Han Yiming shook his head: "Senior Brother, this matter is really strange. I have a low-knowledge and can't tell you the truth. Please don't blame me."

Yuan Hui sighed, "I knew I was going to dream of that situation again before going to bed at night. I thought of many ways: meditate carefully, read, burn incense, bathe before going to bed, and even let the disciples stay outside the door, but it was ineffective. As long as I fell asleep, I would definitely dream of the extremely familiar scene. I dreamed a lot of times, and even when I would kill someone, I remember clearly what was there in the other party's room."

Han Yiming suddenly felt aroused in his heart and asked, "Senior Brother, do you still remember how you did it? Do you recognize which school of cultivation is the place of the sect of cultivation?"

Yuan Hui looked at him for a moment and said, "I really can't remember how I took action, but junior brother, I recognized where that faction was."

Han Yiming said: "It's good to recognize it. At least it's not without traces."

Yuan Hui was silent for a moment and said, "But even if I recognize it, there is still no trace to follow."

Han Yiming looked at him without saying a word, Yuan Hui sighed: "That is the place where Taoist Hexiang practices."

Han Yiming thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "Master Hexiang, did I just went to Lingshan and the whole sect was destroyed?"

Yuanhui nodded, Han Yiming stared at him and thought to himself: "Is it really him?"

Yuan Hui heard his question and replied: "Junior brother, it's really not me. I have thought about it carefully that I should listen to my master's preaching in the place where the head of the sect was blessed. At that time, my master had already intentionally cultivated me."

Han Yiming did not doubt that Yuan Hui's words were false. Yuan Hui at that time was different from Yuan Hui at that time. He was smart and clever, but he did not have strong spiritual power.

At that time, he was a demon-killing disciple of Chenxishan, and was deeply loved by his master. He would never put him in danger, nor would he let him go alone to fight his enemies. Therefore, this matter really has nothing to do with him.

But why did he dream about it? Is his spiritual power strong now?

If he had not talked about his dream first, Han Yiming would have been surprised to hear Yuanhui's dream. If he had known Yuanhui, then he would have such a strange dream, Han Yiming would be able to calm down and listen carefully.

Yuan Hui saw that Han Yiming was as calm as usual, and was very surprised and stunned before asking: "Are you surprised by junior brother?"

Han Yiming naturally would not say it clearly, and only said: "Senior brother's dream is really strange and terrifying. But I had strange dreams in the past, so I was not surprised."

Yuan Hui said: "For the past six months, I have only had this one dream, which is very troubled."

Han Yiming said intently: "This matter must be related to him. But since it was not killed by him, how could it be him who dreamed of it?"

Yuanhui said again: "After I was doing this dream, I was very tired when I woke up. Junior brother, you had a strange dream before, would you be tired when you woke up?"

Han Yiming thought about it carefully and said, "It should be very laborious, but I can't remember it now."

Yuan Hui said: "At first, it's just a small sleep, then Xiaomei turns into a nap, and then you have to sleep for an hour. Now it's already more than two hours. I feel that when I fall asleep, I'm getting longer and shorter when I wake up, and even during the day."

Han Yiming asked, "Certain brother can have that dream when he takes a nap during his day?"

Yuan Hui said: "That's right, it's just not available every day. But you'll dream once every two or three days."

Han Yiming had only been to Lingshan for three years, and shortly after he went to Lingshan, Taoist Hexiang's entire sect was slaughtered. At that time, Yuan Hui had already been a disciple of Lingshan, and this was definitely not his previous life.

Yuan Hui said: "Junior brother, I just wish this was my previous life. I don't know why I was involved in this matter. If this matter spreads, I will be worried."

Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother, you have not told me about this matter with the brothers and brothers in Chenxishan?"

Yuan Hui shook her head: "Junior brother, how big is this matter? How can I say it casually? If the person with ulterior motives knows it, my fellow brothers will be in trouble."

Han Yiming said, "But Senior Brother, you said you have to me."

Yuan Hui said: "I know my junior brother's character, and I also know that others cannot understand my suffering, but my junior brother can understand. Besides, how cautious the junior brother is, he will never spread it."

Han Yiming looked at him and had to admit that Yuan Hui was right. He had never liked to spread other people's affairs, especially this matter was not a good thing, so how could it be spread?

After a pause, Han Yiming said, "That senior brother dreamed of killing Taoist Hexiang's entire sect?"

Yuanhui shook her head: "Junior brother, this dream has gone through the turns and I will kill Taoist Master Hexiang."

Han Yiming suddenly remembered what he saw in Hexiang Sect before and said, "Senior Brother, do you still remember how he killed him?"

Yuan Hui smiled bitterly and said, "I dreamed every day, and I couldn't even remember it."

After a pause, he said, "In my dream, I took out his spiritual power. Junior brother, I know what you want to ask, I saw it all in my dreams. I used their own spiritual power to crush all the bones and then pulled them out from the top of my head. Junior brother, I wonder how you would feel if you dreamed that they were pressed in front of you so hard that they could not scream, their body was flattened, and they took out their spiritual power from the top of their heads. I felt uncomfortable and disgusting. When I woke up, I felt that the dying breath on their hands."

He looked at his hands and said for a moment: "There were a few days in the morning when I woke up and washed my hands. No matter how I washed my hands, I felt that my hands were covered with invisible blood. The sound of crushing bones echoed in my ears, which was extremely terrifying!"

Han Yiming looked at Yuan Hui. Although the Yuan Hui he had known before was not as calm as clear and calm, he was also a talented person and smart.

At this time, Yuanhui's brows were deeply locked, his face was dark and painful. He had no usual jump, and there were deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, and his face was full of incomprehensible fear and indescribable disgust.

If there was no bone-bending pain when Lingshan was destroyed, Han Yiming might have sympathized with him. But after he smashed Lingshan with his own hands, Han Yiming felt that many things in the world were not so painful.

As the head of the sect, many fellow disciples must have responsibilities that they cannot have and have to bear the pain and heavy pain that their fellow disciples cannot bear. Therefore, Han Yiming has long been much hardened, and is not moved or sympathetic, but just listened patiently.

Yuan Hui suddenly asked him, "Junior brother, do you believe I killed it?"

Han Yiming looked at him for a moment and slowly shook his head.

Yuanhui breathed a sigh of relief and said after a moment: "Thank you for your trust in junior brother."
Chapter completed!