My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 167: Demons dance wildly, strange things appear (6000 words, this plot really can't be divided into chapters))

There was constant sound of conversation in the hall.

Voices came one after another. Taking advantage of the opening of the Luo River and the threat of the demon tribe in the northern border, several forces in Dayan that had rarely interacted with each other finally sat together.

Of course, there were also the few guests who came from Daxuan.

Lu Qingshan sat quietly by the side, with his eyes closed and without saying a word.

Emperor Yuan was sitting at the top, talking to someone with a faint smile on his majestic face. The old eunuch was standing quietly behind him.

His junior fellow apprentice will take care of all this.

There was a hint of doubt in his tightly closed eyes.

Having cultivated the Tianyan method to this level, the mystery of the Shinto technique has allowed Lu Qingshan to have an invisible sense of some things in the future.

Lu Qingshan felt a vague sense of uneasiness and palpitations that he hadn't felt for a long time.

So where does this uneasiness come from?
The demon tribe? The demon tribe had sneaked into the capital a few days ago, and they were just doing something under the ground veins, trying to destroy Tai'an in one fell swoop.

It's not a big deal.

The plan had been ruined by myself a long time ago.

He gently spread out his hands, Tian Yan performed, and the villain tapped lightly.

All the scenes deduced are normal.

But the fact that it is normal is also the biggest abnormality.

The only drawback of Tianyan's method is that it is unable to calculate the changes brought about by the weirdness.

Because it is weird, and because these remains of the great road cannot be governed by ordinary rules.

So this uneasiness is caused by some weird, invisible changes?
Lu Qingshan frowned.

Could the scene that Tian Yan saw that day be true?
Was the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the imperial city caused by Ye Wuyou?
No, Ye Wuyou would not do such a thing.

And he doesn't have the ability.

But be prepared.

"After Luohe today, let him leave Tai'an and return to Tianlan."

Lu Qingshan thought so, but then he seemed to realize something, raised his head slightly and looked outside the hall.

The energy suddenly appeared, roaring like thunder.

The lively conversation in the hall suddenly became quiet.

Who is so bold as to hurt someone in the imperial city, outside this palace?
Emperor Yuan glanced behind him, and the old eunuch understood what he meant. He waved his hand lightly, and the invisible formation that covered the hall and separated the inside and outside disappeared instantly.

The scene outside the hall appeared in everyone's eyes in an instant.

The sword energy was running wild, carrying with it the power of wind and thunder, and the energy turned into a majestic vortex, and the hard and ancient steps exploded at this moment.

Mysterious light lingered, and a green lotus with ancient charm emerged. The petals seemed to dance in the wind, floating forward lightly, but there seemed to be nowhere to hide.

Several completely different voices were heard.

"Why did you do this, what sect are you from, and what grudge does Ye Wuyou have against you?"

"You...killed him."

"Xu Qingyuan, I thought you were dead half a year ago. What do you want to do now that you are standing in front of me? Should I say that you are so bold or you don't know how to live or die, killing the successor of the national master here? I admire your stupidity."

The hall went from quiet to dead silent in an instant.

Countless eyes were now cast towards one person in the field, looking at Lu Qingshan.

The latter seemed a little dazed, but the next moment, he had already stepped out of the hall.

But one person was faster. The old man in gray robe had already appeared outside the hall and stood next to the young man in blue robe.

"Xu Qingyuan? Didn't he die half a year ago? Even his natal jade token was shattered." The old man murmured.

Countless figures then leaped out of the hall, with a dignified aura and their eyes looking to the side.

There was a pile of minced meat on the ground.

The girl in white stood aside holding a sword, her usually cold face now filled with pain.

The young man in blue robe, now the Taoist Zhang Shixuan, had a bright red mark on his neck, but his eyes were still slightly narrowed, looking ahead in confusion.

Fang Ning's hands were still forming the ancient seals, her brows furrowed, she was a little confused.

Xu Qingyuan? Who is that? Is he from Daxuan?
Why did he suddenly attack Ye Wuyou, and how did he kill Ye Wuyou?
Everything just happened almost in an instant. Fang Ning didn't even react. He just felt his mind was in a trance for a moment, and Ye Wuyou, who was standing on the steps, turned into minced meat in an instant.

Under the gazes of everyone, the figure retreated dozens of feet away. At this moment, his face was extremely gloomy, and the black sword in his hand trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Ye Wuyou looked forward.

At this moment, Bai Lu's eyes were filled with ferocity as she looked coldly at the group of people outside the hall. She opened her hands and blocked Ye Wuyou's body.

The words and reminder from the narration just now made his qi burst out uncontrollably, defusing this real murderous intent.

But this murderous intent did not come from the new Taoist who replaced Xu Qingyuan as he expected.

It was Fang Ning and Lu Caiwei.

What exactly are they doing?
Why do you say you are Xu Qingyuan?

Did they mistake the piece of minced meat on the ground for Ye Wuyou?

"What are you doing! He is Ye Wuyou!" Bai Lu frowned and shouted at Fang Ning.

She only knew Fang Ning and Lu Qingshan.

However, Fang Ning frowned and looked at Bai Lu, shaking his head slightly.

"What are you thinking about? He just...clearly killed Ye Wuyou."

But the next moment, Fang Ning looked a little confused...

No, if Ye Wuyou died, then what about Bai Lu?

But just as Fang Ning had a hint of doubt in her mind, the next second, an idea inexplicably came to her mind.

Yes, this is not Bailu, but just another fox demon. Fox demons are best at changing their shapes.

Ye Wuyou gently grabbed Bai Lu's arm and shook his head.

"This is caused by something weird...Bai Lu, do you still recognize me?"

Bai Lu nodded, but shook her head after a moment.

"You look exactly like the Ye Wuyou I remembered, but... I don't feel familiar with you. I even feel strange."

"But I'm not that stupid. The aura on you, along with the mark of the contract, let me know that you are Ye Wuyou."

Is it because of the destiny contract?
[Mortals are ultimately ignorant! They are easily influenced by this piece of junk. Well, since that lunatic wanted to drag you into the game, the way to break the situation now is simple.]

【Crush them! 】

Wreckage, wreckage again!
Thoughts raced through his mind, and scenes of Xu Qingyuan's previous abnormalities flashed through his mind.

Why couldn't he tell the difference between the jailer and Xu Qingyuan before? It was not until Xu Qingyuan took action that he realized everything.

What is the last resort that Xu Qingyuan mentioned?
What did Xu Qingyuan think when he realized that there might be a second Daozi to replace him?
His pupils suddenly shrank, and Ye Wuyou suddenly understood something.

Give everything to yourself? Live for me?
I really lived for him.

In everyone's eyes at this moment, his and Xu Qingyuan's identities have changed.

Is Xu Qingyuan, whom they had just killed and who could not be deader, Ye Wuyou in their eyes?

[Identity exchange]

Xu Qingyuan...you deserve to die!
At this point, how could he not understand what that madman was thinking in the end?
That madman thought that there might be a second Daozi who would appear to replace him and inherit everything from him.

So in order to avoid this situation, Xu Qingyuan used what he called the last resort, the wreckage of the road whose face could not be seen clearly.

That was Xu Qingyuan’s second strange statue.

He turned himself into Xu Qingyuan.

In this way, the one who inherits everything from him will be yourself.

Xu Qingyuan thought that as long as his identity existed, there would not be a second Daozi.

The most perfect result is that Ye Wuyou is both the Taoist disciple of Daxuan and the successor of the national master of Dayan.

But obviously, everything is going against expectations.

It turned out to be the worst outcome.

There is an additional strange Daozi, an additional Xu Qingyuan who should have been dead, and one less Ye Wuyou.

"I told you not to do unnecessary things in [Backtracking]... You are such a self-righteous fool. You can't predict what the future will be like."

A familiar voice suddenly came.

"stop."

Lu Caiwei, who was about to attack again, paused. The old man in gray robe showed his aura, but after hearing the words, he quietly stepped aside.

The thought only lasted for a moment, and when Ye Wuyou saw Lu Qingshan walking out of the hall, he was shocked.

It was the first time he saw his master in such a trance-like state.

But Ye Wuyou calmed down immediately.

He spread his hands towards the crowd and Lu Qingshan, and the three layers of Tianyan appeared in his palms.

Ye Wuyou knew that Lu Qingshan was the only one here who could understand what this meant.

Even though the weirdness seems to be able to change people's perception of [identity], it cannot change the things that they control, nor can it change the memories they have.

Tian Yan, only I know the Tian Yan!
However, this move did not cause any waves.

Instead, Bai Lu was stunned at this moment, and then spoke in a hurried tone.

"What are you doing right now?"

Lu Qingshan acted as if he had seen nothing. He moved his eyes away from the crushed corpse and slowly looked forward.

Looking ahead at Ye Wuyou.

There was confusion in his eyes, and even a hint of anger that had never been seen before.

Lu Qingshan slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Wuyou.

There was a hint of disbelief and deep confusion in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

"Master, Lu Qingshan!!! I am Ye Wuyou!" He let out the most painful roar.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou felt like he was on the edge of an abyss.

[The stinking and corrupt scholar from the past is now full of murderous intentions towards you. Yes, he has had bad intentions for a long time. The inexplicable fear he felt before is like a thorn in your heart.]

[How could this group of mortals be able to see through the impact caused by the debris of the Great Dao? 】

[Now you no longer hesitate. After all these thousands of years, you will never allow anyone to stab you in the back again! Send them to transcendence, they will understand all this by themselves, and they should have no regrets in their graves.]

Only weirdness can counter weirdness.

The impact of [Backtracking] and [Identity Swap] has turned the situation into an unprecedented one.

A strong life-and-death crisis came.

In Ye Wuyou's gaze, the black shadow behind Lu Qingshan seemed to move.

enough!

He grabbed Bai Lu, and the ghost wrapped them both, plunging them into concealment.

But can this really prevent Lu Qingshan from casting [Death]?

Lu Qingshan still kept his hand outstretched, pointing to the empty space in front of him.

But there was some confusion in his eyes.

That finger never fell.

The face of that figure was obviously very unfamiliar, it was not Ye Wuyou.

But the last sentence.

"Master, Lu Qingshan!!! I am Ye Wuyou!"

Lu Qingshan's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He seemed to remember something.

Tian Yan.

Is Ye Wuyou really dead?

The last scene I saw in the Tianyan method.

The sky was full of stars at night, and I was standing outside the hall, and this was the scene I saw.

On the square covered with corpses and blood, Ye Wuyou walked towards them with a knife.

But Ye Wuyou is dead, how did that scene happen?
If Ye Wuyou is dead, then who is that person?
If he were still alive...

So, could the scene that I saw and deduced really happen?
But no matter which one.

Even Lu Qingshan couldn't accept it!

Lu Qingshan, who always had a calm and composed look in the past, now had a trace of pain and confusion in his eyes.

Zhang Shixuan, the Taoist in blue robe, had cold eyes at the moment, and the wound on his neck was still aching. He turned his head, first glanced at the maidservant, then looked at Old Song, the protector of the sixth realm.

"Mr. Song, are you just going to let Xu Qingyuan go like this?"

"He was clearly dead, but he's still alive now. Is he going to give away his secrets to others?"

"Let alone other things, this method of concealing one's breath, which is completely independent of one's body shape, is great."

Old Song narrowed his eyes slightly and took a glance. Da Xuan and the others who came with him were about to chase out to investigate.

But he was stopped by a voice.

"you dare!"

Lu Qingshan, who was in agony just now, now raised his head and looked at everyone indifferently, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes at all.

"No matter what this person did, I will bring him back personally." Lu Qingshan said coldly.

Mr. Song was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"Master Lu, Xu Qingyuan is actually the former Taoist disciple of our Daxuan Baiyun Temple. He died half a year ago... He should be handed over to us for disposal."

He was responded with a calm voice.

"Do you need me to tell you again?"

Old Song remained silent, and eventually fell silent.

Their level of cultivation is different from those young ones.

They knew a lot of secrets, so they more or less reached a consensus.

Don't push anyone with strange intentions into a desperate situation.

Otherwise, the development of things will be unpredictable.

Lu Qingshan glanced around calmly, looked at Lu Caiwei, and was about to say something.

There was a sudden fluctuation of energy coming from the hall behind him.

Accompanied by a scream.

On the main seat, Emperor Yuan, who had just stood up, had his eyes wide open and a hand stretched out from his chest.

Emperor Yuan, who had sat on the throne of Great Yan for more than thirty years, now had vacant eyes and used his last bit of strength to slightly tilt his head.

"You, you...why?"

Emperor Yuan didn't understand.

Why would the old man who had been with him since he was still the prince of a feudal prince suddenly stab him in the back?
The old eunuch behind him had a calm look, but the expression on his face was becoming increasingly strange.

The old eunuch couldn't help laughing after all.

next moment.

The old eunuch was lifted up by a huge force, the wall collapsed, and the eunuch's flesh and blood exploded.

Punch after punch, with enough force to easily send Ye Wuyou flying, now landed heavily on the old eunuch.

But then, Lu Qingshan's eyes froze.

The old man under him, who was originally a eunuch, had a different expression on his face at some point.

Emperor Yuan.

No, it's not just the face.

Temperament, breath, voice, everything is exactly the same as Li Yuan.

"Brother, are you going to kill me?" The voice came from the person below him with confusion.

Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, then punched the man in the face again.

A roar came from the hall.

The old man Dao Zong was giving the dying Emperor Yuan a pill, but his brows were still furrowed.

It seems... there's no hope?

Lu Qingshan took a few steps back and looked at the huge figure in front of him.

His body is like an ape, with a white head and red feet.

"Zhu Yan... So it was you who was rescued from the Heavenly Prison by those evildoers?"

Lu Qingshan naturally remembered the monster that had once been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

The demon beast called Zhu Yan was very powerful. It was only at the fourth realm before, but it reached the sixth realm in just a few months.

Zhu Yan cannot be killed easily.

From ancient times to the present, Zhu Yan's appearance in the world represents war.

What Lu Qingshan wanted to know was why no one could detect the existence of this monster.

As if to answer everyone's doubts, Zhu Yan stretched out his human-like claws with a ferocious laugh and gently waved them across his face.

Faces appeared on his face.

The elderly, children, women, men, young people, middle-aged people...

The faces changed wildly, and even the aura of the monster became as normal as that of a human.

【Thousands of people, thousands of faces】

Lu Qingshan sighed lightly, with a hint of belated understanding in his eyes.

The reason why his Tianyan couldn’t deduce these changes... was it because there were too many weird things here?
The changes brought about by the weirdness are unpredictable.

How many weird things are there in the Great Yan Imperial City at this moment?
Lu Qingshan could not have anticipated the current complicated situation, and he even forgot some things.

【Death】【Backtrack】【Identity Replacement】【Ghost】【Thousands of People, Thousands of Faces】

If we add to that the unknown weirdness of the blue-robed Taoist priest, and the [Forgetfulness] that Ye Wuyou has never integrated.

It was as if seven strange creatures had gathered in this small hall at the same time.

Zhu Yan laughed out loud at this moment.

He didn't seem to want to leave alive.

"You humans are really interesting... You have ruined several of our plans in a row. As the last link in the plan, I am of no use at the moment."

"I wanted to continue hiding, but after thinking about it, I realized that it would be nice to kill your emperor for fun, right?"

Thousands of swords pierce the heart.

The Sword Sect's leader appeared in the hall at some point in time, and his aura at the peak of the Sixth Realm of Heavenly Power instantly crushed Zhu Yan to the ground.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. I don't want to leave alive. I really want to know why you guys have ruined our plans so many times."

Plan, what plan?
"Initially, we used this strangeness, in cooperation with the enlightened demon fox from Qingqiu, to allow all the demons to transform and enter your territory. It would take at most half a year to infiltrate the entire territory, but you discovered us. How did you crack it?"

"We lost a lot of strength at the temple. Three months ago, we gave that guy a precious sword made of the blood of tens of millions of lives. It should have taken a few months for it to escape perfectly and no one could stop it. But you destroyed it."

"As a result, both plans went awry. It would be meaningless for me to stay in your imperial city as the final person in charge."

Is that so... So that's how it is. A series of mistakes and coincidences led to all this.

It seems that they were all discovered by Ye Wuyou.

Is this a coincidence?
Is this just a coincidence?

Lu Qingshan didn't want to listen at all at this moment.

He first walked to his junior brother's side, squatted down, and looked calm.

The old man from Dao Sect at the side pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

"Lu Qingshan, I have used a secret method to keep him alive, but it will take at most seven days."

"What about after seven days?"

The old man Dao Zong said nothing.

Lu Qingshan was silent for a long time.

"Thank you very much."

Suddenly, there was a roar outside the hall again.

Accompanied by a surge of energy and a hysterical roar.

"Die to me!"

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outside the hall.

The moment the roar erupted in the hall, almost all the practitioners of Da Yan in the surrounding area rushed in again.

Taoist Zhang Shixuan, dressed in a blue robe, stood outside the hall with a gloomy face, not caring about what was happening inside the hall.

They were not from Dayan, so naturally they didn't care about the emperor's life or death.

In a sense, if the emperor died, it would not be a good thing...

His eyes swept over the sword-wielding girl and he frowned slightly.

Is this the woman who was once kicked out of the Lu family?
The latter's eyes were fixed on the pile of corpse fragments on the ground.

A few pieces of purple robe were blown away by the wind.

Then, Lu Caiwei turned and left without saying a word.

Tsk, it seems that the woman from the Lu family is somewhat concerned about this heir of Lu Qingshan...

Sadly, he's already dead.

Retracting his gaze, Zhang Shixuan tilted his head and said lightly.

"Mr. Song, that should be Xu Qingyuan. When he was alive, do you know what he controlled?"

"I don't know either."

Zhang Shixuan was not surprised and continued.

"Half a year ago, he left the sect alone. No one knew where he went and he died outside. But now he is standing in front of us alive."

"Mr. Song, I don't want to see him, but I want to know his secrets. What do you think?"

Zhang Shixuan looked at the old man in gray robe.

The latter was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Daozi, at this critical moment, how about not creating unnecessary troubles to avoid ruining the plan?"

Zhang Shixuan had a faint smile on his face and his tone was cold.

"Mr. Song also knows the plan, so you should know who is the key to the plan."

"Since it involves the sect, I certainly want to contribute, but I am confused right now, and I am injured and not in good condition. I am afraid that I may accidentally delay the plan."

Old Song sighed softly and waved towards the darkness.

The next moment, he rushed out, followed by several figures.

They went to the entrances and exits of the formations in various parts of the imperial city.

Although Xu Qingyuan has escaped from here using an unknown method of "hiding", there are formations in the imperial city, and entry and exit are restricted.

As long as they can firmly control the imperial city, it will not be easy for the other party to escape.

If you try to leave forcefully, the formation will become abnormal.

Zhang Shixuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xu Qingyuan, since you are not dead, what is the meaning of your appearance now?

He was very afraid of Xu Qingyuan.

That guy was once a Taoist disciple of Baiyun Temple, but he was dismissive of the sect's elders and even the sect master's words, and no one could restrain him.

Zhang Shixuan was once very curious. Since the other party was so rampant, was there no one who could kill him?

But he died in the end.

He left the sect alone and died somewhere unknown.

If he hadn't died, many things wouldn't have happened to me.

Looking at the figures of several people leaving, Zhang Shixuan snorted coldly, turned around and was about to step into the hall.

A dark blue ghost hand gently emerged.

The shadows of the zither and sword appeared in an instant.

Along with the extremely sharp blade, an extremely brilliant vortex of energy burst out.

Zhang Shixuan was stunned. He raised his hand to use his magical power, and something strange appeared behind him.

The next moment, he only saw Ye Wuyou's red and bloodshot eyes, filled with the most intense murderous intent.

He didn't leave? How dare he still be here?
The wide palace gate has now completely turned into ruins.

There was another pool of debris on the ground.

The purple and blue robes were torn and mixed together.

(End of this chapter)