Fang Xile got up from the ground and looked at the body under his feet with some doubts.

Already dead?

If you look closely, you are not dead, but sleeping.

So, this is a dream?

Looking around, the surrounding scene is still the Evil Suppression Tower, but it is a little different, everything seems to be covered with a film that constantly changes colors.

Could it be the legendary colorful white?

Fang Xile didn't dare to move at will, in the dream realm, anything could happen, maybe she took one step, and it was thousands of miles away.

The flock of birds in the sky, the ghosts in the fine iron cage are all there, but they don't seem to see themselves, Fang Xile stretched out her hand, trying to touch a bird that flew by, and the bird passed through her palm.

Fang Xile was stunned, looking down at his body, it was a little illusory, so illusory that it was just a humanoid aperture, and even men and women couldn't distinguish between men and women.

My own form in the dream realm is somewhat like a soul state, an out-of-body soul?

If you can't touch it with your hands, what about with your mental power?

Fang Xile closed his eyes and meditated, imagining that the spiritual power was physical, like a wall, and this line was across the bird's flight route, blocking the bird's flight route.

"Chirp"

The sound of birdsong came, and Fang Xile opened his eyes and was surprised to find that there was really a bird, constantly struggling in the empty mid-air, as if it was hitting something.

In this form, she seems to be suitable for using mental power.

In the real world, the separation of spiritual power from the body is a sign of a Qi practitioner in the Divine Cultivation Realm.

It is said that becoming a cultivator is the official journey of entering the qi practitioner, and this is exactly the reason.

Fang Xile found that the body at his feet moved, and slowly stood up, like slow motion, no, the word slow motion can no longer describe the slow speed, it is simply moving little by little like a snail.

Time changes during dreams.

Sometimes you dream, you have a long dream, and you wake up to find that you just took a nap, and sometimes it seems like you've just fallen asleep and you wake up the next morning.

This is because the time in the dream is uncertain, sometimes longer and sometimes shorter than in the real world.

What happened to me?

It must have been Bai Xiaolang who controlled her body with a dream worm.

By this time, her hand was already pressed on the hilt of the knife.

You don't have to think about it to know that it's not good.

Fang Xile was in a hurry, how was she going to leave this damn dream!

Suddenly, a child in a red belly hood appeared in front of her.

Fang Xile was silent for a while before recognizing the child: "Huang Yan, why are you so fat!"

When we first met, Huang Wei was a child with a red belly, and the state was very strange at that time, and now I think about it in a dream, so Huang Wei also has the ability to enter a dream?

Hearing Fang Xile say that it was fat, Huang Qi immediately puffed up his chest and looked proud.

Well, probably in birds, fat is a positive word.

"Huang Yan, you can help me find it, is there a bug nearby? look, well, I don't know, it's hiding in the projection of the child's dream. ”

The fat kid squinted at her.

Fang Xile understood in seconds: "A string of rock sugar gourds!"

I don't know why, Huang Yi has a soft spot for rock sugar gourds, and once he was reluctant to eat them, so when he put them into the melt, the sugar water stuck to his feathers and cleaned them up for a long time.

The little fat man with a red belly was unmoved.

"Uh, two strings!"

"Three strings!

Only then did the little fat man show a smug smile on his face, and he ran away in a hurry.

Fang Xile was a little worried, could this stupid bird really understand what she meant?

At this time, her body had already drawn the knife and slowly lifted it, getting closer and closer to her neck.

Fang Xile: "!"

Not good, the spiritual power once again turned into a transparent wall, blocked between the sharp blade and the neck.

In reality, Bai Xiaolang's eyes showed doubts, why didn't he move?

He tried to direct Fang Xile's body to do something else, and did so.

Bai Xiaolang breathed a sigh of relief, it might have been just an accident just now.

The knife wiped out the neck again.

Halfway through, it doesn't move.

Bai Xiaolang: "......."

His eyes were flustered, and he lost the composure he had always had.

His most proud, invincible skill, he couldn't kill Fang Xile!

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, his heart was beating uncontrollably, if he couldn't kill Fang Xile and waited for her to wake up, or the person who delivered the food came, it would be his death.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaolang was a little resentful, if it weren't for Fang Xile to take out the dream worm in his body, he wouldn't have risked facing the innate martial artist.

Since he couldn't control Fang Xile to commit suicide, he would do it himself.

Bai Xiaolang picked up the oil lamp on the spire of the tower, gritted his teeth, and stabbed Fang Xile in the stomach.

The oil lamp pierced halfway, as if it had touched an invisible wall, and stopped, allowing him to exert all his strength, unable to move half a step.

"Bang dang!"

The oil lamp fell to the ground, rolled a few times and went out.

How so!

Bai Xiaolang hugged his head, his eyes were frightened, he had just escaped the Yang family who abused him, and he successfully concealed it from everyone, he didn't want to die here.

Bai Xiaolang picked up the oil lamp on the ground and stabbed it down frantically.

Blood flowed from his clenched teeth, sweet and salty, and he licked his mouth, his face hideous from the exertion.

"Die, die, die!"

In the dream, Fang Xile was also uncomfortable.

Her spiritual power is stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, but her strength is limited, and she can't compare with the qi practitioners who mainly cultivate spiritual power.

Building a wall with mental power, holding on for so long is already the limit, not to mention that Bai Xiaolang is still batting.

Every time he collided, Fang Xile's head felt like it had been hit by a hammer, buzzing and hurting, and even his body became more illusory.

In the dark, Fang Xile knew that if the body in the dream disappeared, she would be gone.

Hold on a little longer, and if it really doesn't work, give up your real body!

In the middle of his thoughts, everything around him suddenly flickered, and then, like a broken mirror, it cracked apart piece by piece, what happened?

At this time, Fang Xile suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.

Bai Xiaolang held an oil lamp, and the pointed head of the lamp was deeply inserted into her stomach.

Bai Xiaolang grinned and laughed silently, finally he won!

Suddenly, a slender hand wrapped around his hand and the oil lamp in his hand, pulling out the oil lamp little by little, and bringing out the intestines that had been stabbed.

He looked up in amazement and found that Fang Xile had actually woken up, and suddenly his heart chuckled, and he retreated again and again.

He blinked, his gaze flickering, full of malice.

Fang Xile was already injured, as long as he used the ability of the dream worm again, he would definitely be able to kill her! In this life-and-death struggle, he won after all!

Bai Xiaolang had a sneer on his face, trying to use the power of the dream worm.

The next second, a smile froze on his face.

What's going on? Why can't he use his abilities?

Fang Xile endured the pain and stuffed his intestines back into his stomach, and tore off his dress to bandage the wound. If her mental power is full, she can use the Practitioner's Word Formula to recover quickly, but now that her mental power is exhausted, she can only deal with it temporarily.

After doing all this, Fang Xile set his eyes on Bai Xiaolang.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to......" Bai Xiaolang's thin and small face was full of horror, his eyes were wide and round, and his arms were hugging him, pitiful.

If you are a soft-hearted person, you will not be able to bear to kill the killer with heartache.

Fang Xile's eyebrows softened a little, and it seemed to loosen a little, and in the next second, the cold blade came out of his body.