My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 112 The Demon in the Hall
Kneel down, kneel down...

Not only Fang Ning who was standing at the entrance of the hall, but all the practitioners in the underground palace were trembling in their hearts and had confusion in their eyes.

In the boundless dead silence and darkness, only the figure of the Buddhist monk radiated the purest golden light, dispelling everything and making people unable to stop kneeling down.

If it were normal, it would be fine, it's just a moment of confusion.

But this underground palace is full of weirdness, and it is not a place where people can relax.

There were practitioners who were originally gathering together to resist those strange creatures, but now their energy has weakened and the strange creatures around them have swarmed over them.

On the contrary, it is much safer around the main hall now.

The inexplicably powerful pressure came quickly and went away quickly.

After a long while, Fang Ning slowly raised his head, and his handsome face turned pale.

The sight moved slowly from the entrance of the hall to the inside of the hall, to a long and narrow corridor with many cushions neatly placed on both sides.

On the cushions were corpses wearing robes and with their hands folded together.

Fang Ning raised her head with great effort, her eyes moving forward bit by bit.

Although the illusion disappeared from her mind, it seemed that the place still had some power.

It was only at this moment that she saw the existence above the main hall for the first time.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

The next moment, the fifth-level cultivator with great supernatural powers stood up and stood in front of her.

Although the old Taoist of the Fifth Realm had fulfilled his duty as a protector, his old face was filled with shock and fear at this moment.

What is this……

They were so nervous that they didn't even notice that their middle finger, which was still on the ground, trembled slightly.

Something even more bizarre happened that they could not understand. Dust condensed and it seemed that tiny particles in the air were gently gathering together.

Ye Wuyou's body slowly emerged in the hall again, and the young man's voice with a chuckle came leisurely, echoing throughout the hall.

"This world is really strange. Even an ugly demon wants to become a Buddha?"

At this moment, a tall figure was sitting on the main seat in the hall.

The exposed skin is blue and white, with black lines appearing on the body like ribbons. The limbs are thick, unlike those of ordinary people. There are no eyes on the white head, only two lines converging at the place where the eyes should be, and two black horns protruding from the head.

Countless chains surrounded and pierced through the figure's body and limbs. There were Buddhist inscriptions on the wall behind him, with dots of light flowing. In front of his chest was a Vajra Pestle, firmly inserted into his body.

Everything that just happened was told by this demon.

Ye Wuyou ignored Fang Ning and the protector's astonishment, but walked forward a few steps and gently stepped into the hall. He took a quick look, raised his foot and kicked a monk's skeleton on the cushion to pieces, then sat on it as if no one was around.

Fang Ning took a step back in astonishment. She did not look at the demon in the hall, but looked at Ye Wuyou who was sitting peacefully on the cushion.

"You! You are not Ye Wuyou, what are you..."

She hadn't finished her words when the person in the main seat spoke.

"You are a guest, benefactor, please take a seat."

The words were soft and gentle, and the demonic figure that clearly frightened people at the sight of it actually revealed a trace of Buddhist kindness on its pale face.

Sit down? Only a fool would sit down! Then the current Ye Wuyou doesn't count, Ye Wuyou is not even a human.

But no matter whether it was Fang Ning or the fifth-level protector, their figures seemed to be out of control at this moment, and they slowly walked towards the cushion.

There are skeletons on the cushion. It is the monk who has been dead for who knows how long. How can he sit on it?
Ye Wuyou stood up and smashed all the bones one by one with his kicks before they could sit down.

Fang Ning was surprised to find that her body seemed unable to make any unnecessary movements.

But why can this "Ye Wuyou" in front of him move freely?
The demon on the main seat watched this scene silently, his eyes just lightly sweeping over Fang Ning and the fifth realm Taoist, and lingering on Ye Wuyou for a moment.

"My benefactor, I am a little curious. You are clearly the person in the mirror of the lost auspicious sign, but why can you break free from the shackles and find yourself?"

Poor monk?

Ye Wuyou did not answer the demon's question. The figure who had been sitting quietly on the mat suddenly twitched and laughed while holding his stomach.

"Poor monk? Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Why do you, a demon, have to say this word seriously?"

Before finishing, Ye Wuyou looked at Fang Ning and the fifth realm Taoist priest who were sitting opposite him.

"Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?"

Of course not funny.

Fang Ning and the old Taoist priest were almost on the verge of tears.

"Ye Wuyou", who was sitting opposite them, told them that they could leave after coming to the main hall.

So it became what it is now.

A demon who calls himself a monk.

"Ye Wuyou" who can recover even if his body is blown into powder.

What the hell is this place!

The old Taoist of the Fifth Realm finally spoke at this moment, his tone angry.

"Who the hell are you? You tricked us here just to kill us?"

These words were spoken to Ye Wuyou, but the one who responded to him was the demon in the main seat.

"This donor, I don't know if there is any hatred between you, but the donor you just asked asked you to sit down on the cushion."

"It's to save you."

Save? This counts as saving us? Fang Ning didn't understand these words at all.

Ye Wuyou, on the other hand, looked casual and spoke lightly.

"Can you talk less, you beast? If you were not trapped there without any freedom and could only rely on words to deceive people, this little girl and the old man would have died a thousand times by now."

The demon sitting in the main seat didn't seem to care about Ye Wuyou's words, but looked outside the hall.

"Da da da……"

Footsteps came from outside the hall. Fang Ning looked surprised. Is there anyone else?

"Another donor has come." The demon said softly.

An old man in a blood-stained robe appeared outside the hall at this moment, his eyes were extremely gloomy and he was full of energy.

The fifth realm of great magical powers, the ancestor of the sea of ​​blood.

He was also confused just now, but as he was in the fifth realm, he came to his senses after a while.

With his level of attainment, as long as he doesn't face the weirdness directly, ordinary weird things are no match for him at all.

But at this moment, the Blood Sea Ancestor looked towards the hall, and when he saw Ye Wuyou, his face first showed joy, but then he saw the demon on the main seat.

Subconsciously, he wanted to run away.

The words came slowly.

"Donor, please take a seat."

Take a seat?

The stupid dog just sat down, the wind was blowing hard, and I ran away!

Then the Blood Sea Patriarch watched his body walk towards the cushion.

There were bones on the cushion and he couldn't sit down.

But Ye Wuyou rested his chin on his hand and looked at the scene with a smile.

Unlike before, Ye Wuyou did not stand up this time to help the other party break the bones, and the figure of the Blood Sea Ancestor was not under his control.

Time passed minute by minute, and the Blood Sea Ancestor was still standing in front of the cushion, unable to move.

Fang Ning thought to herself, what would happen if she didn't sit on the futon? Why did the demon say that this action was to save herself?
Is it safe to sit on it? Otherwise, will it be dangerous?
Fang Ning thought about it in her heart, but she didn't say anything in the end.

A leisurely sigh came from the host seat.

"Donor, the time is up. I can no longer stop this auspicious omen."

The next second, the Blood Sea Ancestor found that he could move freely.

He regained control of his body.

The Blood Sea Patriarch moved extremely quickly. He first blasted out with his palm, and his aura was like a dragon, rushing towards Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, neither dodging nor evading. Naturally, he could not avoid the Fifth Realm's supernatural power that wanted to kill him.

He let the energy shatter half of his body.

The next moment, the Blood Sea Ancestor's figure turned into a flash of red light and rushed out of the hall, but then he seemed to hit something at the door and bounced back violently.

This……

"Clap."

Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling from the main seat behind him.

A ball of flesh slid down little by little along the main seat and the steps below.

The bluish-white ball of flesh was the same color as the demon's body, stained with a little mucus, but it looked indescribably strange.

It’s very dangerous, this is Fang Ning’s judgment.

The Blood Sea Ancestor was still struggling. He used his magical powers and his Dharma image directly smashed towards the door of the hall, but it was blocked and the hall did not move at all.

can not go out!
"Break the bones and you can sit on the futon."

Fang Ning didn't say anything. Ye Wuyou's head hadn't grown out yet. It was his protector, the old Taoist of the Fifth Realm, who said this.

Fang Ning lowered her head, but did not refute anything.

A fifth-level supernatural power is still very valuable in this crisis-filled environment.

Sit on the futon, your uncle!
Even a dead person wouldn’t sit on a cushion outside!

The Blood Sea Ancestor was thinking this in his heart, and suddenly turned around, only to see that the bluish-white flesh ball was swelling up, with limbs extending from it. Then the shape of the flesh ball changed, and it vaguely became like the demon in the main seat.

The monster on the main seat was still there, the meat ball was just a little smaller, and everything else was very similar to the monster.

That thing is staring at me!

He knew that the demon transformed from the meat ball was coming towards him and didn't even look at the person on the cushion.

Danger, extremely dangerous!
The Blood Sea Patriarch no longer hesitated and decided to sit on the cushion first.

He waved his sleeves and blasted a skeleton with his magical power.

The five realms of great magical powers, even if you perform them casually, are enough to split mountains and crack rocks.

But the skeleton did not move at all, and there were spots of golden light flowing on it.

"Ahhh!" The Blood Sea Ancestor used his magical powers again, but the skeleton that could be shattered by Ye Wuyou's kick was intact.

The demon's voice came.

"If you want to live, there is a way. Just kill the Buddha's legacy in front of you."

The smaller blue-white demon has fully revealed its body and is walking towards the Blood Sea Ancestor.

It's terrifying no matter how you look at it.

The Blood Sea Ancestor's look was filled with fear at this moment. It would have been fine if he couldn't break the skeleton, but Ye Wuyou, who was standing next to him, condensed his upper body at a speed visible to his naked eyes and looked at him with sarcasm.

Hearing the words of the demon at this moment, the Blood Sea Ancestor no longer cared about anything else.

Just like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, does he still care who the straw belongs to?

He stretched out his hand, his energy burst out, and his supernatural powers were instantly displayed.

[Blood Road Killing Move——Blood Demon Killing Heaven! 】

The terrifying blue-white demon was killed on the spot by his palm!

(End of this chapter)