mansion, or are you the ghost of that painting?"

Mr. Liu was speechless.

Ye Wuyou turned around and backed away, looked at Wu Zulong, whose eyes were half black and half white, with a mixture of madness and cowardice, and asked.

"Who are you?"

Wu Zulong was frightened by Ye Wuyou's fierce eyes and took a step back, but then gritted his teeth and said.

"I'm telling you, this young master is now immortal. You can't kill me, you will only die here."

Ye Wuyou understood who the other party was.

The Tianyan in his hand flashed, and the black man collapsed and dissipated.

In the past two days, he had used Tianyan more than ten times, and his own weirdness was the object of payment, and he even had resistance to it.

But Ye Wuyou had seen that picture.

That was the way to break the situation.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, then tightly grasped the eye socket, and then pulled it out.

"Don't you want to run out, you dog?"

The bloody weird eyeball was taken out by Ye Wuyou, and then thrown to Wu Zulong behind him.

"I'll give you a chance, I hope you won't be useless, think about what that painting is." Ye Wuyou sneered.

Wu Zulong didn't understand this.

But Ye Wuyou might not have said it to him.

The scarlet eyeball emitted a strange light and penetrated directly into Wu Zulong's body.

At the same time, Ye Wuyou's figure was blown away by Liu Lao's palm.

Liu Lao's figure was slightly startled, and then he subconsciously rushed towards the eyeball.

The painting was a strange thing stained with the breath of the avenue, and so was the eyeball.

Although Ye Wuyou had never seen it with his own eyes, the two strange things obviously wanted to swallow each other. According to the meaning of the narration, they wanted to become the real remains of the avenue.

Neither of them was complete, so they wanted to replenish themselves completely.

In the face of those things, his own "ghost" did not fluctuate.

Because it itself is a complete weirdness, it has no desire to devour those weird things.

And the ghost is very dedicated, it just wants to occupy his body.

There was a roar behind him, and Wu Zulong, who was only left with the wreckage, flashed a strange red light in his eyes and soared into the sky.

"The ghost in the painting is weird. It turns out that this thing is this kind of thing. It wants to control me. Hahaha, I understand. I've fucking realized it."

The painting is a weird thing. The ghost it controls also has a very faint smell of debris.

But how can this little bit of smell compare to a complete eyeball?

And Wu Zulong was not completely controlled at that time.

Just like the fox demon that was parasitized by this eyeball, Wu Zulong is now the carrier of the eyeball.

Old Liu was slightly stunned, but then he realized something and turned to rush towards the room.

But his steps stopped.

In the room, Ye Wuyou walked out slowly.

He was covered in blood, his chest was charred, and there was only a dark eye socket left at his right eye, and blood was flowing out of it.

The dark blue veins and blood vessels spread over his entire left arm and half of his body.

He no longer looked like a person.

But the corners of his mouth still outlined a trace of extremely rampant smile.

Two ghostly blue hands gently grasped the scroll.

The faceless woman in the painting trembled crazily.

Old Liu's face was extremely gloomy. If he had a face...

"Hahaha, I just got it." Wu Zulong's crazy laughter came from the air.

"Hahaha, you are a piece of meat, you have no face, but why do you still look ugly!" Ye Wuyou pointed at Old Liu and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha."

"Hahahaha!"