This dream is very long, and it contains endless knowledge and memories, so that Wen Yi can't tell whether he is reborn or his own experience in the previous life, in fact, it is a dream.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies.

Is it Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly?

I don't know how long it took, Wen Yi gradually opened her eyes, she looked at the third senior brother who was a little tired sitting at the head of her bed with a blank expression, "Senior brother in the middle of the night doesn't go back to his dormitory, what are you doing here?" ”

"Let's see if you have a beautiful sleeping position." Bai Feng muttered, he reached out and pulled Wen Yi up, "The person you like has a fight with a master, get up and take a look, don't sleep." ”

Wen Yi slowly raised her head, "Who did Shen Yu fight with?" ”

Although Shen Yu is lonely and arrogant, he is not a person who causes trouble, unless he encounters something that he is extremely disgusted with, he will not act easily, Wen Yi thought about it, could it be that Shen Yu found someone with his mother's spirit body.

"I don't know who it is, anyway, it's an ancestor of the Mahayana realm." Bai Feng sighed for a while, "It was after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascended, the old ancestor of the Mahayana Realm disappeared completely, and his cultivation was the highest Tribulation Realm, and I don't know which ancestor of the secret sect was fighting against His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Wen Yi snapped her fingers, and after a faint silvery-white halo, she was already dressed neatly, "I'll go out and have a look." ”

Bai Feng grabbed her, "What are you going out to see, the immortals are fighting and mortals are suffering, and the senior sister of the head of the family quietly went out to take a look, and came back covered in injuries."

What is her cultivation, and what is your cultivation?

Don't join in the fun.

I'm telling you this so that you don't have to worry about Shen Yu.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's cultivation is profound, and the ruthless killing sword is the most ferocious, and few people can please him under his hands. ”

Wen Yi stood by the window and looked at the black and red half of the sky, and the sky reflecting various spells, and was suddenly surprised.

It was none other than Shen Yu who was fighting against him, it was Yuehua, the founder of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion.

When Wen Yi and Shen Yu teamed up to attack the Red-clothed Demon King in the Qingyun Secret Realm, Yuehua descended from the sky to stop them from killing the Red-clothed Demon King, using a similar spell like this.

Each monk's aura is unique.

The thermometer is 100% sure that it is Yuehua.

"What's going on? Is there infighting? Wen Yi walked out of the dormitory, she looked up at the sky, and the light on the sky flickered, sometimes black and red, sometimes water blue.

"What kind of infighting?" Bai Feng'er was not deaf, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, "Little junior sister means that they know the people who are fighting against Prince Er." ”

Wen Yi didn't want to reveal too much about Yuehua, so she only said that it was an old acquaintance.

"It shouldn't be a big deal, you should eat and drink, don't put it in your heart when you encounter something." Wen Yi turned around on the Ethereal Peak, and after seeing that the two little disciples were all right, the heart hanging in her throat was suddenly put back into her stomach.

She yawned, "Senior brother, I'm going to sleep, by the way, don't go to join in the fun, that's really not something we can mix." ”

The affairs of the Mahayana realm are not something that they can participate in the Yuan Infant Realm, and Wen Yi is very aware of the current situation.

Bai Feng looked at her and said in amazement: "You really don't care about His Royal Highness the Prince, aren't you afraid that he will break a little skin and be injured a little?" ”

Wen Yi, who had already climbed into the bed, slowly raised his head, "Third Senior Brother, isn't it normal to live and die on the road of cultivating immortals?"

Besides, he's going out to fight, isn't it normal to have a little injury?

Although I feel sorry for Shen Yu, some injuries are inevitable, and I will treat him when he comes back. ”

There is a holy object like the Buddha Heart Lotus, as long as Shen Yu still has a breath, Wen Yi can save him.

The path of cultivation is full of dangers, nine deaths and one life, and it is difficult for Wen Yi to ensure that he will smoothly cross the tribulation and ascend, and he may die violently after finally reaching the realm of the supreme realm of sentient beings like in his previous life.

Cultivation is to go against the sky, and it is normal to die on the road, and the temperature meter can see it.

Bai Feng: "......"

Seeing that the little junior sister didn't say anything, Bai Feng thought for a while, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's cultivation is profound, and it's best not to talk about your relationship with him, otherwise it will bring endless trouble to you and him." ”

With such a big battle, it is estimated that the entire immortal cultivation world knows about it.

Bai Feng became more and more worried about Wen Yi's safety.

I have to say that the little junior sister's current cultivation is a burden to His Royal Highness the Prince, and the gap in strength between the two is not something that a sect can fill.

Wen Yi was perfunctory for a while and continued to fall asleep.

She dreamed of many things in her dreams, sometimes unreal and sometimes real, that she couldn't see.

Those things were so realistic, so realistic that Wen Yi began to wonder if she was reborn, or if she was a member of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion in the first place, but for some reason she was missing a memory.

As soon as Wen Yi's head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

"This is my life, why are you meddling in my life? Give me my body back. ”

In her dream, Wen Yi stood in a pitch-black space, with a dreamy sea of pink peach blossoms under her feet, and a murderous sky intertwined with black and red above her head.

A slender girl with a pale face stood opposite her with a long sword in her hand, her eyes red and her eyes full of venomous malice and madness.

"Thermometer?"

Seeing the other party's face, Wen Yi was stunned for a moment.

"You thief, you stole my life." The original owner wept bitterly, she spread her teeth and claws around Wen Yi, like a demon who sucked other people's souls, "Give me back my body, give me back my body." ”

The original owner's voice was so sharp and sharp that Wen Yi's ears hurt, and she only felt as if her head had been pierced by a thousand steel needles, and she trembled with pain.

Wen Yiqiang endured the severe pain, she looked at the original owner around her and said in a deep voice: "You are dead, you are just a demon in my heart, either you calm down, or I will personally send you on your way." ”

Reborn into this body thermometer, there has always been a thought in my mind.

She was reborn, but where is the soul of the original owner?

Even if he used the secret soul collection method, Wen Yi didn't find out where the other party's soul went.

"I didn't die because you forcibly took my body, please, give me my body back, okay?

Or the two of us living together.

I just want to meet my brothers.

I'm not going to blame you for driving my beautiful male cultivators down the mountain.

I just want to live well.

You're strong, you're good, I'm ashamed of myself.

But this body is mine, and I beg you to give it back to me. ”

After getting the soul, she begged Wen Yi to return her body, Wen Yi only felt upset, she took a deep breath, "No! ”

She knew very well that the other party was not the real original owner, but her own inner demon, and only by keeping the Dao heart could she not let herself fall into confusion and madness.