My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 118 Drawing the Sword
Instead of transcending the lives of 30,000 miles away, all the lives in the world should be sent to transcendence and go to the paradise...

When the demon said those words, there was silence in the hall.

Ye Wuyou didn't say anything, but just tilted his head and looked at the bluish-white demon with interest.

After all these years, you have understood things very well, and you have figured this out?
There was no big ripple in my heart, no anger, no shock, no horror...

Let me say something unpleasant, but until something happens to you, no matter what you say, it will be nothing but a joke to me.

The silence was soon broken by a burst of shrill laughter.

"After all these years, you have understood so well that you have figured out this?"

Ye Wuyou was pressed to the ground by the green demon and was crushed into dust. His broken half body was supported by a relatively intact head, his hair was disheveled, and he was grinning.

He couldn't die, but he couldn't defeat the smaller green demon. After failing to strike it in one blow, he completely lost his chance.

Even so... his body turned into dust, and the speed of condensation began to slow down.

No power is eternal. After all, Ye Wuyou relies on the strange ability of the man in the mirror to exist. This strange power seems to have reached its limits.

The bluish-white demon swung his fist again, smashing Ye Wuyou's talking head in half.

But then, the half head with only a nose and a mouth left suddenly opened its mouth and bit the bluish-white demon hard.

He continued to bite and tear, but the bluish-white demon ignored him and just broke his body apart.

But no matter what, the broken head was tightly biting on the bluish-white demon, chewing it from time to time.

He gave up on concentrating his body, and instead put all his recovery efforts on his head.

He gnawed off piece after piece of the bluish-white demon flesh and blood, but chewing seemed to be in vain. 'Ye Wuyou' didn't even have a body, so where could this flesh and blood go?

But the flesh and blood just disappeared...

Can strange things swallow strange things?
Normally, it cannot be swallowed.

Whether it is the "mute girl", the "footless man" or the "ghost", although they seem to have bodies, in fact the body is just an illusory form and has nothing to do with flesh and blood.

Ye Wuyou, who was sitting next to the main seat, narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat surprised.

Now the demon is integrating itself with the weirdness, giving the weirdness flesh and blood.

It seems a bit similar to that little monk.

"I'm very curious, how did you do it?" Ye Wuyou asked softly.

The blue-white demon on the main seat still looked a little intoxicated, and only responded slowly after a moment.

"I am a demon, and a great demon with noble blood. I have the innate ability to be reborn through flesh and blood..."

"This Buddha's legacy originally wanted to corrode me, but every time a part of my body was corroded, my talent would continue to heal my body. But this was of no avail. It only delayed the erosion of this legacy."

"But when the Buddhist sect suppressed me here, I also learned the method of integrating my consciousness into the relics. But you know, this method is not perfect. After several years, will the relics possess your consciousness, or will you integrate your consciousness into the relics? I think this method is not appropriate, so I came up with a new method during these long years."

"Since I have such a talent, why not use myself as a cage, and the rebirth of flesh and blood as a medium to trap the relic in my body."

"It kept eating away at my body, and my talent kept repairing it, growing new flesh and blood. It then started eating away at me again... In the end, we reached a delicate balance. Perhaps it was because it had eaten too much of my body over the years, and it actually seemed to have taken possession of my body."

Ye Wuyou was moved.

Whether it's the royal fox's innate talent of the art of death-substitution, or the flesh and blood rebirth of the demon in front of him, they seem to be much more powerful than humans.

The innate magical power can repair and delay the strange erosion, which is almost the same as the method of Tianyan, but Tianyan will not allow his flesh and blood to regenerate...

Ye Wuyou said calmly.

"If that's the case, then why don't you want me to help you unlock the seal, go to the outside world, and save this world?"

The bluish-white demon slowly turned his head, his intoxicated look seemed a little excited, but he still shook his head.

"I had this ability in the past, but now I don't have the ability to save the world, so I am also waiting while I am atonement."

"What are you waiting for?" "I will wait for endless years until this relic is completely integrated with me. At that time, I will have the ability to save the world. This method is something only I can do."

Indeed, only this demon can do this.

This demon's method of dealing with weirdness is a good one, but it takes too long.

Thousands of years have passed, and the world has changed into mulberry fields.

Ye Wuyou thought about it and nodded.

"In that case, I won't ask any more questions, but there should be another way to leave this place besides breaking your seal, right?"

The bluish-white demon thought about it and was about to speak when he was hit hard on the head!

The Qi poured out, and a punch superimposed with "burning blood" smashed hard on the bluish-white demon's head, and the head instantly cracked.

Ye Wuyou's voice came soon.

"As long as I kill you, the seal here will also be meaningless."

The bluish-white demon slowly raised its head, its flesh and blood regenerated, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its original appearance.

The demon spoke, his voice full of confusion and admonition.

"Donor, the holy monk of the Buddhist sect led thousands of disciples to perform rituals for three months, but they were still unable to save me. Your efforts are in vain."

"Even if I sit still and let you hit me, you will just use up all your Qi, but I will still be fine..."

The demon's words suddenly paused because he saw Ye Wuyou reveal his figure.

A smile appeared on the young man's face, with a hint of sarcasm in it.

"How long are you going to keep lying?"

"Cheat? When have I ever cheated a donor?"

Ye Wuyou did not respond to the demon's words, his eyes were already looking at the Vajra Pestle on his chest.

[Quick, take it down, that's your knife! How can you stick it into this ugly thing! ]

The narrator has been shouting in my mind for a long time.

The Vajra Pestle gradually revealed its true appearance in his eyes.

A bloody long sword.

That could never be a ban imposed by Buddhism.

Instead, there was a faint aura on it that was flowing into the body of this demon.

Of course, if my guess was wrong, and this knife was a truly forbidden item...

If it's wrong, then it's wrong.

Ye Wuyou just wanted to leave here, if he accidentally released the demon.

"What does it have to do with me!" he whispered.

The words were exactly the same as those of 'Ye Wuyou' before.

Why should I be hunted down? So many people want me dead, why should I care about other people's lives?
Bai Changzai has died for me, I have already...

Enough is enough! Enough is enough!
If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. If the world can't deal with this monster now, will it be better after this monster completely integrates the weirdness?

He stretched out his hand, and under the demon's incredulous gaze, he firmly grasped the bloody sword.

I just got home last night, so the update is a little late

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