In Chen Gurong's dream, he was still the gentle and cute sister Chen Xiwu.

The two of them put on lanterns by the river together and met the gentleman in blue again.

The gentleman blew bamboo and chimes for him, and the ethereal sounds in his ears lingered in his ears.

Chen Gurong listened with his eyes bent, but at some point, the sound of bamboo chi had been interrupted.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a pool of blood.

Chen Gurong's pupils shrank.

"elder brother……"

Someone called him.

Chen Gurong looked back blankly. At the end of his sight, Chen Xiwu, who had just called his brother warmly and softly, was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open and he looked at him scattered.

Chen Gurong felt cold all over, and he was stunned for a moment, almost rolling and crawling over.

"Xiyu!"

Chen Xiwu's small body was supported by his trembling hands and lay between his arms. Large mouthfuls of blood kept gushing out of the corners of his lips, and a trace of red marks of teeth and claws slowly appeared on his white face.

She murmured, "Brother, I feel so painful."

Chen Gurong was at a loss and seemed to be frightened. He kept erasing the blood from the corner of Chen Xiwu's lips, but the more blood was applied, the more he could only feel Chen Xiwu becoming cold little by little in his arms.

"Xiwu..."

"Xiyu!"

Chen Gurong suddenly opened his eyes and was so scared that he woke up completely.

He sat on the bamboo couch for a long time before he recovered little by little, with a wiping of face and tears in his hands.

Chen Gurong was still shocked, and he took another long time to finally escape from Chen Xiwu's death in his dream.

He patted his face and murmured in a low voice: "I scared myself, dreams are all against me. Xiwu is still staying at home well. How could something happen?"

Before Xi Guxing came back, Chen Gurong thought about it and tied Bingxiao to his eyes - the feeling of being unable to see things was too empty and fearful, as if he could fall into the abyss with one foot next step, which really made people unable to like it.

Because of that dream, Chen Gurong walked out of the bamboo house a little unconsciously. He just took a few steps and saw Li Suo who had been waiting outside for a long time.

Chen Gurong thought about it and recognized who this person was: "Li Suo."

Ten years have passed, Li Suo's face is still sickly pale, as if it has not changed at all. When he saw Chen Gu Rong coming out, he was happy on his face and hurried over to salute: "I have seen the Holy Lord."

Chen Gurong helped him and said, "Why are you waiting here?"

Li Suo smiled and said, "Master, let me wait here. When you wake up, you will take you to Changying Mountain Convention Hall."

Chen Gurong nodded: "Yes, let's go."

Li Suo led the way ahead, and was secretly happy.

After ten years of change, the momentum of the Holy Lord seemed to be even stronger than before. He didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of Shen Gurong.

On the way, I saw Mu Edge, who was carrying a sword and frost and snow falling on his shoulders, quickly walking towards me.

When Chen Gurong saw him covered in wind and snow, he seemed to have come down from Yuxu Mountain: "Mu Xu?"

Mu Ezhe was walking expressionlessly, but unexpectedly caught him in the face of Chen Gurong. He instinctively wanted to show a gentle smile, but when he touched Chen Gurong's light-colored eyes, his expression froze and suddenly lowered his head in a mess.

He stepped forward and said, "Master."

Chen Gurong didn't notice his strangeness and said lightly: "Have you gone to practice swords?"

Mu Zhe said: "Yes."

Chen Gurong suddenly sighed: "This child won't become the second Xi leader, right? Going to Yuxu Mountain is not a place where people can practice swords. Isn't this self-abuse?"

Mu Zhe was stunned.

"Tsk." Chen Gurong, "What a child, I was taken away by that guy Xi Guxing."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Is it because of diligence in practicing diligence?

How did his master come into the Mahayana period?

Mu Zhe had already practiced swords from dawn to the point where he could reach the sun for three o'clock, and led Yuxu Mountain to the bone-chilling coldness into the spiritual veins for many circles, and finally forcibly expelled the ruthless thoughts in his heart from his heart.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when he heard a low sob coming from not far away.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time.

Chen Gurong frowned slightly, and for some reason, as if he had received some guidance, he sent a devil over.

In a corner of an open space behind the jungle, a disciple wearing a white robe and purple cloud pattern pulled a messy child forward, and the ground touched the child's knees at any time, dyeing the dirty white robe blood red.

The faint sob just now came from the child's mouth.

The disciple in the purple cloud pattern robe looked very young, but his face was full of vicious anger. He grabbed the girl's long hair, squatted down and said coldly: "If you want to go, you will go. Fenglu City will support you, not let you live a life of silence."

The little girl was embarrassed and gasped slightly, and she didn't even dare to choke.

"Get up." The disciple of Fenglu City forced her to pull her up without any pity on her face. "A person who is born with ghost energy, the city lord has made you live to this day. If you don't know how to be grateful, you dare to disobey the order at will?"

The little girl's cheeks were covered with blue marks and blood. Her face was dull and she struggled to stand firm, as if she had lost all her resistance.

She said hunchedly: "Yes."

"Yesterday, Li Ren Peak left the fortune and got the inner elixir of a barbarian beast. We are already far behind. If you can't attract the barbarian beast from the Ice Field today, you will die outside and don't come back."

When the child heard the word "death", the child's eyes lit up. Death seemed to be a luxury for her.

The disciple was arrogant and looked disdainful and arrogant even when he asked someone to die. He didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with having a living life for a completely insignificant competition.

Chen Gurong, who had just walked, glanced at him and suddenly froze.

In the beautiful dream he had last night, he still returned to the city of Tangcheng from the book, and led his sister Chen Xiwu to the unfinished Lantern Street, and finally stopped on Shen Xiwu's face full of blood and gradually became expressionless.

At this moment, Chen Xiwu's face in the dream strangely overlapped with the child in front of him, making Chen Gurong think in a trance that he was still dreaming.

Until "Chen Xiwu" coughed heavily, covered her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

There seemed to be a choking sound in my ears, and the wind blew into Chen Gurong's ears.

"I feel so painful."

"Brother, I feel so painful."

Chen Gurong's eyes suddenly turned dark, and his reason disappeared in an instant, as if something had been manipulated by his body again.

Li Suo and Mu Zui arrived later, but before they could see anything, they suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from their faces, dispersing towards the surroundings.

The entire wild beast that fled outside the Liren Peak was suppressed in an instant, unable to move forward, and could only stay in place and tremble.

Everyone in Changying Mountain Convention Hall was also shocked and rushed towards the source of pressure.

Li Suo and Mu Zui, who were closest to him, were forced to kneel down by the pressure of the Mahayana period, and barely stabilized with their spiritual power before they could not fall to the ground.

Mu Ei's face was pale and as soon as he activated his spiritual power, he heard the cold voice of Shen Gu Rong, who was facing him with his back to him.

"I want him to die."

Mu Zhe was stunned.

The next moment, there was a sharp sound in his ears that broke through the air. A sword was grabbed by Chen Gu Rong's slender five fingers, and it was covered with the spiritual power like an ice cone. Yan Han slowly climbed onto the sword.

The disciple of Fenglu City was about to take out a whip to teach the person who was almost dying, but suddenly he felt a cold murderous intent coming to his face. He didn't even react, so his knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force on the ground. The force was so strong that the bluestone slab under his knees was directly broken into cracks.

That pressure was something he had never seen before, and it could make people breathless just by relying on momentum.

He gasped and struggled to look up. In a daze, he saw a man in red walking to him, gently holding the child curled up on the ground in his arms.

Chen Gurong picked up "Chen Xiwu" with one hand and held Lin Xiachun in the other hand. His eyebrows and eyes, which had always been gentle, were full of anger. He didn't even want to say a word, and wanted to wave the sword without blinking.

The disciples of Fenglu City are all prides of heaven who are full of stars everywhere. They have never encountered such a desperate situation. Although he tried his best to struggle to escape, his limp legs could not move even an inch. He could only watch the sword wrapped in frost and snow slashing at him.

The next moment, a sharp "clang" sounded, and Lin Xiachun, who was so serious, was barely stopped by a sword before falling.

Chen Gurong didn't blink, and he didn't even go to see who was blocking him. His voice was like ice: "Get out."

The sword that stopped him was the Short Scene Sword.

Xi Guxing's cultivation was still not as good as Chen Gurong, but he just collided with his sword, which made his tiger's mouth numb. Fortunately, Shen Gurong saw him and took some force in time to prevent him from hurting him.

Xi Guxing said coldly: "I didn't see it at first sight, you almost caused me a disaster."

Chen Gurong was completely different from usual. He was expressionless and still indifferent, and said coldly: "I didn't make trouble."

Xi Guxing: "Then why did you kill someone for no reason?"

Chen Gurong said: "It's not for no reason."

Xi Guxing was stunned for a moment, thought carefully, Chen Gurong's already calm temperament, and glanced at the disciple who was kneeling on the ground and frightened.

The disciple was completely frightened and even the hem of his clothes was wet.

Xi Guxing let out a "tsk" sound, swung the Short Jingjian, took a step back, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay, there's a reason. Feng Yun will be here soon. You kill first, I'll take care of everything."
To be continued...