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Why is Situ Jinru here?

Xue Qianqiu was very puzzled by the sudden appearance of Situ Jinru. How could Situ Jinru, an ordinary mortal woman, be faster than their practitioners?

Is it because I think about it every day, so I have a dream...

By the way, here is my dream.

He was still outside the Dreaming Forest just now, but as soon as he stepped into the Dreaming Forest, it was completely different.

Is this the legendary dream world?

Xue Qianqiu is now very clear that he is in a dream, but what he did not expect is that his feelings for Situ Jinru are already so deep?

If this is in his own dream, then this Situ Jinru should not be real.

Xue Qianqiu put on a confident smile on his face. He thought how powerful this dream was, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.

Do you actually want to use Situ Jin Rulai to influence your mind?

Xue Qianqiu felt that since he knew that this was a dream, there was nothing to fear.

He wanted to see where this fake Situ Jinru wanted to lead him.

Situ Jinru in the dream is very fast, not something a woman from the mortal world can do...

Xue Qianqiu thought in his heart that this was really a dream, otherwise how could it be so outrageous?

Although he felt funny in his heart, Xue Qianqiu quickly followed Situ Jinru.

Obviously, Xue Qianqiu was chasing Situ Jinru all the way, but after chasing somewhere, Situ Jinru suddenly disappeared.

Xue Qianqiu realized that he had actually arrived at the door of a temple.

He looked into the temple, a very simple temple, and there seemed to be a white-robed monk with his back turned to him.

At this moment, an anger surged from the bottom of Xue Qianqiu's heart. How could a monk who could not see his face clearly still harass him in his dreams?

In the real world, Xue Qianqiu needs to pay attention to his image, and he can't do anything if the monk provokes him, but now... in his dream, doesn't he just do whatever he wants?

When he stepped into the threshold of the temple, Xue Qianqiu was already thinking about what kind of tricks he should use to crush the monk.

Xue Qianqiu set an example to enter first, and the others naturally followed the landing into the Dream Forest one after another.

Obviously everyone entered together, but after walking a few steps, I realized that I had no companions by my side, only myself.

The disciples of Changqingfang only felt that it was dark in front of them, and it took a long time to realize that the originally good day suddenly turned into night.

How could this be?

Are dreams so magical?

Knowing that it was a dream, she also gave up the idea of ​​looking for a companion. Even if she entered together, how could there be other companions in her dream?

The Changqingfang disciple originally wanted to slowly explore this dream map, but she just took two steps when she felt that someone was afraid of her shoulder.

"Don't make trouble."

Because little junior sister always likes to take a picture behind her, the first reaction of the Changqingfang disciples was to say, junior sister, don't make trouble, and then she quickly reacted... This is in her own dream, where did the little junior sister come from?

Then... what was it that you just photographed yourself?

The Changqingfang disciple resisted the urge to look back and ran away.

She has heard too many such legends. If someone shoots her behind her back in the middle of the night, she must not look back.

When people are overly nervous, they only remember being afraid, and they even forget that they are a practitioner.

But even if she knows some magic, it is not clear whether she can use it in a dream. At this time, the first thought in the minds of Changqingfang disciples is... run!

And then that thing behind her that doesn't know what it is... She runs, it chases.

And the speed is getting faster and faster, and the distance between the two is constantly narrowing.

It doesn't matter... if you go on like this, you will be caught!

Hong Ling shot, and Changqingfang was sure that she had hit it, but the next moment, the thing disappeared in place, and she patted her left shoulder here.

Changqingfang disciple: ! ! !

She finally couldn't help turning her head a little stiffly, and what she saw... was the dead little junior brother of Wan Jianzong.

The face was still the familiar one, but the eyes were bulging, looking at her with those eyes with only the whites of the eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

How can someone who is already dead appear in front of him again?

The key is that this person still died under his own weapon...

Even if she didn't kill it, the disciples of Changqingfang were still very worried. She originally came from the mortal world, that is, she only started to practice in the past few years, and many of her thoughts are still ordinary people's thinking, so suddenly seeing such a dead person appearing in front of her is almost the limit of her endurance.

The Changqingfang disciple never imagined that the dream he had had was still a nightmare!

She panicked and released a few tricks, and finally even sacrificed her own red silk, so she wanted to stop the "people" who were chasing her.

Then, it's a desperate run.

As for the direction and path, she couldn't care less, as long as she could escape.

The Changqingfang disciple who was chased all the way, finally stopped in front of a temple, because she found that only at this time did that "person" stop chasing her.

Is it really a ghost?

Since this was a safe place, the disciples of Changqingfang no longer hesitated and entered the temple without much thought.

It's just that as soon as she entered the temple, she saw the back of a monk in a white monk's robe, and... Xue Qianqiu, who was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with a sword.

She had never seen Xue Qianqiu so embarrassed.

"Senior Brother Xue? What's wrong with you?"

The disciples of Changqingfang also don't care why Xue Qianqiu appeared in their dreams. Do the disciples of Wanjianzong still have the ability to enter dreams?

Everything that just happened stimulated her nerves. When she saw Xue Qianqiu at this moment, she seemed to see her family.

"You... don't come here! Just stand there!"

Xue Qianqiu's voice was very loud, as if he was resisting the approach of others.

Xue Qianqiu's appearance also frightened the disciples of Changqingfang. Could it be... Is there anything unclean in this temple?

The thirty-seven practitioners who came out together this time, except the disciple of Wanjianzong who died at the beginning, all the rest came to the temple for one reason or another.

If the Changqingfang disciples were a little surprised when they first saw Xue Qianqiu, now she is numb.

Why do more than 30 people have the same dream?

Whether this is reality or a dream, she can't tell now.

Xue Qianqiu had always maintained a half-kneeling posture, but it seemed that he finally felt that there were more people, so he stood up. Although he wanted to pretend that nothing happened, his pale face still couldn't deceive anyone.

People who came to the temple constantly asked those who came before, what the **** was going on?

However, no one has given an exact answer.

"Amitabha."

Among the noisy voices of the practitioners, Yuan Wuji's voice was particularly clear, overshadowing everyone's voices.

The practitioners stopped talking, and everyone looked at the owner of the temple, a monk in white robes.

The strange thing is that everyone could not see the appearance of this monk. He closed his eyes and stood there with the Buddha beads in his hands, watching his appearance and bearing, just like a high-ranking monk.

"Bold monster! What is your purpose in trapping us all here?"

Xue Qianqiu's stern shout finally made other practitioners react.

Appearing in their dreams in such a strange way... This monk is probably not an eminent monk, but a demon!

"Amitabha. It was the donors who entered without authorization. How did they become poor monks and trap the donors?"

Yuan Wuji slowly opened his eyes and looked at the practitioners, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, just like his voice, as if he had no worldly desires.

Although the practitioners still couldn't see Yuan Wuji's face, but Yuan Wuji gave them the feeling that he really looked like a master monk.

Even if there are so many monks in Fanyin Temple, few have such an attitude.

"When you competed with me just now, what method did you use to make me..."

When Xue Qianqiu said this, he couldn't go on, how could he say something like losing a move?

He is the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation. Even if he is defeated, it is very rare, let alone... defeat in one move?

Even his father, the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, couldn't defeat him with one move.

Xue Qianqiu couldn't accept such a thing, he felt that it must be some kind of means for this evildoer.

In fact, Xue Qianqiu was right, Yuan Wuji did borrow the power in the dream.

He is more powerful than Xue Qianqiu, but he can defeat the enemy with one move... The current Yuan Wuji really can't do it.

So isn't it normal to borrow the power of dreams?

It would be foolish to have external force to borrow or not to borrow...

From the introduction of the plot, I know that Xue Qianqiu is extremely conceited and it is difficult to accept his failure.

Therefore, one move to defeat the enemy is mainly to destroy his mentality.

After all, in the plot of the original novel, after losing the normal competition to the original body, Xue Qianqiu's mentality also collapsed, and now it will only collapse more severely.

In this case, it is actually difficult for him to make any rational judgment.

"The donor is joking, the poor monk always only saves people and doesn't do anything."

As soon as Yuan Wuji's voice fell, a practitioner attacked him.

Even if Yuan Wuji acts like a high-ranking monk, there is absolutely a problem with what he thinks about the monk who suddenly appeared in the dreams of all of them.

Even if this is a dream or a real dream forest, a temple that suddenly appears, a monk, there is no problem with a ghost!

The cultivator was thinking of Yuan Wuwei's back attack, but Yuan Wuxi looked like he had eyes growing behind his back, and turned back suddenly, still holding a long knife in his hand.

The original traceless long knife slashed out, with a fierce momentum, and the cultivator who shot before was actually forced to retreat a few steps.

When it came time to counterattack, he had completely lost his first mover advantage, was beaten by Yuan Wuji and was defeated, and finally died tragically under Yuan Wuxi's long sword.

The original untraceable style of play was completely violent output, which left a group of practitioners stunned.

He showed in all directions what is called "non-violence and no eminent monks"...

"Amitabha, monks don't lie, and when poor monks say that they will save their donors, they will definitely save them."

Practitioners:  …

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