I am practicing in a weird world

　She and Xiao Yi looked at Lin Lingniao together, waiting for Lin Lingniao's explanation.

　Lin Lingniao said, "When I walked out of the temple, I sensed the spirits in all directions. Besides sensing the undead pouring into the villages and towns, I also vaguely sensed fear. At the time, I didn't think much of it, and I didn't know who was fearing what. But now I think it's very likely that it was Wuer's fear. He was afraid of the temple."

　"The temple was built by Ur, and he is the master of the temple. Why would he be afraid of it?"

　Disbelief appeared on Xia He's face.

　At this moment, Xiao Yi suddenly thought of something. He said, "It's possible that Wuer is really afraid, but he's not afraid of the temple. He's afraid of the undead living under the temple."

　He gathered his thoughts and continued, "The number of undead is enormous. Even if the three of us were together, we wouldn't be able to handle such a large number of them. Ur is alone, and those undead hate him deeply. It's not surprising that he's afraid."

　"But he used a magic circle to control the undead. In the eyes of the undead, Ur is not Ur at all. We are Ur." Xia He said.

　"Maybe Wuer is afraid that the formation will get out of control." Xiao Yi said.

　He continued, "Ull is on the side of the Blood Cup. Judging from the fight, he doesn't possess the gift of the Inner Lamp. Therefore, the daydreams he creates are just like yours—crude artifacts. The number of undead is growing larger and larger. Using crude daydreams to control such a vast number of undead is like suspending an incredibly heavy hammer with a piece of cotton string. Accidents could happen at any moment."

　"Haha, now that you put it that way, old man Ur is a wimp. He was so scared that he didn't even dare to pick up the spoils." Xia He said.

　At this time, Lin Lingniao interrupted, "If he wasn't a wimp, he wouldn't have brought so many doubles. People who keep their real bodies hidden in an absolutely safe place and only use their doubles to fight are usually not people who face danger head-on. These types of enemies are often very difficult to kill."

　"Hey, I feel sick just thinking about that old man Ur. He's so cowardly. It makes me so angry. He doesn't even have the courage to confront me face to face. He's simply not a man."

　A look of depression appeared on Xia He's face.

　"Let's not talk about that turtle anymore. Let's talk about something else."

　Xia He looked at Xiao Yi and asked, "Why does your Flame of Strife feel different from mine?"

　Volume 1: Chapter 672: Revisiting the Woods

　"My flame of conflict contains the art of destruction." Xiao Yi said.

　"What kind of skill is that?"

　A look of confusion appeared on Xia He's face.

　According to the general understanding, the destruction of the physical body is destruction, but Xia He feels that Xiao Yi’s destruction should not be like this.

　Otherwise, she could also destroy the enemy's body, which doesn't make sense.

　"It's the skill of the Split Wolf. It's hard to explain in words. If you want to use this skill, you must first understand what death is and what fear is. To understand these things, in addition to having talent, you also need to experience death and fear yourself. Only by experiencing it yourself can you...

　Only by embracing death and fear can one fully understand what these two things are. I have experienced death countless times in order to learn this skill."

　When Xiao Yi thought of the scene when he was learning the composition of cinnabar, a look of emotion appeared on his face.

　In the illusion of the Cinnabar Structure, he experienced death countless times.

　"Is this flame of conflict what you learned in the secret cinnabar structure?" Xia He asked.

　She had also seen the Cinnabar Structure, but was unable to learn anything from it. In that illusion, she gained nothing except the pain and fear of being killed.

　"That's right." Xiao Yi said.

　After he finished speaking, he looked at Xia He with an interested look on his face and asked, "What is that power of yours that can twist people into a twist?"

　Since Xia He asked him about power, he could naturally ask the same question.

　Xia He's power can not only form a protective shield to protect herself, but also use her power to twist Ur's Killing Angel into a twist. Xiao Yi is also curious about this power.

　"That is the power of the secret teachings of 'The Bronze Structure'. This secret teaching is on the same level as your Cinnabar Structure." Xia He said.

　She paused and continued, "Although the Bronze Structure is on the same level as the Cinnabar Structure, the power it possesses is not a remarkable one. It is just the kind of power that everyone possesses."

　"What kind of power is this that everyone possesses?" Xiao Yi asked in confusion.

　“That’s the power.”

　After Xia He finished speaking, he punched the air, causing it to explode.

　She continued, "The essence of this power is the power of life. 'The Bronze Structure' records how to control this power. Ordinary people use it by punching, but I can do more. I can make this power burst out directly in the form of energy, twisting the enemy into a pretzel. I can also distort the power of others attacking me, and even rebound 100%. So the Killing Angel can't hurt me at all."

　"It feels pretty strong." Xiao Yi said.

　He couldn't find a way to use this method to twist a person into a pretzel, nor could he make him rebound.

　Imagine that he used a sword to chop Xia He. As soon as the sword touched Xia He, the power contained in it was rebounded. He was simply invincible.

　"Well, what will you do if I don't agree to kill you?" Xia He suddenly asked.

　"What are you talking about?"

　A look of confusion appeared on Xiao Yi's face.

　"At the treasure trove, you said that the townspeople were my believers. Do you need to ask for my opinion on whether to kill them or not? I'll tell you what happened at that time." Xia He said.

　"I won't do anything. I'll just leave it to you. If you have a better way to open the door, you can do whatever you want." Xiao Yi said.

　Time passed quickly as we drank and celebrated while chatting casually.

　Afterwards, everyone went to other places to play.

　In the evening, everyone parted ways.

　Lin Lingniao got on Xiao Yi's car and started his journey home.

　Xia He returned to her room.

　The morning of the third day.

　After a day's rest, Xiao Yi had recovered from the fatigue of the battle.

　My physical condition has recovered and it's time to get down to business.

　Xiao Yi got up from the bed in the warehouse, began to wash and put on neat clothes.

　After doing all this, Xiao Yi concentrated his will, and suddenly, a path began to unfold before his eyes. It was a road winding around the top of the mountain, with bright silver atmosphere in all directions.

　Xiao Yi took a step forward and stepped onto the road. Suddenly, the scene behind him began to become blurred, while the road in front of him became clearer and clearer.

　Walking along the road, he soon came to a place. It was a house built among the trees, with vines as walls and branches as support. It was a house full of forest style. It was the home of the golden-eyed moth.

　"Boom boom boom!"

　Xiao Yi knocked on the door.

　"Who is it?"

　The sound of the golden-eyed moth came from inside.

　The door was opened, and the image of a moth with golden pupils appeared in Xiao Yi's eyes.

　She was wearing a loose black long skirt with Gothic-style flowers and patterns on the hem, which made her look very expensive.

　When the golden-eyed moth saw Xiao Yi, surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes. She asked, "How did you know I wasn't going to work today?"

　"Because I have been paying close attention to you and know that you are resting today." Xiao Yi said.

　"Wow, feels like a stalker."

　A smile appeared on the face of the golden-eyed moth.

　Although she said this, it was just a joke and her heart was filled with joy.

　"I'm not tracking you. I can find out by just keeping a close eye on you." Xiao Yi said.

　"You came to me because you have prepared something that can make me happy?"

　Jin Tong asked.

　"There are some things I don't understand, and I want to ask you to answer my questions." Xiao Yi said.

　"boom!"

　The sound of the door closing was heard, and Xiao Yi was locked outside.

　Inside the house, an expression of dissatisfaction emerged on the face of the golden-eyed moth: You haven't come to see me for so long, you only think of me when something happens.

　She seemed angry. Why was she angry all of a sudden? She was fine when she opened the door?

　Doubts arose in Xiao Yi's mind.

　The next moment, inspiration flashed in my mind: She seemed to be angry after hearing my request. When she opened the door, she was not angry, and her face was full of expectation.

　He knocked on the door again and said loudly, "Solving my doubts is just a side note. I have the Wangpi frame drum. We can listen to the drumbeat of life together."

　With a creak, the door opened again.

　A look of surprise appeared on the face of the golden-eyed moth. She asked, "You found the king's drum?"

　"Although I don't know if the drum I found is the one you mentioned, it is indeed called a Wangpi frame drum. At least that's what a friend of mine calls it."

　Xiao Yi took out the drum from the space ring and presented it to the golden-eyed moth.

　“It is indeed the Wangpi frame drum.”

　Admiration welled up in her golden-eyed moth eyes as she said, "Did you know that this drum is made of the skin of a king? It's said that it's made of the skin of a wheel."

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　Volume 1: Chapter 673 Key Points

　"Are you talking about the old god who was murdered in the woods?" Xiao Yi asked.

　He had come across many secret transmissions, including those on the side of the blade and others. Some of these transmissions contained fragments of information related to rotation.

　In front of the Pure White Gate, there is a huge stone with a wheel symbol depicted on it.

　However, all he knew were a few fragments.

　"You actually know about rotation?"

　Surprise appeared on the face of the golden-eyed moth.

　The wheel belongs to the old god, and it is not the old god on the side of the blade. Information about the old god is only recorded in high-level secret transmissions.

　"I only know a few words, and I have forgotten which book I saw it in." Xiao Yi said.

　"These are not important. What's important is that I can hit this drum. What kind of sound will this legendary object make?"

　The golden-eyed moth's face was full of anticipation.

　She pulled Xiao Yi into the house and asked, "Have you composed any new music?"

　"No." Xiao Yi shook his head.

　He had played many beautiful tunes for the Golden-Eyed Moth in the past, but those were not actually created by him. Instead, they were his trophies, which he had obtained from treasure troves, strange scenes, or dreams at the Peacock Gate.

　"Since you haven't composed any new music, I'll play some for you."

　The golden-eyed moth was in high spirits.

　She sat down on the sofa and began to beat the Wangpi frame drum with her hands.

　"Boom!"

　As the first drumbeat erupted, Xiao Yi immediately felt his emotions begin to fluctuate from their calm state.

　The next moment, the drum sounds became a melody and began to be beaten continuously.

　Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt that his mood was constantly fluctuating with the music, sometimes relaxed, sometimes happy, sometimes sad...

　After the song ended, Xiao Yi felt that he seemed to be still in various emotions and unable to extricate himself.

　"How do you feel?" asked the golden-eyed moth.

　“It’s very contagious.”

　Xiao Yi answered truthfully.

　"This is the power of the Wangpi frame drum. It can amplify the player's emotions. It is an amazing instrument. With it, even a person with poor musical skills can make the audience excited. Those who are proficient in music can go even further and easily drive countless people crazy."

　The golden-eyed moth stroked the king-skin frame drum, its eyes full of admiration.

　"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Xiao Yi said.

　This thing is just icing on the cake for him and can only be used for entertainment.

　"I do not want."

　The golden-eyed moth shook its head and refused.

　"why?"

　A look of confusion appeared on Xiao Yi's face.