My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 114 Now, kill him for me, okay?

Off topic: The quotation marks '叶无忧' are false, I can hardly tell what I wrote.

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Three figures appeared outside the hall door at this moment.

Fang Ning's eyes widened, the fifth realm Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, and even the bluish-white demon on the main seat seemed to sigh in surprise.

An extremely absurd scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

So no one cared about the aloof and beautiful woman who exuded great strength, and no one cared about the hesitant and abrupt little monk.

All eyes here were directed towards one person in the field.

Or rather two people.

Two Ye Wuyou.

A man stood in the hall with a smile on his face and an extremely arrogant look.

A man stood outside the hall, his expression calm but with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Ye Wuyou, or rather the real Ye Wuyou, was not surprised by another self.

The old monk in Lianchi asked her to stand in front of the mirror. The unusual narration at that time made her vaguely guess this in her heart. But now that she saw "herself" standing in front of him with her own eyes, this guess was confirmed.

What surprised him was the figure sitting in the main seat in the hall.

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

Fang Ning and the old Taoist sitting on the cushion were both stunned.

They seemed to have heard exactly the same words just now.

[You sighed in your heart. The world is so big that nothing is impossible. Even though the remains of the Great Dao are mysterious, the guys who covet them are more capable than the others.]

[You saw through the demon's plan at a glance. Compared to the old bald donkey who merged his consciousness into the wreckage to survive, this guy has a unique method. He uses the demon's body as a cage, trying to smooth out the wreckage of the road with time.]

[Unfortunately, it is still vulnerable]

The combination of the flesh and blood is strange? Ye Wuyou was a little surprised.

How is this possible? What is being eroded is the body and soul, so how is it possible for the body to be turned into a cage?

So, is it the unique racial innate magical power of the demon? Otherwise, it cannot be explained.

Ye Wuyou in the hall narrowed his eyes slightly and asked a question.

"You don't seem to be thinking about me."

It's a bit strange for a man to say this to another man.

It would be even weirder if it was said by a man who looked exactly like me...

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze from the demon and looked at himself inside the hall.

"Whatever you want to do, you are just a fake of me."

The demon on the main seat looked at the situation, thought for a moment, and spoke.

"A guest is a guest, please take a seat..."

The demon was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

The same voice and the same words were spoken at the same time, but there were two Ye Wuyou speaking to the demon at this moment.

The demon in the main seat tilted his head but said nothing in the end.

Fang Ning looked at the situation on the field at this moment, gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind to shout loudly towards the outside of the hall.

"Ye Wuyou, don't step into the hall. The demon next to it will attack people who don't sit on the futon, but it won't attack this fake. It will definitely not let you sit on the futon."

bass……

A wisp of energy came like a knife.

A few strands of hair fell from the ears, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the handsome face, and the bright red liquid soon flowed down the cheek.

Ye Wuyou gently withdrew his fingers, looked at Fang Ning with cold eyes, and said indifferently.

"Fang Ning, you disappoint me a little."

"If it weren't for your innate Taoist body, which could make me a good furnace, you would be dead already."

"Remember, this won't happen again."

After doing all this, Ye Wuyou gently turned his head and looked at himself outside the hall. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, and he was about to speak.

But a voice came faster.

"kill him."

As Ye Wuyou spoke, a big hole suddenly appeared on the body of the person in the hall, going straight through his body.

Xia Anmeng looked aloof and arrogant. He stretched out his hand again, opened his five fingers slightly, and gently clenched them in front of his eyes.

"boom!"

The fake Ye Wuyou was crushed into dust without even being able to utter a word.

Ye Wuyou then took a step and gently stepped into the hall.

Fang Ning's face was bloodshot and she stared with wide eyes at Ye Wuyou who refused to listen.

Her voice came with confusion.

"Why did you come in? I told you to get out!"

"This fake body is indestructible, and you will be attacked by the demon. You..."

Fang Ning stopped talking halfway through her speech.

The smaller blue-white demon remained where it was, pretending not to have seen the three people who had entered the hall.

Ye Wuyou's expression seemed as if he had expected this, he didn't even look at the green demon.

Instead, he looked at the constantly squirming dust. The blue demon was strange, a remnant of the avenue that had merged with flesh and blood.

Except for the weird ones, all others will be attacked by this demon.

Skillful.

The three of us in this group are not normal people!
The self with a "ghost".

Made of stone in the mirror, only the false "Xia An Dream" of consciousness is retained.

Also a weird little monk.

No matter how weird the guy in the main seat is, Ye Wuyou is safe now.

"But, is this guy really unkillable?"

As he raised his doubts, Xia Anmeng attacked again, dispersing the wriggling dust again and again.

But no matter how many times it was broken up, the figure still slowly condensed.

Is this the strange mystery of “The Man in the Mirror”?

The ability to copy alone seems to be nothing compared to the real weirdness.

But being immortal like this is disgusting...

"You need to use sealing techniques." Xia Anmeng reminded.

"Okay." Ye Wuyou nodded.

After a few seconds, Ye Wuyou turned around and said.

"You use it."

"I can't do it, so you can't do it either? I'm still waiting for you to take action."

The dust in front of him suddenly condensed. Ye Wuyou did not hesitate and slashed the dust away with his backhand.

But that extremely familiar voice came from a corner of the hall.

"Haha, why are you waving your knife at a pile of dust? Why, do I really have to reshape myself on your face?"

Ye Wuyou's body slowly condensed, but on the other side of the hall.

"Kill him." said the real Ye Wuyou.

It was still the same words as before.

Xia Anmeng nodded slightly and tiptoed.

His body had already rushed in front of the other person, and his energy was condensed.

But a voice came.

Those words seemed to have some kind of magic, causing Xia Anmeng's movements to freeze slightly.

"Xia Anmeng, do you want to truly live?"

Ye Wuyou walked slowly, neither hurried nor slow, with a look of disdain, and his expression was somewhat similar to Xia Anmeng's.

The two figures were very close at this moment.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Xia Anmeng, and then pointed at himself.

"Xia Anmeng, you and I are both the people in the mirror created by the legacy."

"We are not real people. At best, we are just half-weird things."

"We are born here, we die here, and we will eventually disappear, because we are fakes."

Ye Wuyou said this, and he gently stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the other person's hand.

"boom!"

Xia Anmeng's eyes were cold and she didn't make any movement. Suddenly, Ye Wuyou's entire arm turned into powder.

He staggered slightly, but continued with a smile on his face.

"But aren't you curious about why I do these things, even if they seem meaningless."

Xia Anmeng looked indifferent and said coldly.

"Speak the key."

The shattered hand slowly condensed at this moment. He opened his hand calmly, glanced around, and spoke with a big laugh.

"Because I have a way to truly survive, but the prerequisite is that I have to kill him!"

He stared at Xia Anmeng with a smile on his face, then pointed at Ye Wuyou.

"Xia Anmeng, kill him for me, and I will let you truly live."

"You should know that a thousand years have passed outside. The real you has turned into a remnant soul living in the outside world."

Remnant soul?

Xia Anmeng frowned slightly, she turned her head and looked at Ye Wuyou.

"After a thousand years, I will be just a remnant soul?"

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly without further explanation.

When the fake Ye Wuyou heard these words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"See, Xia Anmeng, he didn't even tell you this news."

"Look, he only sees you as a tool to fight his enemies, but I'm different. We are the same kind of people."

"Xia Anmeng, I like your current personality very much. You are extremely aloof, powerful, and beautiful. Compared to the lingering soul outside, you are the real Xia Anmeng."

"When you and I are truly resurrected, I will accompany you to travel through every corner of the world, climb to the top of the world, and put everything under our feet."

Xia Anmeng's proud expression froze slightly, and her cold eyes wavered for the first time.

Ye Wuyou beside him looked extremely gentle at this moment and spoke softly.

"Now, kill him for me, okay?"

(End of this chapter)