Yuanhui's fingertips had become blurred and his wrists became blurred and imprecise, gradually disappearing, and Yuanhui immediately turned around and left.

He went very quickly, and almost in a moment, he disappeared without a trace.

Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. With A Tu here, Qing Zhubiao would not suffer any loss. A Tu has disappeared for a long time and has never been driven by him. Han Yiming didn't even know how it was here.

He could no longer tell whether the situation tonight was true or false, whether it was a dream or a illusion.

Yuanhui left, and he could not stay here for a long time, so he said to Atu: "Thank you, thank you for protecting him."

A Tu's pair of fierce flame-raising eyes looked at Han Yiming, and he still barked lowly.

A Tu was fierce, and Han Yiming did not dare to reach out to touch it rashly. Instead, he said to Qingzhubiao, who was still sleeping, "There is a change in the Yuanhui Sect. If you think it is inappropriate, don't leave here anymore. Leave as soon as possible and take A Tu away back to Lingshan. Your master will protect you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yiming felt as light as a swallow. A gust of wind came. He was blown by the strong wind and became farther and farther away from the green bamboo mark, entering a burst of darkness.

Suddenly he leaned his back to somewhere, and then his head, hands and feet also fell into a solid place. After a moment, he felt a bright light shining in front of him. When he opened his eyes, the sky was still gray, but it was extremely bright, and waves came from his ears.

He sat up and saw himself lying on a big rock in the sea. Yuanhui was asleep on his back on the other side of the big rock.

Han Yiming looked around, the waves surging under the reefs, and the waves slammed the shore. He looked at their way, and there was nothing else except the vast water surface and the extremely distant shore.

At this time, he stared at him and disappeared from Song Chuqun and his fellow disciples, and Zhou Shaowu was even more missing.

Is this a dream, or is it true?

Han Yiming felt cold sweat on his back, and his clothes were soaked in his vest. The coolness of the sea breeze penetrated his heart.

He sat for a while and didn't know what to do until he saw Yuanhui's hand, remembered what he saw in his dream, stood up and walked to Yuanhui, squatted down, and looked at his hand carefully.

Yuanhui was still sleeping. He was pillowing with Tengjiao sword, stroking his left hand behind his head, and putting his right hand on the reef.

Han Yiming thought about it and vaguely remembered that Yuanhui was using his right hand in Meng, so he looked at his right hand carefully.

Yuanhui's right hand was facing upwards. Han Yiming looked at it for a while and couldn't see anything unusual. He was still worried and reached out to pick up Yuanhui's right hand and looked at it carefully.

Yuanhui's right hand was nothing unusual. Han Yiming looked over and over again and again several times, hoping that this was really a dream.

He put down Yuanhui's right hand and was about to get up, but he saw that Yuanhui had woken up. He looked at Han Yiming motionlessly, his eyes were cold.

This is the first time Yuanhui has woken up when he should wake up since they were together, but this is also the moment when he should wake up the least.

Han Yiming didn't know how to explain, Yuan Hui raised her right hand and looked at the palm of her hand and back. Fang asked, "Junior brother, what's going on?"

Han Yiming looked at him, not knowing whether to tell the truth or lies, but Yuan Hui caught him off guard.

Yuan Hui's eyes were not as friendly and gentle as before, but were alert and ready to go. Han Yiming looked at him for a moment, but he did not avoid it.

Han Yiming sighed and said, "Senior Brother, I had a dream. I dreamed that you killed someone."

Yuan Hui looked at him for a moment and suddenly laughed, "So you feel restless when you wake up. See if my hands are stained with blood?"

Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No, it's just worrying. I've had a time when everything happened in my dreams, so I woke up very worried."

Yuan Hui smiled and said, "My junior brother is so tired. He spent a day with Pingbo Sect yesterday, so he had a nightmare. I also had a similar dream. It's not true, it will be fine in two days."

He looked calm and chatted and laughed as usual, and Han Yiming's worries and uneasiness were a little calmer.

Yuanhui stretched and sat up, looked around, looked at the shore for a moment, and said, "Have they left?"

Han Yiming said: "I don't know either. I fell asleep last night, and when I woke up, they disappeared."

Yuanhui nodded and said, "I know there is no good result when I come with you, so it's best to retreat by yourself." He looked at Haizhong and said, "Junior brother, are we going forward?"

Han Yiming also hesitated, is Wuming and Qingshi ahead? The West Sea is vast, and I don’t know when it will be when it will go.

There is also the dream last night, which was in fear from Han Yiming. Chen Rufeng's death was still a fog. He saw the murder in his dream again, but this time he was not taking action, but he was following him. The deep sense of frustration and powerlessness made Han Yiming helpless and sad.

If he didn't have this dream, he wouldn't worry if he walked into the West Sea. He had a dream and he was extremely worried.

Did he have a dream or saw the real thing? He couldn't help but look at Yuanhui carefully.

Yuan Hui was carrying the Tengjiao sword on his back and looking around.

Han Yiming suddenly asked, "Senior Brother, if we continue like this, we can't find the disciple of Wuming and my sect, what should we do?"

Yuan Hui said, "They are set ahead."

He was so sure that Han Yiming was stunned for a moment and asked, "How can he see?"

Yuan Hui smiled and said, "Junior brother, you don't believe me!"

Han Yiming was speechless. He really didn't believe in Yuanhui. Yuanhui had always been selfish. Most of the time he came here with him was for his selfishness. How could he believe it at will?

Yuan Hui said: "Since my junior brother doesn't believe it, which direction should I go? My junior brother points out a way, so we can go there."

Han Yiming was led by him, and at this time, the dream that made him restless was that dream. The dream awakened the death of Chen Rufeng in his memory. While worried that Yuan Hui would fall to Qing Zhubiao, he was guarding against Yuan Hui.

But really don’t go forward? Qingshi told him clearly that he was in the West Sea. If he didn’t go into the West Sea, where would he look for him?

Yuan Hui said: "Junior brother, don't you want to recover that sword? Even though the sword is not yours, it should be your Lingshan. Are you relieved to be wandering outside?"

In an instant, Han Yiming remembered the coming of Lingshan Swords. When he slashed Lingshan, Lingshan Swords scattered across the sky like a meteor and scattered everywhere. Now only one of the spirit swords in Qing Zhubiao's hand was found, and other spirit swords were scattered in the world!

Yuan Hui said: "I know that almost all the hundreds of swords in Lingshan are in the world, but even if the hundreds of swords in Lingshan are combined together, this spiritual sword may not be terrible. Are you worried that one day you will be used by others to deal with your Lingshan?"

This sentence really penetrated Han Yiming's heart. The reason he chased Wuming and Qingshi was for this spiritual sword.

Senior Brother Mingxi said that this spiritual sword can only be at ease when it is in Lingshan.

But now that the spirit sword left Lingshan, Han Yiming was extremely worried.
Chapter completed!