My practice narration is weird

A very strange man.

At least that's what Xia Anmeng, who was possessed at the moment, thought.

Although his own strength was low, he was not affected by the erosion of this place, and he could also point out her own situation in one sentence.

And... why is this body so suitable for his soul?

Xia Anmeng was puzzled, but that was the fact.

It is true that the remnant soul takes over another body and is reborn, but it is not as simple as drinking water and eating as imagined.

Unless it is a magic technique, the "adaptation" and "rejection" of the original body will have a great influence.

Take Lu Caiwei as an example... Although Xia Anmeng did not want to harm her apprentice, even if she was possessed, she could only bring a slight improvement in the other party's realm.

And it also consumes her own soul power.

The techniques and moves that she mastered cannot directly affect the other party.

But it seems to be different here with Ye Wuyou.

There is no rejection, no incompatibility. If Xia Anmeng herself is willing, she can even let the other party master the moves she has learned in an instant.

Xia Anmeng was moved.

But he finally made a great oath to his demon heart...

[The bitch has some bad intentions towards you now. You have already anticipated this. You might as well take advantage of her and use yourself as a furnace and her soul as a cauldron to have a thrilling spiritual exchange... After that, your realm will improve rapidly and great achievements will be achieved.]

Awesome.

Even though Ye Wuyou had already gotten used to it, his steps paused at this moment. He took a deep breath and continued to walk towards the aisle in front.

The aisle was dark, the candlelight had burned out, and only the sword in his hand remained, emitting a cold light even in the darkness.

As for the stuttering Lu Caiwei, she was quietly lying behind him at this moment, breathing evenly and falling asleep.

As a master, Xia Anmeng still fulfilled her duties.

She gave up a part of her own soul power and left it on Lu Caiwei as a temporary capital to resist erosion.

It also allowed Lu Caiwei to rest for a few minutes.

After all, three days and three nights of continuous surveillance, plus the mid-term attack, had already pushed her to the limit.

But even so, this soul power is still time-limited and cannot be replenished.

After all, Xia Anmeng said very bluntly that it was impossible for her to dissipate her soul.

If a solution has not been found, Lu Caiwei may have to sleep forever.

Rather than waiting to die and wasting time, it is better to take the initiative to break the situation.

Fortunately, there is Xia Anmeng, a six-level remnant soul from who knows how many years ago, and Ye Wuyou finally got some valuable information.

First, between weird and weird, if there is no special situation, the two weird will not interfere with each other.

Second, each weird has and only has one magical power, and the manifestation of the magical power is not necessarily to kill, but the magical power cannot be resisted.

Third, weird can be killed, but cannot be eliminated. Even if there is a powerful person with great magical power to crush the weird, as long as time settles, the killed weird will appear anywhere in the world.

Finally, this is the point that prompted Ye Wuyou to make this decision.

The cage that trapped the weird was a self-contained place that could isolate all weirdness and erosion.

It was equivalent to, if you were lucky, you only needed to knock a weird to death, and then occupy the other party's cage and lock it in yourself.

At least, you can survive here for a long time.

But...

In the silent corridor, Ye Wuyou stopped.

Even if it was just because of Xia Anmeng's possession, and the temporary cultivation of the second realm was enough for Ye Wuyou to see the darkness in front of him.

In the dark corridor, a white face was attached to the wall beside it, swaying gently.

Although it changed its form, Ye Wuyou had seen it for the third time.

The white face was just hanging on the wall, without any movement.

"There is a weird breath on the right wall in front."

Xia Anmeng reminded in her heart.

The insight of the sixth realm is very terrifying, but it is just terrifying.

She can't see it as directly as Ye Wuyou.

Restraining the desire to draw his sword, Ye Wuyou walked towards the depths of the corridor ahead without changing his expression.

After clarifying the goal, any meaningless battle is unnecessary.

Besides, what kind of "magic power" does that strange white jelly skin have?

Judging from the previous manipulation of those dead corpses, it seems to be possessed...

For a long time...

The white jelly skin is still attached to the wall, swaying gently.

And Ye Wuyou's figure, just like at the beginning, walked from one end of the corridor.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Ye Wuyou said calmly.

"How long have we walked?"

Xia Anmeng hesitated for a moment and responded.

"From the start, it's about a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour is enough for a person with healthy limbs to run two round trips along the eighth floor of the sky prison.

But Ye Wuyou is still walking in this dim corridor, and there is no prison.

Hmm...If it was in the past, this thing was called "ghost wall"?

It seems that it has fallen into a strange "magic power"?

But isn't this seemingly low-level "ghost wall" cycle just a trick?

"Senior, did you notice anything unusual just now?"

Xia Anmeng, who was called a senior, was stunned for a moment, and was silent for a while before responding.

"I didn't notice it."

She really didn't find anything unusual.

Although the remnant soul of the sixth realm is no longer as powerful as before, his own knowledge and insight have not diminished in the slightest.

If she couldn't find anything unusual, then this little trick is not that simple.

"Ghost Wall" is also a cycle, and the Möbius strip is also a cycle, so who can say it is simple.

"Why not remove the trickster on the wall?" Xia Anmeng was puzzled.

Ye Wuyou sighed.

"Senior, didn't you find that this thing is also trapped here like us?"

Xia Anmeng paused in his heart, but then Ye Wuyou moved.

With the temporary improvement of the realm of cultivation, the operation of "Wu Xiang Xin Jing" became more and more harmonious.

During the three days of sitting in silence in this prison, Ye Wuyou did not do nothing.

"Wu Xiang Xin Jing" has been running in his mind and body.

Ye Wuyou was also a little confused before. This heart sutra only provides a method of cultivation, but other than that, there is no move to speak of.

Without the matching skills, even if you practice to the top, it is at most equivalent to a warrior with an exaggerated panel but no skills.

But as the realm is elevated, all problems disappear like ice and snow melting into spring water.

"The Heart Sutra of the Formless" does not require any moves.

There are no perfect moves in the world, or rather...

The best things in the world are always in the hands of others.

The brilliant sword light shines.

It is still the same sword, but the one holding the sword is not the woman before.

The sword rises.

Wind and thunder.

The same moves as Lu Caiwei before, now appearing out of thin air in this corridor.

...

Is the weirdness intelligent?

Ye Wuyou thinks it is.

At least, it has some instinctive thinking.

Otherwise, the white weirdness would not have tried again and again, and even wanted to kill himself and others.

Because Lu Caiwei couldn't see it, she looked at it closely without caring.

Because she thought Ye Wuyou couldn't see it, she stuck to the wall unscrupulously.

When the sword light flashed, the sharp sword intent crushed it to pieces, leaving only a palm-sized dot, and the white frozen substance actually began to tremble.

And when Ye Wuyou stepped on it with one foot, and even grabbed it with his hands accurately, the last bit of luck was gone.

The voice of Xia Anmeng in his mind was gradually surprised at this moment, and finally turned into a deep exclamation with disbelief.

"How can you sense it? Or... you, can you see it?"

Ignoring the bitch's fuss, Ye Wuyou just pinched the jelly-like dough in his hand and felt its soft touch.

Tsk... Why is it like the 50-cent jelly mud I played with when I was a child.

This thing is also called weird, or is it the remains of the road?

Ye Wuyou looked calmly, looking at the thing in his hand, and said word by word.

"You know how to leave here?"

"Then lead the way."

After the voice fell, Ye Wuyou held the weird hand and swung it towards the wall.

"Pah."

The white weirdness collided with the wall, making a crisp sound.