My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 155 Be Careful Bai Lu
The illusory yet similar figure flew out, but almost in an instant, Ye Wuyou felt something was wrong.

This place is very strange, everything is light and airy, there is no energy, nothing at all.

The figure that looked like himself was now lying on the ground, motionless.

Ye Wuyou showed vigilance in his eyes and walked forward slowly. The man did look like him, but he was different from the other 'Ye Wuyou' in the underground palace before. He was just similar.

The figure fell to the ground, his mouth opening and closing weakly, as if mumbling something.

The narrator's words echoed in my mind.

[You have feelings in your heart. If you meet someone who has the same feelings as you, there is only one thing you need to do]

Kill him

[If those ghosts open their mouths, everything they say will become reality]

Words that are completely different from Xia Anmeng's.

But Ye Wuyou didn't know all this.

Although everything in front of him was very strange, Ye Wuyou still had a hint of hesitation in his heart. This figure looked inexplicably weak, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

But in the end, Ye Wuyou decided to give the other party a ride.

But just as he walked up to the figure, he heard the person's murmur.

"Be careful...Bai...Lu..."

The words were extremely unclear and it was extremely difficult to speak.

It was as if all the strength was dispersed by Ye Wuyou's punch.

As the wind blew, the figure disappeared, leaving no trace behind...

But Ye Wuyou just stood there, his eyes blank.

What did that damn thing just say?
Be careful of Bailu?

What a joke, why should I be careful about Bai Lu?

Could it be possible that my practice would end up like a dog? Even Bai Lu has to be careful?
What did the narrator just say? Will what this figure said become reality?
Only then did Ye Wuyou begin to carefully examine the situation around him.

Your own body and the scenery around you.

The body was light and nothing existed, no energy, no ghost, no right eyeball, just a conscious human-shaped shell.

The surrounding scenery was surrounded by a white mist, but it did not completely block the view, and the scenery in the distance and at your feet could be vaguely seen.

He squatted down gently. There was a white wild flower on the ground. He stretched out his hand. The flower was close at hand, but he could not touch it.

Can't I influence everything around me? Am I just a spectator?

As his mind relaxed, Ye Wuyou felt as if he was back in the imperial city.

You can switch at will, and it seems there is no risk.

This feeling……

He was still sitting cross-legged in the channel that had been opened, but the scenery he saw was different.

If I have to put it simply, it's like the very skillful VR movies in my previous life. You are clearly standing in the same place, but you can see another world in front of you.

A thoughtful look flashed in Ye Wuyou's eyes... This situation seemed to have been mentioned by the old man who had spoken earlier. After all, so many practitioners in the third realm only came to comprehend the soul and Dharma. If Luo He really had any risks, it would not have been regarded as an opportunity for so many years.

[A sudden surge of anger rose in your heart, uncontrollable anger, endless anger]

Ye Wuyou felt strange. What happened? Am I angry again? Anger and despair will not bring me strength.

[All living beings are greedy! Those ignorant beings that you once gave and took away, those ants that kowtowed to you, once swore allegiance to you by the Luo River... but in the end, they dared to stab you in the back and took away everything.]

[Oh, you have already seen through the weirdness of this place. It is nothing but a quagmire. Don't make any promises, don't make any oaths. All oaths will be twisted and turned into empty talk in reality! ]

Dogs bark as they please, but the narration reveals some rare information.

I cannot swear by the Luo River.

Otherwise, Luoshui will twist and reverse the oath and return to reality. Is this some kind of taboo of Luohe?

But who would swear here for no reason?

Ye Wuyou put away his thoughts and stepped forward.

Maybe this place is a little weird, but I am only here to comprehend the Dharma, so there is no need to get involved with those things.

How could there be a place of good fortune that is given away for free? But as long as the rewards outweigh the risks, countless people will flock to it.

There seemed to be a gap in the fog.

It is said that the remaining charm of the Luo River will appear in front of those who meditate on it if they are destined to do so.

This kind of affinity means that your spirits and souls have similarities, so observing the appearances of others is extremely helpful to yourself.

If you are a little genius in the third realm, and it happens that several people with great supernatural powers have died in your family, this can also be considered a kind of fate, after all, blood ties are also fate.

Ye Wuyou stopped and looked there expectantly.

What will I see? What is fate?
[Fate? There is no such thing as fate in the world. If you like something, it is destined for you! ]

The fog that obscured the view seemed to dissipate.

A hazy and illusory figure slowly emerged from the fog and appeared before Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Ye Wuyou couldn't help but take a step back, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

Fairy Hanyue stood there quietly.

Not only that, next to her stood a young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

The shadows of the two men's images were moving behind them, the sword followed the piano, they were completely one. Ye Wuyou couldn't think of many lofty words, but at the moment he just felt that they were a perfect match.

But what kind of fate is this?
Unfortunate fate...

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Bai Lu walks in the mist.

She is also in the third realm.

Bai Lu was in a good mood. Although she didn't see any Dharma figures appear, she didn't feel lonely.

In fact, for most demon races, the Dharma image they condense is often themselves. After all, in their hearts, their own demon body is the most powerful existence.

"Luo He, Luo He..."

She whispered the word softly, and something suddenly came to her mind.

In her hometown Qingqiu, there was once a being similar to Luo River that could help fellow tribesmen to gain enlightenment.

That is a sacred tree.

The sacred tree has always existed, unlike the Luo River in Dayan, which only has such an opportunity once every ten years.

There is a rumor about the sacred tree that if two people in love come under the sacred tree hand in hand and make a wish with half of their own demonic power, they will be able to reincarnate and continue their love.

This rumor is much talked about among the fox clan, but rumors are just rumors after all. As time goes by, no one has succeeded, and it is difficult to tell whether this so-called story of reincarnation and continuation of love is true or false.

But it is said that Qingqiu does not interact with other races, especially humans, because of this rumor.

Who would be so foolish as to give up half of their own strength in exchange for a possibility that has no reality at all?
Bai Lu felt that she couldn't do it.

Who wants reincarnation? I just want to live in the present.

She just hoped that the stinky guy would die less often in the future... No, he was not allowed to die. Every time he died, she would have one less tail, which was a big loss.

The fog suddenly rolled up.

Bai Lu's eyes were filled with surprise, thinking that her chance had come.

But the fog just rolled and soon returned to calm, leaving nothing behind but seeming to take something away.

(End of this chapter)