Han Yiming knew that he was in a dream, but he was still so sad that he couldn't speak. This is Lingshan, not Lingshan.

The empty Lingshan has no meaning even if it exists. Only when his fellow disciples are still there, Lingshan is Lingshan.

Therefore, Senior Brother Ding wants to break Lingshan by himself. Without their existence, Lingshan will no longer be Lingshan!

Suddenly a voice softly said in his ear: "Junior brother, come and find me, I'll wait for you here!"

In my sleep, this sound is extremely clear, it is Yuanhui's voice!

Han Yiming was surprised at first, but after a moment he woke up: Am I in a dream?

The Lingshan in front of him slowly turned into darkness. He could see him before him, and he had already stood outside the house.

He stood in the dark night, surrounded by lush trees, and there were several houses in front of him. The white walls were particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

A figure reflected on the white wall. Han Yiming calmed down and walked forward. The man turned around and found that it was not Yuan Hui but Yang Simei.

Yang Simei had big and bright eyes. She looked at Han Yiming, and Han Yiming asked her: "Why are you here?"

He clearly asked, but couldn't hear the sound, and Yang Simei didn't look back.

Han Yiming couldn't help but look at Yang Simei carefully and thought to himself: "How could she be related to this matter? Could it be that Taoist Hexiang's extinction was her?

But thinking that He Sansi was still a descendant of Zhurong, his cultivation was normal, and he felt that Yang Simei would not be related to this matter.

Suddenly, Yang Simei turned around and said, "I didn't kill them, I just came to see you. If you can come, can't I come?"

Han Yiming was speechless, and Yang Simei didn't wait for him to answer, and looked at the place where he came.

Yueying moved toward her head little by little. Han Yiming and Yang Simei didn't say anything, but stood there and watched. The tree above moved slightly and there was a slight sound of wind.

Suddenly, Han Yiming's eyes flashed and a figure appeared in front of the yard out of thin air.

This man was dressed in gray clothes, with a slender figure, and a Taoist crown on his head. From his back, he looked exactly like Yuan Hui.

Yuan Hui seemed to have never seen the two of them here. He stood in front of the door and watched for a moment, and walked inside.

Han Yiming hurriedly followed and saw Yuanhui walking lightly and entering the front yard.

The courtyard was pitch black, and Han Yiming only took two steps, and the lights of inspiration were already shining in his eyes.

He had not seen clearly where the spiritual light came from, and all these spiritual lights had disappeared without a trace, and Yuanhui walked inward again.

The old crane was already dead in the local area where he walked away. This was the spiritual crane of Taoist Hexiang, and it was also a spiritual object in the Xianchen Sect.

The previous inspiration was the old crane rushing over, but Han Yiming really had never seen Yuan Hui's actions, and the old crane had been killed by him.

The spiritual light on the old crane dimmed in a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it was dead in the local area!

Han Yiming's heartbeats violently. Is this true? Yuan Hui's cultivation has reached this point!

But at this time, Han Yiming could not allow himself to think carefully, so he hurriedly followed Yuan Hui.

Yuanhui stopped in front of him, and when Han Yiming approached, he walked forward again.

In a blink of an eye, Yuanhui and Han Yiming were already standing in a room, where a person was meditating on the cushion.

Han Yiming and the disciples of the Xianchen Sect had never seen each other before. When he saw this person, he only knew that he was a disciple of the Xianchen Sect, not Taoist Hexiang.

Yuan Hui slowly walked up and stood behind him. Han Yiming knew that this was a dream. He just saw this dream, but he still couldn't help saying, "Are you going to attack him again?"

Yuanhui turned around and looked at Han Yiming. The lights were dim. Han Yiming saw that half of his face was quite unbearable, but in a flash, the disciple of the Xianchen Sect had already fallen down.

Yuanhui did not leave, he still stood there. After a moment, he raised his hand and pressed the disciple who was lying on the ground.

Han Yiming had not yet understood what his press meant, but saw that the disciple's body suddenly faded!

Something came out from the disciple's head. Yuanhui stretched out his hand and waved a gourd in his hand and shook it towards the things, which went straight into the gourd.

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt like falling from an ice cave. This gourd is so similar to the gourd hanging under the beam of the nameless house!

Is this gourd used for Wuming's sword refining?

He stared at the disciple of the Xianchen Sect on the ground in a daze, and saw that the disciple had become a human being.

Han Yiming looked at Yuanhui again, and the gourd in his hand was gone.

Seeing Yuanhui walking inward again, Han Yiming couldn't take a step.

What is the relationship between Yuanhui and Wuming? This dream is Yuanhui's, but is that gourd used to refine swords in Wuming?

Yuan Hui pressed the spiritual power and bones of the disciples of the Xianchen Sect from their heads.

When the Xianchen Sect was in vain, Han Yiming had been on the Lingshan Mountain for a short time, but he remembered the long cry that night, and he also remembered clearly the skin he saw when he came to the Xianchen Sect.

That was the most terrifying sect he saw when he came to Lingshan. The skin rippled gently on the ground. He still remembered the feeling of holding the skin in his hand, and he would never forget it.

Han Yiming looked at Yuanhui quietly. He knew in his heart that this was Yuanhui's dream, but he didn't know why he had fallen into his dream.

Yuanhui walked straight towards an inner room.

Han Yiming followed him, and before he could enter, they knew they had arrived at the quiet room of Taoist Hexiang.

Yuan Hui suddenly turned her head. He turned around very strangely. Han Yiming followed him and felt that he seemed to have glanced at him, but he seemed to have never turned around.

Just as he was thinking carefully about whether Yuanhui had turned around, Yuanhui's figure had disappeared.

Han Yiming looked at the closed door. Without going in, he knew that Yuanhui would peel off the spiritual power and bones of Taoist Hexiang from his body and put them into a gourd.

He suddenly remembered Chen Rufeng, was he really doing it himself?

He gritted his teeth, drove Chen Rufeng's shadow away, and walked straight into the house.

Chen Rufeng had lost his spiritual power in the room, and a gourd in Yuanhui's hand was crystal clear.

Han Yiming still remembers the shape of Chen Rufeng lying on the ground. At this time, the memories of a few years ago appeared, which was exactly the same as the current situation, but there was a Yuan Hui in the room at this time.

Although Chen Rufeng's nirvana was not as tragic as Taoist Hexiang, at this time, their nirvana had similarities.

Han Yiming naturally did not believe that Yuan Hui would come to attack Taoist Hexiang. When Taoist Hexiang was exiled, he was just a disciple of Chenxi Mountain.

Although Yuan Hui was smart and clever at that time, she might not have attacked her predecessors.

Han Yiming thought about his cultivation when he saw Yuan Hui. He wanted to seize the Mingyuan Sword, but he obtained the Tengjiao Sword.

He still remembered that the White Dragon snatched the Spirit Sword, and Mingxi Yuanhui and himself were both in the air. His hands were red. The Tengjiao sword was not taken away by Yuanhui, but it was in his hands.
Chapter completed!