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Chapter 126 The same dream thousands of miles away
Unlike the Sword Sect, which was about to be stormed and stormed, the Jingtian Sect was still peaceful at this time.

The white crane flies over the clouds, and behind it is a white sticky substance that is as thin as the flowing clouds in ancient paintings. It is like auspicious clouds and wind-shaped, and it is quite fairy-like.

That's their excrement.

There was a sudden noise below...

"Senior Brother Chu, you have to believe in the professionalism of our two brothers." An unhurried voice sounded, with a confident tone.

His eyes dropped to the clouds and he followed the sound, only to see an inner disciple with sinister features and stern eyes standing in front of Chu Xuanyi, behind him was a junior fellow disciple with a square face who didn't look very smart.

"Senior brother, let's look at this hexagram. It has great ambitions and great achievements. However, this hexagram is covered with stars and mist. However, it is precisely because of the lack of capable men to open the way..."

The sly-eyed disciple took out a hexagram plate he found somewhere and continued to talk to Henry Chu.

The stone hexagram disks are a bit crude and look like the cheapest ones on display at the Waimen Night Market.

The square-faced disciple on the side actually didn't know what expression to put on. There were some beads of sweat on his simple face - because he knew that his senior brother couldn't tell fortunes.

After finishing the sly words, the disciple with a sly eyebrow put away the hexagram plate and came to Chu Xuan's side very familiarly. He lowered his voice and said, "My two brothers know all the news about the affairs of the sect and the influence of the disciples. Chu, Senior Brother Wu is in short supply right now, you see..."

As soon as Henry Chu leaned against the door, he looked a little helpless. He glanced at the ruthless man rubbing his hands beside him and spread his hands: "I can't make the decision. You can wait until Senior Brother Wu's confinement is over before coming back."

The wooden door against which he was leaning had a delicate and warm texture and excellent workmanship. It was obviously not the residence of a poor man named Chu Xuanyi.

In fact, it was after Wu You slipped out the day before yesterday that he started to deal with the establishment of Tong Fantian. He was just about to step aside and start working, but when he turned around, he realized that he didn't even have an organizational base at home.

Coincidentally, some of the seven people Wu You had planned to kill in the previous battle had only pavilions and mountain halls left, so... one of them has now been occupied by Chu Xuanyi.

"Is there anything else?" He changed his movements and continued to lean against the door, looking at the two of them with urging eyes.

"Uh……"

The smile on the sly-eyed disciple's face was a little awkward, and he was muttering in his heart - he didn't expect that Chu Xuan wouldn't even let him in, and refused so decisively.

He could only hold up his hands and say with a smile: "Then I won't disturb you, senior brother. The two of us will visit you another day."

After saying that, he quickly left with the square-faced disciple.

After watching the two of them walk away, Henry Chu breathed a sigh of relief and moved his body: "Huh... finally there is no need to block the door."

He turned around and opened the door, entered the hall, closed the door behind him and placed a simple restraint, and walked straight towards Wu You and Tianjun who were in front of the case.

"Pop."

After patting the futon and sitting down, Henry Chu looked at Wu You who had his head lowered and remained motionless.

His eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was steady, as if he was asleep...

Chu Xuan reached out and patted Wu You's shoulder gently, but there was no response. Wu You's spiritual power and all vital signs were still normal, but he could not wake up. This had been the case for some time.

"Senior brother, there is still no movement... Fellow Taoist Tianjun, do you know what's going on?"

Looking up, Tianjun was holding a cup of hot tea with a very peaceful expression. The unusually regular environment around Wu You made him extremely comfortable.

Tianjun blew the hot air, took a sip of tea, and replied emotionlessly:
"I don't know."

Chu Xuanyi: "..."

……

The cool wind blew on his face, and Wu You's hair fluttered in the wind. He was standing under a hill, looking at the endless sea of ​​grass in front of him.

"It's not reality... Where is this place, a fantasy? Or is it Senior Sister's dream?" He gently rubbed his chin and speculated.

Everything started from half an hour ago.When he sat down in the hall newly occupied by Tong Fantian, before he could warm his buttocks, an inexplicable uneasiness surged into his heart. He felt something in his heart. He immediately used his mental skills to open up the causal vision that was gradually approaching completion. .

He knew at first glance that something was seriously wrong.

Riding on a horse...Senior sister's causal line is twitching! ! !
That causal line is like a broken program, flickering wildly between disappearance and existence.

Karma with others does not disappear easily.

Even if they break up, like the master and his senior brother who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, there are still inextricably linked relationships. Even if one party dies, there will be traces left - just like those who were killed by him in the sect before. Villain.

There is no doubt that although I don't know the specific situation, the situation that Senior Sister Fang is in is absolutely, absolutely, very dangerous!

At that time, Wu You was like a foreman who saw his workers not wearing safety ropes, or a safety officer who caught a glimpse of his apprentice preparing to touch the live line with his bare hands.

——Raising his hand gave the causal line a punch!

And here he is.

"The storage ring failed, the sound-transmitting jade failed to respond, some magic weapons only had their original material strength, the concentration of spiritual energy was extremely high, and the talent of the Nascent Soul Realm to cross spatial distances has inexplicably failed..."

Wu You lowered his head and went over the details again.

"In addition, the illusory phenomenon of the distant scene should belong to the category of dreams. In order to limit the influence of imagination, some things that are 'not suitable for existence' cannot be displayed."

"But why can't we cross space? The rules of dreams?"

After coming to the conclusion, his expression became solemn.

It's not easy to deal with. Dreams are worse than physical teleportation - the danger is not reduced. Death in a dream is likely to cause the soul to dissipate and also lose the self-defense weapon.

"I hope the spell can still work."

He muttered to himself, took off his hair tie, and the tracking technique was quickly constructed in the palm of his hand...

The magic runes gradually began to tremble after they were formed. The environment here was not completely connected with reality, and the hairband in his hand was not the real hairband given to him by Senior Sister Fang, but an illusion in a dream.

Wu You himself didn't have much confidence in success.

Under his breathless gaze, the tremors of the tracking technique gradually became stronger, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse...

"Om-"

With a low buzzing sound, the technique stopped trembling at the last moment of collapse, and the spiritual power pointer lit up, pointing steadily in one direction.

This surprised Wu You, who had already looked away and was planning to find another way: "Did it really happen? ? Do things that are related in dreams count?"

The next moment, the streamer left the ground and headed straight to the sky.

……

This is not the Sword Sect.

Fang Shaohong looked at the scenery outside the door, and her brain fell into a downtime for two seconds. She stepped back from the door, closed the door, and prepared to open the door again.

"This?!"

But as she lowered her head, Fang Shaohong suddenly discovered that the handle she had been holding had changed its style at some point. Looking back, the original guest room also changed its appearance... What she saw was a rather stylish cultivator. Mansion decoration.

The reflection in the bronze mirror on the table told her that she was also changing together.

(End of this chapter)