Shen Yi looked at his master's painful sleeping face, his eyes flashing slightly.

He closed his eyes and stretched his soul power over her and into her sleep.

Blood.

As soon as Shen Yi opened her eyes in her dream, she saw a large area of blood.

The top of the black Minghuang Mountain was a red hell on earth, and the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand devoured all the righteous people in front of her like a man-eating demon.

Her face was expressionless, and her white clothes were stained red with blood.

The nightmare was repeated over and over again in her dreams, and Ye Chuijin in the dream dyed her white clothes red again and again.

And behind her, Shen Yi at that time looked at this scene with a smile.

He looked forward to her breaking with the righteous path, expecting her to be pushed to his side.

But now when she entered her dream, Shen Yi was in a trance and really felt the same way, and she only felt a pain in her heart.

Let's stop......

Master, stop.

If this is the source of your endless nightmares.

Shen Yi frowned, trying to pull her sleeve, but his fingers passed through her sleeve.

It was her dream, the source of her day-to-day pain.

No one can undo it.

Since he captured her back to the Flowing Fire Palace, his master still looks as tough as before, even if he is so humiliated, she is like the green bamboo in front of his door, even if she is temporarily bent over by adversity, but once she is given a little space, she can stand up again, and the wind and snow will not be bullied.

Shen Yi thought she was as tough and ruthless as she looked.

But it turned out that those scars had become her lingering pain.

Shen Yi couldn't imagine that she had been tormented by such nightmares every night these days.

And in her nightmare, Shen Yi's smile behind her was so dazzling.

Shen Yi didn't dare to look at it anymore, wanting to break free from her dream, but at this moment, the red eyes finally faded away, and the picture turned to Izumo Peak.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yi was stunned.

"Shen Yi" was covered in wounds and was lying in his room, while his master surrounded him with the spiritual power of her body delicately and gently, treating the wounds on his body for him.

The picture is warm and soft.

Why do such memories turn into your nightmares, do you hate me like that?

Hate that even the good memories between us can turn into your nightmare?

Shen Yi looked at it with a complicated expression, only to feel more and more pain in his heart.

At this moment, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his master's face.

Shen Yi was stunned.

Then, before he could react, the picture changed abruptly.

He had always adhered to etiquette, and the exemplary master of the cultivation realm knelt in front of his honored master.

And on the ground between the two, there was a deep sword light that cut through the gap, cutting the gap between the two.

Shen Yi had never met a few times with his ancestor Jiang Ci holding a sword in his hand, his face was pale: "Wen Fu, I only ask you, in your heart, today's Izumo Gate is full of glory, and 90,000 disciples are not even more important than the demon in the sea in your heart?!" ”

Shen Yi's eyes widened.

His master knelt there, his head hanging down, his hands clenched into fists.

She has a stable Taoist heart, she is the first person on the righteous path, she is admired by countless people, and the Wenfu fairy who is respected by all people in the world.

She became a god in half a step, and when the time came, she would be able to break through the avenue of heaven and earth and become a god.

Shen Yi's breath stopped.

But at this moment, Shen Yi's heart became more and more painful.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that in the familiar Flowing Fire Palace, his master had pierced the Qiankun Sword into his heart, and the majestic soul power poured into the blade of the sword.

There was no expression on her face, cold as jade.