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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 dreams...

By the way, this is my dreamland.

He was still outside the Dream Forest just now, but once he stepped into the Dream Forest, he was completely different.

This is 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 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 want to use Situ Jin Tathagata to influence your mind?

Xue Qianqiu felt that since he knew it was a dream, there was nothing to be afraid of.

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

The Situ Jinru in the dream is so fast, it's not something a mortal woman can do...

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

Although he thought it was funny, Xue Qianqiu quickly followed Situ Jinru.

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

Only then did Xue Qianqiu realize that he had arrived at the gate of a temple.

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

At this moment, a surge of anger surged from the bottom of Xue Qianqiu's heart, how could a monk whose face he didn't see clearly still harass him in his dream?

In the real world, Xue Qianqiu needs to pay attention to his own image, he can't do anything if the monk doesn't provoke 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 tactics he should use to crush the monk.

Xue Qianqiu set an example and was the first to enter, and the others naturally followed 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 their eyes went dark, and it took a long time to realize that the day, which was supposed to be good, suddenly turned into night.

How could this be?

Are dreams so magical?

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

The disciple of Changqingfang originally wanted to slowly explore the dream map, but she had just taken two steps when she felt someone touch her shoulder.

"Don't make trouble."

Because the little junior sister always likes to pat her behind her like this, the first reaction of the Changqingfang disciple was to tell the junior sister not to make trouble, and then she quickly realized... This is in her dream, where did the little junior sister come from?

Then... what was the thing that took a picture of myself just now?

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

She has heard too many such legends. She must not look back when someone pats her behind her back late at night.

When a person is overly nervous, he only remembers to be afraid, and he even forgets that he is a practitioner.

But even if she knows some spells, it's not clear whether she can use them in her dreams. At this time, the first thought in the Changqingfang disciple's mind is... run!

Then that unknown thing behind her... She ran, and it chased.

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

No matter... If you go on like this, you will be caught!

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

Disciple of Changqingfang:! ! !

Finally, she couldn't help but turned her head stiffly, and what she saw... was Wan Jianzong's dead junior brother.

The face was still the same familiar one, except for a pair of protruding eyes, looking at her with only the whites of the eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

How can a person who is clearly 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 him, the disciples of Changqingfang still have a little fear in their hearts.She originally came from the mortal world, that is, she just started to practice in the past few years, and many of her thoughts are still the thoughts of ordinary people, so seeing such a dead person appearing in front of her suddenly has reached the limit of her tolerance.

The disciples of Changqingfang never expected that the dream they had was actually a nightmare!

She unleashed several tricks in a panic, and finally even sacrificed her own red silk, just wanting to stop the "person" who was chasing her.

Then, it is a desperate run.

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

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

Is it really a Buddha oppressing a ghost?

Since this is 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 white robes, and... Xue Qianqiu who was half kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with a sword.

She had never seen Xue Qianqiu in such a mess.

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

The disciples of Changqingfang also didn't care about why Xue Qianqiu appeared in their dreams. Could it be that the disciples of Wanjianzong all have the ability to enter dreams?

Everything that happened just now stimulated her nerves, seeing Xue Qianqiu now, it was like meeting her family members.

"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?

Of the 37 practitioners who came out together this time, except for the disciple of Wanjianzong who died at the beginning, the rest of them all came to the temple for one reason or another.

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

Why do more than thirty people have the same dream?

Whether this is reality or a dream, she can no longer tell the difference.

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

People who are new to the temple keep asking those who came before, what is going on?

However, no one has given a precise answer.

"Amitabha."

Among the clamoring voices of all the practitioners, Yuan Wuji's voice was very clear, overshadowing everyone's voices.

Only then did the practitioners stop discussing, and everyone looked at the owner of the temple, a monk in white robes.

The strange thing is that everyone couldn't see the monk's face clearly. He stood there with his eyes closed and twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands. Looking at his appearance and demeanor, he looked like an eminent monk.

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

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

Appearing in the dreams of all of them in such a strange way... This monk is probably not a high-ranking monk, but a demon!

"Amitabha. It was the benefactors who broke in. How did you become a poor monk and trap the benefactors?"

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 clearly, Yuan Wuji gave them the feeling that he was really an eminent monk.

Even though the monks of Fanyin Temple have met so many, few of them have such a magnanimity.

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

When Xue Qianqiu said this, he really 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 rare, let alone...losing 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 this evildoer must have used some means.

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

He is stronger than Xue Qianqiu, but he can control 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 not to borrow external force...

From the introduction of the plot, Zhongyuan Wuji knows that Xue Qianqiu is extremely conceited, and it is difficult to accept his own failure.

So one move to control the enemy is mainly to break his mentality.

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

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

"The benefactor is joking, the poor monk has always been able to save people, and he can't do anything."

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

Even if Yuan Wuji behaved like an eminent monk again, there was definitely something wrong with the monk who suddenly appeared in all of their dreams.

It doesn't even matter if this is a dream or in the dream forest in reality, such a sudden appearance of temples and monks, there will be ghosts if there is no problem!

The practitioner wanted to attack Yuan Wuji's back, but Yuan Wuji turned around suddenly as if he had eyes on his back, holding a long knife in his hand.

Yuan Wuji's long knife was slashed out with such a fierce momentum that the practitioner who had made the move before was actually forced to take a few steps back.

When it was time to counterattack again, he had completely lost his first-hand advantage, was defeated by Yuan Wuji, and finally died tragically under Yuan Wuji's long knife.

Yuan Wuji's style of play was completely violent output, which stunned many practitioners.

He demonstrated in an all-round way what is meant by "no violence and no eminent monk"...

"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies, and poor monks say that they will save the benefactor, and they will surely save the benefactor."

Practitioners: ...

What kind of overreach is this?