It's a dream again.

Xiao Chanhuan hasn't had this dream for a long time.

In dreams.

The sea is overwhelming, and the sky and the earth are connected by a heavy water curtain, as if chaos has just appeared, and the naked eye can see that it is all water mist, and it does not appear in the distance.

Lightning and thunder roared, waves roared, and each wave was higher than the other.

The tornadoes set off by the sea, from far to near, and then from near to far, ruthlessly raging in the sea, crushing inch by inch.

The power of God is overwhelming, such as ten thousand catties, and there is no escape, no escape, no step.

There are a large number of corpses of sea tribes floating on the sea, these dead sea tribes, some are enlightened, some are ignorant spiritual, and some are not enlightened, their corpses are sinking or floating, some are complete, some are incomplete, and the blood stains the entire sea area, like Shura Hell reappearing in the world, and the strong smell of blood makes people dizzy and sick.

Xiao Chanhuan's five senses are sensitive, and as soon as she stepped in, the whole person seemed to be soaked in a thick blood mist, which made her dizzy, sticky, and difficult to breathe, which was very uncomfortable.

She endured the feeling of dizziness and discomfort, and kept the flame of clarity on the spiritual platform unextinguished.

This scene is very familiar to her, it is the scene when Xiao Chanwen was killed by her mother, Ziwei Yuanjun, with a soul-slashing sword.

The blood mist in the sky, there are sea tribes, birds, and Xiao Chan's, blood and water are entangled in the fog, and they can't tell each other.

She hadn't had this dream for a long time, why did she dream it again today?

Xiao Chanhuan looked at the scene in front of her and was puzzled.

Suddenly......

"Why?"

The phrase "why" sounded in her ears like thunder, and what made her feel even more horrified was that this "why" actually came out of her mouth.

That's very wrong!

She had dreamed of this scene many times, but every time in the past, she was just a spectator, and from the perspective of a bystander, she was forced to watch the scene of "mother and daughter cannibalism", or it is more appropriate to call it "a mother unilaterally abusing her daughter".

But no matter what the name of this drama is, shouldn't she be just a spectator from start to finish? What's going on with this immersive, hands-on experience?

Did she get caught up in a ghost? But who the hell is this ghost? It's her? Or Xiao Chan's wife?

Xiao Chanhuan tried to keep a little clear of the fire of the spiritual platform, flickering and flickering, crumbling.

She struggled to move her body and her hands and feet, and then she became even more frightened, because she suddenly realized that she couldn't move at all, she was trapped!

Xiao Chan's body is the prison that traps her, and she is forced to become one with her, listen to what she hears, say what she says, watch what she sees, and do what she does, and she can't break free.

At this time, Ziwei Yuanjun on the opposite side happened to speak, only to see her say casually: "There is no reason." ”

Xiao Chanhuan knew what Xiao Chanwan would say next, she tried her best to keep her mouth shut, she didn't want to open her mouth, but she couldn't stop it at all, Xiao Chanwen still opened her mouth as she saw in her dream.

She watched Xiao Chan's wife speak, and heard her say, "There is no why! Scold...... If you don't have a reason, you will be asked to kill your husband? There is no reason for you to defect to the sect? Your father has been with you for a thousand years, and the sect has raised you even more, so you can do it without a word of why? ”

And this voice came from Xiao Chan's mouth, but it was also from her mouth that it was obviously her own behavior, but she couldn't stop it at all, she was in a hurry and couldn't help.

Seeing that the conversation between Xiao Chanwen and Ziwei Yuanjun was getting closer and closer, she tried all kinds of methods, but she couldn't escape from Xiao Chan's body no matter what.

She was so anxious that she didn't have to touch it with her hands, she could know that she must be sweating all over her head at this time, but the more she tossed, the weaker she became.

What she didn't know was that because of her constant tossing, the little clear flame of her spiritual platform was becoming more and more dim and was about to be extinguished.

"Since you can kill your husband and kill your friends, you must not be afraid of adding another name of beheading a woman, anyway, you Ziwei Yuanjun is cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and you are not afraid of adding another bloody case to me!"

"Idiot, don't be persistent, I taught you all your techniques, you can't stop me."

……

"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it, I have a question in my heart, I can't do it if I don't ask!"

Xiao Chanhuan is looking for death, she has to hit the muzzle of the gun, Xiao Chanhuan is not willing to play with her!

Who knows if this dream is real or not?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, whether Zhuang Zhou has become a butterfly, or a butterfly has become Zhuang Zhou, who can say clearly?

There are many mysterious things in this world, and what she encountered is not this or two, what if this dream is true?

She was trapped in Xiao Chan's body at this time and couldn't get out, Xiao Chan's death was inevitable, this is history that cannot be changed.

If she can't get out, will she also die with Xiao Chan?

No way! She can't die!

She is not Xiao Chan's wife, Xiao Chan's wife can do things and is not tactful, she can't!

Brother Dali is still waiting for her outside, Xiao Chan's wife will die when she dies, if she dies with her, Brother Dali will definitely cry to death.

Brother Dali is the only one left now......

Thinking of Niu Dali, Xiao Chanhuan was about to extinguish a little Lingtai Qingming Fire, and it instantly became a little more vigorous, although it was still only the size of a mung bean, but it was enough to illuminate the place where she was a few meters.

Niu Dali is Xiao Chanhuan's salvation and hope, whenever she wants to give up, she shouts his name, in order to expel the fear in her heart, and dispel the shadow of death and endless darkness brought by being unable to move.

It's a pity that although she knows what she shouted and did, these sounds and movements can't be transmitted at all.

Xiao Chan's body trapped her firmly, no matter how frantically she pounded her body, even if she really felt the substantial pain of every fist punch, the pain was like a needle prick, it reacted to her mind and soul, and stabbed her all over her body, but it was still to no avail.

Closer, closer, closer......

All their efforts were in vain, and Ziwei Yuanjun's Soul Slaying Sword had already arrived in front of them.

"Ah......h

Xiao Chanhuan let out a terrible scream, but unfortunately no one heard her misery.

Because Xiao Chanwen didn't scream, she just looked at Ziwei Yuanjun in disbelief, even if the Soul Slaying Sword had pierced her body, she still deceived herself and didn't want to believe it.

This was the first time that Xiao Chanhuan had felt so clearly the feeling of Xiao Chan's body being pierced by the Soul Slashing Sword.

Unlike the usual passers-by watching the play, she clearly experienced the feeling of the soul slashing sword piercing into her body, first her soul, then her body, and finally her consciousness, which was crushed little by little.

The pain paralyzed her nerves, and her five senses could no longer feel anything other than pain.

Despair didn't even have time to be born, and together with the owner of this body, returned to chaos.