My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 43 Give Me Three Minutes

The man in brocade robe made hand gestures with his hands, which kept changing, and then raised them high, as if he was performing some magical power.

But there was no response, and the surrounding mummies gathered around.

"No, illusions don't work!"

On the other side, Ye Wuyou's figure kept flashing in the crowd, and what Zhao Changhe taught was fully utilized in this situation.

In addition, invisible blue arms kept emerging from his body. As Ye Wuyou moved, the rotten corpses around him fell down one by one.

"This group of people are not strong. They seem to be practitioners who died a long time ago. Occasionally, a few of them have magical powers."

The pressure on Ye Wuyou's side was not that great. It was not known whether it was the arrogant words of the man in brocade robe that caused most of the mummies to rush towards the other side.

"boom!"

A huge roar was heard from the encirclement of the man in brocade robe, and then more than a dozen mummies were thrown into the sky by the other side.

"This won't work." Ye Wuyou made a quick judgment in his mind.

It would be a loss for the living to fight with the dead, especially since the other side has more people and some of them can even use magical powers.

The most urgent task right now is to find the source of this place, that strange eyeball.

He shouted to the man in brocade robe, "Hold on first. I have a way to find that thing."

After saying this, without caring about the other party's response, Ye Wuyou took a quick step, and his giant blue hand tore into pieces a corpse in front of him who was about to use magical powers, and jumped onto a dilapidated house nearby.

Standing on the roof, Ye Wuyou looked around frantically.

"No, no, no, it must be nearby, I felt it."

Weird, or perhaps it was the aura of the remains of the Great Dao. Ye Wuyou had dealt with it so many times that he was very familiar with it.

Although the eyeball was not a wreckage, it had the same aura.

That special feeling, the feeling that wants to invade people, must be right.

"found it!"

Ye Wuyou took a big step and jumped towards another roof, but when he got there, he found that it was empty and there was nothing there.

His expression changed, then he closed his eyes, then opened them after a moment and shouted at the man in brocade robe who was still fighting with the group of mummies below.

"Something's wrong! That thing is moving!"

As soon as these words came out, the expression of the man in brocade robe instantly turned ugly.

Although he had never seen what was inside the purple gold bell, as he was in the Qianhuan Sect, he vaguely knew that what was inside was not an ordinary thing.

But no matter how strange something is, as long as it is a dead object… Even if it is not a dead object, as long as it does not move or run, its danger will be greatly reduced.

Just like a tiger, it knows the danger, but if the tiger can only stay in place and cannot move, then the danger will naturally be greatly reduced, and it can even be considered to be hunted and killed.

But now, it moves.

There was a sound of tiles collapsing from a house on the side of the street, but then Ye Wuyou stood out empty-handed and looked away.

Obviously, that thing ran away again.

Not only that, as if they knew that this group of mummies could not trap the two of them, the crowd of black shadows below changed.

Ye Wuyou stood on the roof and saw clearly that several rotten bodies with strong aura were slowly growing flesh and blood, followed by skin.

Rejuvenated.

The dead practitioners are weak, but if they come back to life, it will be a completely different story.

"Pay attention, those guys are coming back to life."

Ye Wuyou shouted towards the bottom, and then he rushed towards the resurrected mummies.

He didn't want to save the man in brocade robe, but if those half-human, half-ghost guys came back to life, they would definitely not be able to hold on, and he would definitely be hindered.

"leave me alone!"

A loud shout came from the street, causing Ye Wuyou to stop.

"Brother Ye, you are only at the first level, just go find that thing, don't worry about me!"

"I still want to kill the fox demon, and then use this treasure to rebuild my sect! These ghosts want to stop me!!! No way!" As the man in brocade robe spoke, his eyes quickly swept around, and the sharp aura passed through his own arm, and blood mixed with aura flowed out of his body.

The man in brocade robe was chanting something rapidly, his bloody arm was raised tremblingly, and he kept changing his spells.

The blood, along with the energy, turned into sharp threads, and then swept out to the surroundings for dozens of feet, with the man in brocade robe as the center.

The blood line was extremely sharp, and in an instant, most of the rotten corpses were cut in half.

The man in brocade robe raised his hands, and the remaining blood turned into drops of blood that sprinkled on the remaining mummies around him, and then a raging fire exploded.

That group of dark mummies was actually dealt with by the man in brocade robe alone.

Ye Wuyou stood on the house, watching this scene, his heart slightly shocked, but his eyes were shining.

The reason why he was able to kill the other party easily before was mostly because he used the invisible ghost hand to take advantage of the situation. It doesn't mean that practitioners in the third realm are weak.

Practitioners in the three realms obviously have some hidden tricks up their sleeves.

I didn’t bring the wrong person this time.

If Ye Wuyou were to deal with these rotten mummies himself, it would probably take a lot of effort.

The man in brocade robe panted, then jumped onto the roof and looked around.

"Have you found it?"

"Yes, it was not found at first, but after you killed them all, it seemed that it could not help but come out."

Ye Wuyou looked calmly at a roof in the distance.

A strange creature stood there.

Half of its head was fur-free, revealing its white bones. Its originally flawless white fur had now turned yellow, and not much hair was left. A tail consisting of only bones was gently shaking behind it.

Although its appearance had changed a lot, Ye Wuyou still recognized it and knew why that thing could move.

That familiar breath is within the body of this fox demon.

Yes, if the dead man in brocade robe can be controlled, then there is no need to say more about this fox demon.

"That damn thing, the root of everything that happened here, is inside the demon fox."

Looking in the direction of Ye Wuyou's finger, the man in brocade robe swallowed, but then his eyes were replaced by resentment.

"Demon fox! It's you, the evil beast, who caused me to fall into this state!"

As he said this, before Ye Wuyou could do anything, the man in brocade robe jumped out, clasped his hands together, and his whole body was emitting a little light, which looked like some kind of magical power.

But the fox was extremely agile, and just like Ye Wuyou before, the man in brocade robe missed.

For some reason, the fox demon was still standing on the roof in the distance. It slowly stopped, turned around and stared at the two of them with its empty eye sockets.

It was as if he was joking and mocking her.

The man in brocade robe looked unwilling, but he knew very well that he could not catch up with the fox.

He turned his head and looked at his side, "Brother Ye, is there any way? As long as we catch that demon fox, I am sure I can seal that ghost thing."

"Well, Brother Ye? Why is there white smoke coming out of your head?"

Ye Wuyou's skin turned red all over. He slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a wisp of hot white air.

As the "Formless Heart Sutra" was practiced, all the Qi in the body rushed towards several acupoints.

Zhao Changhe’s words that day seemed to ring in his ears at this moment.

"This is called burning blood. You need to draw the Qi from the Qi Sea on a daily basis and store it in a fixed meridian. When you are about to fight the enemy, you can boil your own blood and Qi to use it...

It lasted about three minutes..."

"Give me three minutes." The fiery words came out.

The next moment, Ye Wuyou stepped heavily on the roof with his toes and his figure disappeared.

As he stepped on it, the layers of bricks and tiles on the roof were first silent, and then all the tiles flew away, exploding layer by layer!

(End of this chapter)