Then, Xi Jiuyue smelled a very pungent smell of blood, and she knew that what was under her was nothing else, it was blood!

And at this moment, the pool of blood was under her, more and more, more and more, and the red dress on her body contrasted, bewitching and full of deadly aura. Pen God Pavilion

Xi Jiuyue couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "Ah----!!! ”

A scream suddenly pulled Xi Jiuyue back to reality from her dream.

At this moment, she was short of breath, sweating profusely, and even the clothes she was sleeping in were half wet, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

Xi Jiuyue looked at the sky outside, it was still early in the morning, and it was not yet bright.

She sat up slowly, gently rubbed her eyebrows, came to the table and poured herself a cup of tea to suppress her shock, relieving herself for a while.

After reacting, Xi Jiuyue fell into deep thought, what was going on just now, how could she have such a terrible dream? This is something that has never happened before.

Especially at the moment when she saw the woman in red in her dream being pierced by a sword, her whole body was almost suffocated in pain, as if the sword was originally pierced on her body.

She remembered that it had been half a year since she last dreamed, and the last time she dreamed, her sister gave her a dream, hinting at her cultivation.

So what was the dream she just had? Was this dream trying to tell her something?

After thinking about it to no avail, Xi Jiuyue flashed into the regional bracelet.

After the nightmare just now, Xi Jiuyue only felt goosebumps all over her body, and she was completely sleepless.

So she began to sit cross-legged, absorbing the spiritual power molecules around her.

Since her strength had risen by a large level, her cultivation speed had also been much faster than before, and the spiritual power elements surrounding her had continuously entered her body under the traction of her spiritual power.

After entering the cultivation state, Xi Jiuyue abandoned all the distracting thoughts in her mind, and gradually she stabilized her mind, and the mood that was originally up and down because of that abnormal nightmare also calmed down.

It's just that in the place where Xi Jiuyue couldn't see, the red Manzhu Sahua mark on her left shoulder flashed in the night, and the area covered by the red mark was unconsciously larger than before.

In addition, the imprint of the manzhu sawa looks even more bewitching against the backdrop of the night, like fire, like a flower, like blood, and extremely red.

Until the next morning, Xi Jiuyue left the regional bracelet early, and after packing up her things with Dong Ling, she said goodbye to the old national teacher and his party, got into the carriage, and rushed to the general's mansion.

It's just that about an hour after Xi Jiuyue left, an uninvited guest came to Hanguang Temple.

Ye Moxuan invited the man directly to the inner courtyard and asked someone to make the best Biluochun.

Ye Moxuan tasted the tea leaves, while looking at someone on the other side, and said with a smile: "What kind of wind is blowing today, and you are invited to this great god?" ”

At this time, the person sitting opposite Ye Moxuan was handsome and exquisite, his heroic facial features were clear and three-dimensional, he was dressed in a black robe, and his ink hair, which was tied up high by the purple and gold crown, revealed a faint evil spirit, and his slender body was straight and straight.