My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 41 Mirror Flowers and Moon in the Water
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The man in brocade robe fell to the ground, his eyes were gloomy at first, but soon turned into surprise and joy.

He quickly turned over and no longer cared about Tu Su who was lying on the ground. Instead, he pointed at Ye Wuyou who had just made the move in surprise.

"You, you just used the Qi, are you awake?"

After seeing Ye Wuyou nod, the gloomy eyes of the man in brocade robe finally showed a glimmer of light, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, okay, I knew there must be someone who didn't get trapped. That's good, that's good. Finally I'm not the only one."

"Take a step to speak."

The two turned into a small alley, and Ye Wuyou stopped and turned to look at the man in brocade robe.

The line of sight has already been switched. After all, a rotten corpse is unpleasant to the eyes.

At such a close distance, as long as Ye Wuyou thinks about it, even if the opponent is a cultivator of the third realm, "Ghost" can kill the opponent instantly.

But Ye Wuyou had other ideas.

The man in brocade robe didn't know that he was dead. Before he heard the bell, he was still a cultivator with normal behavior logic, and he was in the third realm.

Since the "root" of this place, the monster's eyeball can control the other party, then why can't I get closer to that strange eyeball through him?
Compared to the weak Bai Lu before, at least this man in brocade robe who looks lively and energetic is more suitable as a helper.

Or in other words, it is exploitation.

But Ye Wuyou had no qualms about using a dead person who had attacked him when he was alive.

It just requires some small preparation.

Ye Wuyou briefly told the man in brocade robes about his discoveries in the past few days and concealed the issue of time, because he knew that the man in brocade robes only had three days of memory of the village.

"Brother Ye, are you saying that you have found a way to leave this place?" The man in brocade robe looked excited.

"Almost, but to be precise, I just know what caused this damn place."

Ye Wuyou explained to the man and mentioned the item "Thousand Illusions Purple Gold Bell".

Sure enough, when talking about this thing, the man in brocade robe's expression changed, as if he had some secret.

But soon, out of a strong desire to leave this place, but most importantly because Ye Wuyou was only in one realm and he could kill him at will, the man in brocade robe revealed some things.

"Yes, I also guess that all this is related to the Thousand Illusions Purple Gold Bell. To be honest, I am the last descendant of the Thousand Illusions Sect and I have some knowledge about this thing."

"This purple gold bell is not actually a bell. It is just a carrier. It won't make a sound under normal circumstances. If an outsider insists on ringing it, he will lose his mind in an instant. If he is lucky, he will lose his memory and become an idiot. If he is unlucky, he will be killed directly."

"If you must use it, you will need to use the unique formula of my Qianhuan Sect, but I can't tell you this formula."

[Magic formula? Do I need you to tell me? A broken bell can only be hung on a dog, and only a bunch of you trash would treat it as a treasure.]

Ye Wuyou listened quietly, and then raised a question at the right time.

"What if the bell breaks?"

"Broken?"

"Yes, didn't you say that the bell is just a carrier? Is there something else inside?" Ye Wuyou said.

"To be honest, I... accidentally saw an eyeball when I was unconscious earlier."

The face of the man in brocade robe suddenly turned ugly. He realized the meaning of Ye Wuyou's words. At this moment, he kept walking on the spot, seeming to be thinking about something.

But as the last successor of Qianhuan Sect and the master's disciple, the man in brocade robe did look like he had something, and he spoke slowly at this moment.

"The purple gold bell is just a carrier. Even if it is broken, I still have a way to seal it, but I need a container."

"What kind of container?"

"I want something above the Xuan level..." The man in brocade robe paused, then glanced around, trying to find something.

But this village obviously didn't have what he wanted, and he himself was a pauper, so he changed his words and said, "Forget it, at least it has to be something that is not ordinary, but has some spirituality."

An artifact with some spirituality?

Ye Wuyou thought about it and found that he and the other people in Tianlao seemed to be a little poor.

There is no magic weapon. "No, wait a minute." Ye Wuyou said to the man in brocade robe, then turned and left.

A moment later, Ye Wuyou came back with a red handprint on his face.

He never expected that Lin Qingqing had kept this thing in her arms, so it was a bit embarrassing for him to take it.

He threw out a bell, and the fox spirit inside it had been wiped out.

"Take a look at this, can it be used?"

"This thing is used by you people in the Heavenly Prison to track the breath of monsters... It's nothing, it can barely be used with a trace of spirituality, but this thing can't be sealed for long, and it will have to be replaced sooner or later."

The man in brocade robe accepted the bell and sighed silently.

"The greatest treasure is hard to find, and the prison is so poor."

[You poor bastard, you actually know how to use "also". I killed you seven times but you didn't drop any gold coins.]

Ye Wuyou patted his shoulder. The man in brocade robe was a little confused, but Ye Wuyou had already walked out of the alley.

"Come on, let's go find that thing."

After standing there and thinking for a while, the man in brocade robe, who didn't notice anything, followed Ye Wuyou away.

[How boring! What's the point of wasting your soul on this dead person? That foolish thing is no match for you. It's just a trace of the aura of the Great Dao. You can easily suppress it with a wave of your hand.]

Haha, Ye Wuyou didn’t pay any attention to the dog barking in the narration.

Not my match?

At that time, I had ventured into the first level of the Formless Heart Sutra and reached the state of selflessness, but in the end, I was easily crushed and turned into a madman?
If Ye Wuyou had believed the narrator's lies about everything, he would have died many times.

The method of splitting the soul was taught to him by the remnant soul of Xia Anmeng, and was later improved by the narration and turned into the "Soul Control Sutra" that even he could use.

Ye Wuyou left a trace of his soul on the man in brocade robe.

It was just a little bit, compared to the part given to Lu Caiwei last time, it was a drop in the bucket, so Ye Wuyou did not feel any pain.

Moreover, this trace of soul did not penetrate deeply, but only attached to the body shallowly. The other party was not a cultivator of soul, so he could not detect it, and Ye Wuyou could not control the other party.

But his soul can resist the strange erosion, so even if it is only a little bit, facing the "eyeball" that is not even the wreckage of the road, it will be more or less useful, right?

Of course, Ye Wuyou did all this not to protect the other party, but to give himself a buffer reaction time.

Even if the man in brocade robe was controlled by that thing and his memory was erased, he would be able to kill him in time.

The two came to the well at the east entrance of the village.

The well that had been so terrifying last night now looked normal, and there were even traces of villagers fetching water around it.

But Ye Wuyou knew that the key lay in this well.

People gradually gathered around. After all, the man in brocade robe was from outside the village and had been unkind to Tu Su before.

Ye Wuyou sighed softly, "Wait a moment, I'll go and disperse them."

The man in brocade robe was about to show his aura, but when he heard Ye Wuyou's words, a strange look appeared on his face.

"You still care about these people? Oh, yes, including your colleagues in the Sky Prison."

The man in brocade robe thought for a moment, then waved his sleeves towards the people around him, "Thank you, Brother Ye, for your concern. I'll help you deal with it."

The figures around were all startled, then looked confused and walked back to their own houses.

Looking at Ye Wuyou's surprised look, the man in brocade robe smiled.

"Brother Ye, why are you so surprised? As a member of the Qianhuan Sect, is it strange for me to use illusions?"

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze, a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Isn't this already an illusion?
Can you perform magic in a fantasy? What is this? Is this really possible?
[Such a simple question, you will understand everything after a little thought. The illusion is nothing but a mirage, but nine are true and one is false. What is a mirage to you is the truth to others.]

(End of this chapter)