Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

There is a mountain in Huayun City, and there is a tomb on the mountain, named Nanshan Tomb.

On the tombstone as tall as a person, there is no name, no surname, no life, and only a birthday greeting that has been passed down through the ages is inscribed.

I would like to honor Nanshan's life, and the future will be as long as Si.

The handwriting is like a dragon and snake, with silver hooks and iron paintings, which can be seen to be chic.

In fact, many people guessed that this sentence actually came from Nanshan Taoist back then, and there are very few people who can spy on the truth in the long river of time.

When the three masters and apprentices came, there were already a lot of people, and they could see clearly defined positions.

After a quick glance, except for Lu Yun who went through the back door, the number of orthodox monks and demon cultivators was the same.

Just thinking about what the succubus said, Lu Yun took a few more glances at those people from the nine major sects, all of whom were familiar faces selected from the Tibetan Sword Sect.

"Junior Sister Lu."

Bai Xuan from the Valley of Miraculous Physicians waved her hand to greet Lu Yun, Pei Geli from Holy Land glanced at Lu Yun, then frowned and looked away, Yao Huai, who had no thoughts, stared closely at Lu Yun, his eyes were full of fanatical fighting spirit .

Compared to the emotional leakage of these juniors, the elders who lead the team are all old foxes, smiling on the surface, but they have been digging holes in each other secretly.

"safe."

Ji Hongxi moved to Lu Yun's side and said, none of those disciples were replaced, obviously the plan for the Long Live Building failed.

That's right, not to mention the elders, the disciples who can stand here, which one is not the best, and how can they be so easily replaced.

Compared with the laughing Yan Yan here, those people from the five sects of the Demonic Dao, who are of the same kind, are hostile to each other, and their eyes occasionally look like fire.

Seeing that the momentum was getting more and more tense, the awe-inspiring bell from the ancient times rang above everyone's heads, and the clouds and waves in the sky swept thousands of miles, and the momentum was unstoppable.

Qian Qiuzhong appeared. Compared with Wujian Town, the Qianqiu Zhong at this moment is the real body. It is huge, covering the sky and covering the sun. An upside-down bowl shrouds everyone in the shadow of Qianqiu Zhong.

"Hey, everyone is here." A young girl appeared and stood on the tombstone without any awe.

There was a lot of commotion before, which attracted the attention of the entire Huayun City, but it was banned here, and only they could enter.

The sudden appearance of A Li made people alert. It was still the same dress that Lu Yun was familiar with before. The complicated dress was light peach pink, which looked like a blooming peach blossom on A Li.

The long braids hang down on the chest, and the red hairband shuttles through it, bringing a gorgeous feeling that is difficult to ignore.

Her eyebrows are curved, her smile is bright, and the dimples on her face are sweet and moving. She looks like a girl who doesn't know much about the world.

But her voice was ruthless.

"Everyone, Huangliang Yimeng has everything and nothing, and it is dangerous, so I don't need to repeat it if I want to."

A dream from ancient Nanshan Taoists, everyone knows how dangerous it is.

A Li glanced across everyone, and finally fixed on Lu Yun, blinking at him secretly.

But none of the people present were blind, and everyone caught A Li's special regard for Lu Yun, and Lu Yun returned a generous smile.

"By the way, I would like to remind you that people will die in dreams. If you die in your dreams, you will really die."

This is the first time I have heard of the saying that a dream can kill people. Someone looked at Ali severely, and his tone was extremely hoarse.

"Why didn't the leader say it before?"

The one who spoke was the elder of the Fierce Demon Palace, wrapped in black clothes, except for his face, the rest of the place was covered airtightly, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

He looked at Ah Li with those gloomy eyes, and asked everyone's feelings.

"Why say it?"

Ah Li was arrogant, she sneered, and in a flash, she appeared in front of the other party.

Ah Li's palm pinched the opponent's neck, the speed was so fast that many people's faces changed, they didn't even see how Ah Li made the move.

As the leader of the Kong Chan Sect, wanting to crush an elder to death seemed as easy as crushing an ant.

And the elder of the Fierce Demon Palace, whose fate was in his hands, had an ugly expression on his face. He couldn't maintain that fierceness, and his face softened, as if admitting cowardice.

Behind him, the disciple of the Fierce Demon Palace looked anxiously at the elder, as if he wanted to make a move but didn't dare to do so.

"Tsk." Seeing this disciple, Ah Li made an inexplicable voice: "Idiot!"

None of the Zhengdao side was replaced, on the contrary, it was their own people who were recruited, whether it was an idiot or something.

But Ah Li is not going to remind them that what happens next is their own choice, isn't it?

"Everyone, if you have nothing else to do, please."

Ah Li applauded, and the Qianqiu bell above her head was rang, and invisible waves hit people's minds, and many people resisted vigorously.

Lu Yun, who was standing behind Yuntian, was not affected. She saw a whirlpool-like entrance in front of her.

It was a dreamy purple, mysterious and dangerous, as if foreshadowing something.

The entrance is open.

A person closest to the entrance was sucked in without any sound. This unexpected situation made people be careful.

Ali was still standing on the tombstone, her gaze was indifferent and arrogant, like a king who controlled life and death, making people awe-inspiring and submitting.

When everyone was considering whether to go in, an irresistible suction appeared from the vortex, pulling everyone there.

Step by step, Lu Yun suddenly grabbed Ji Hongxi's arm and lifted his sleeve. Under Ji Hongxi's astonished eyes, Lu Yun suddenly looked at A Li.

No!

Ji Hongxi didn't have the imprint of Qian Qiuzhong on his body, nor did the rest of them.

But she thought that the imprint was the key to enter, but now it seems that she is really the only one there.

"Ayun, this is a gift for you, I hope you like it."

"One pillow, all causes and effects cannot be controlled, don't get lost in the dream, this dream is alive."

The almost broken voice came to Lu Yun's mind before she was sucked in, and the last thing she saw was Ali's gentle eyebrows and cold eyes, which seemed to fall on her through a thousand years of time, making her She almost shuddered.

What followed was the indulging comfort from the depths of the soul, and the eyes were closed.

Monks have little dreams.

Practitioners seize the good fortune of the heaven and the earth and go against the sky. If they have any dreams, they often have a foreshadowing.

One thing is certain, no matter what the dream is, the self in the dream should be muddled and involuntary, like a bystander drifting with the tide.

But Lu Yun's dream was different.

Lu Yun in the dream is no different from the outside world, the only thing that has changed is that her body has changed.

His body has shrunk a lot, like an eight or nine-year-old doll, that face is not his own, and... all his cultivation has been lost.

She could clearly realize that she was in Nanshan Taoist's dream, but apart from that, nothing that belonged to Lu Yun followed.

A few swords could not be summoned, and even the totem from the Qingmu clan on his wrist was gone.

Only the black imprint of the Thousand Autumn Bell was still on the snow-white wrist, strong and dazzling.