At this time, even the elbow had changed, and the dark and slender arm he had seen before was revealed, and the muscles and veins were fully displayed, hideous and terrifying! Han Yiming gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his chest, restrained his mind, and moved the index and middle two fingers of his right hand, and the sword of Mingyuan came out of its sheath!

Han Yiming pointed two fingers at the woman in front of him, the golden light of the Ming Yuan sword flashed, and several golden lights went towards the woman. The golden light went quickly, and Han Yiming expected that it would inevitably hit, and he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if he wanted to get out of it. The woman raised her other hand to cover her face, and she could already see that her bright cherry lips had become blue and purple, and the skin next to her cherry lips had also turned blue and gray, and she suddenly turned around, and the hand that was inserted in Han Yiming's chest struggled outward, but for some reason she couldn't break free. A few golden rays of light flew to the back of her head in the blink of an eye, and she suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke, and just dissipated into nothingness!

Han Yiming fell to the ground, only to feel that his whole body was about to spread out, his chest was still in sharp pain, and when he looked at his chest, there was nothing unusual, even his clothes were good, not to mention the holes, not even a little dust! Suddenly, someone fell beside him and said, "Yiming, what's wrong with you?" It was Zhao Haoyang, Han Yiming wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word. Zhao Haoyang's face shook in front of him a few times, and it was pitch black.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already a clear and sunny day overhead. Han Yiming moved, and someone said, "Yiming, how are you?" It was Huang Jingxuan. Han Yiming moved, his body was as usual, there was no discomfort, and he quickly sat up and looked around. I saw that the senior brothers were far away and were talking. Zhao Haoyang sat upright on a large rock, and Pingbo Daoren was talking to his disciple over there. It seems that what I saw last night, the smiling woman, the thin and terrible back, are my nightmares.

But it wasn't a dream after all, cold sweat flowed down from the vest, and the feeling of sweat hair standing on end, Han Yiming still remembered it clearly. Even the pain in his chest seemed to have an afterglow, and he couldn't help but reach out and press his chest. Everywhere his hand goes, it is extremely hard, and the Phaseless Treasure Mirror is lying quietly in his arms, could it be that last night, it was the Phaseless Treasure Mirror that saved his life?

"Yiming, what did you see?" Huang Jingxuan's question sounded in his ears, and Han Yiming turned his head to see Huang Jingxuan's eyes facing him, with a very inquiring expression. For a while, a thousand words came to his mouth, and he was about to speak, when a blue light flashed in the corner of his eye, Han Yiming glanced at the green light, and held back again. Pingbo Dao people are vicious, either they are idle people, or they lack two hundred years of spiritual power, and they can't be underestimated, so they just don't speak.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, what happened to you last night? I heard your noise here, did you see anything unusual?" Han Yiming glanced at Pingbo Daoren and nodded. Huang Jingxuan said: "Okay, don't worry, you can say it." We have come all the way with the head of the road, and if there is anything, we should let the head know. The Taoist chief knows, everyone can work together to ensure safety!" Although Han Yiming was unwilling, he thought about it and was really good, gritted his teeth, and told him everything he saw last night.

He first said that he heard a strange voice for three nights in a row, and then said that the terrible and strange woman, and only halfway through the conversation, Huang Jingxuan's face had changed, and he said, "Chelly Maha!" Han Yiming didn't know why, but he kept his mouth shut. Huang Jingxuan asked again: "Yiming, have you heard someone come in for three nights in a row?" Han Yiming couldn't understand the first four words of Uncle Shi, but he understood the next words, nodded, Huang Jingxuan said: "Did you really hear it right?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and said, "Uncle Shi, the disciple has never heard it wrong." Huang Jingxuan was silent for a moment and said, "Wait a minute!" raised his voice and said, "Pingbo Daoyou, junior brother, you also come and listen!"

Pingbo Dao was watching from the side, and almost immediately came to the front, Zhao Haoyang also stepped into the air, the two sat down, Huang Jingxuan motioned to Han Yiming to talk in detail, and Han Yiming said again. When he finished speaking, he saw that the faces of the three people had changed, and they all said, "Mahari Maha!" and gestured to each other. Pingbo Daoren asked first, "Did you see someone put his hand in my disciple's heart last night?" He looked quite nervous on his face, Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and nodded.

Pingbo Daoren glanced at the side where his disciples were sitting, and saw that the six disciples were still sitting there, and there was nothing abnormal, so he glanced at Han Yiming again. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, did you really see it? Haven't you read it wrong?" Han Yiming shook his head, and also glanced at the direction where the disciple of the Pingbo Daoist was, and saw that the disciple who was inserted into his chest by the withered hand like a chicken claw last night was also over there, and couldn't help but say, "What I saw with my own eyes, it's him!" said and stretched out his hand.

Pingbo Daoist looked at the disciple and said to Han Yiming, "You didn't admit your mistake?" Han Yiming shook his head, Pingbo Daoist said, "Okay, then I'll call him over!" Then he called the disciple over and asked, "You didn't have a nightmare last night?" The disciple shook his head. He deliberately bit the word "nightmare" extremely hard, and glanced at Han Yiming with his eyes. intended to ridicule Han Yiming for having a nightmare last night.

Huang Jingxuan knew his intentions, but he couldn't say anything. Although Han Yiming was disgusted by his tone, after all, this matter was important, and he couldn't get angry with him, so he turned to look at the disciple. I saw him standing in front of him in green clothes with a crown on his head, carrying a spade sword on his back, and he couldn't see any difference. But last night, he saw that arm sticking into his chest, how could he still stand here in a good position?

But after thinking about it, wasn't he also inserted into his chest by that hand, and wasn't he fine? But Han Yiming knew that he was carrying a phaseless treasure mirror on his chest, and he didn't know if the phaseless treasure mirror saved him. However, I don't know if the disciple also had some treasure on his chest, so he was able to live.

This disciple stood in front of him alive, as if he was laughing at his nightmare last night, Han Yiming was very puzzled. Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, haven't you really read it wrong?" Han Yiming himself was a little suspicious, but he clearly remembered that it was not his dream, the woman's smoky and flattering appearance, the rough and vicious appearance of the shadow, and the cold sweat of the vest were unforgettable!

Zhao Haoyang said: "Yiming, last night your Mingyuan sword suddenly came out of its sheath, waking us up! I rushed to your side, and you fell to the ground without saying a word! Your second master looked around once, but he didn't see anything! If it was a demon, where could it escape the eyes of your second master?" When he said this, Han Yiming was even more confused. Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, and Daoist Pingbo were all unaware, could it really be their own nightmare?-

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