It is not too much to describe her with heart and wisdom.

"Three unified leadership is deep."

Ning Yuan touted, and tentatively: "You see the old seniors ..."

"It's important, people, I have to see the previous side anyway."

The voice paused slightly, and a ray of light flashed in the woman's beautiful eyes:

"I am proficient in the method of entering dreams. I can use other people's consciousness as a medium to pull the target into the dream to meet them. I need to borrow a touch of your spiritual consciousness. Is it possible?"

The skill of speaking is to solicit opinions, but in fact, the tone is full of no doubts. Ning Yuan's face suddenly turned bitter, and he said helplessly: "It all depends on the arrangements of the three commanders."

I'm really trying to say no!

…

"Get ready to dream."

The deserted woman lit three pillars of incense and drew talismans in the void with her fingertips.

As the spiritual talisman melted and the spiritual smoke curled up, the woman covered her five fingers with Ning Yuan's heavenly spirit: the invisible candle flame swayed dimly, and the former's consciousness gradually became blurred and hazy.

"Tick tock."

She couldn't tell whether it was water or blood, but it was dripping along her forehead. She opened her eyes in the darkness and pushed hard, and she looked at the blazing sun.

but.

Not just the blazing sun: blood, a sea of ​​blood, like a mountain of bones, she was buried at the bottom of the pile of corpses, and the rich and fishy smell of copper rust crazily stimulated her stomach.

Corpses were piled up, hands and feet were resting on each other, blood entered the water and turned into five colors, and the pond became flat... The acid in her stomach surged, and she couldn't help but vomit, and a roar rang in her ears:

"Chen Changsheng, you devil!"

"Killing to be benevolent, karmic sins and evil deeds are overwhelming, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

"Destroy the inheritance of our sect for eternity, the evil Taoist Chen Changsheng, you must die a happy death!"

"You beast, please return my master's life!"

The chilling aura forced the woman to suppress her physical discomfort and raise her head:

Thousands of divine clouds, treasures rising and falling, countless magical passages, all attacking in a certain direction: and in that position, stood a seemingly ordinary figure.

However.

It is such a figure, facing the attacks from all directions that are closely connected and destroying the world, but it shows an indifference that is incompatible with itself.

He raised his sword.

He dropped his sword.

He put away his sword.

With three simple movements, wherever he passed, the sword light shone with shock, the nine heavens and ten earth were extinguished, everything was in vain, corpses were strewn across the fields, piled up to form a spectacle.

He is like a supreme god in charge of life and death, invincible and unstoppable.

When you lose your mind.

The woman saw in a trance that her head had been taken off and placed on the top of the Beijing Temple. She had the privilege of overlooking the broken limbs, broken arms, and broken swords all over the mountains and plains.

Trembling with fear.

She suddenly came back to her senses, countless spiritual swords were inserted into the ground, blood dyed the sky red, and even the spiritual energy she breathed was mixed with thousands of blood mist, which was disgusting and unpleasant.

The wind has risen.

The man held an umbrella, held a sword, and walked over the bone mountain:

"Fellow Taoist, haven't you always wanted to see me?"

The woman plopped down and knelt down.

The man handed the bamboo umbrella to the woman and left in the drizzle.

His name is Chen Changsheng.

He has a sword, and with just one sword, the world is at peace.

Her name is Li Qingjun.
Chapter completed!