For a moment, everyone didn't say anything. Han Yiming couldn't help but be grateful to the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror in his heart. He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror lying in his arms. As soon as he moved his hand, he saw the gloomy gaze of the Pingbo Taoist man shot towards him. He was not afraid at all, but he stopped the movement of his hand when facing the Pingbo Taoist man's gaze.

Everyone was very tired, but it was not because they didn't have a good rest last night. But when Limaha competed with the Wuxiang Treasure Mirror, the huge spiritual power collided, and everyone had to use their own cultivation to resist. The two huge spiritual power collided, and everyone in the field was dizzy, as if they were in an endless abyss. After that, they couldn't help but feel tired, and sat for a while and fell asleep.

Han Yiming was a little worried. He was not a good person, so he might not stop and dared not fall asleep, and forced himself to support himself. But everyone around him was sleeping soundly. He forced himself to sit for a while, and his eyelids gradually became extremely heavy and drooped. The bright woman in the dark came in full dress, red and green, charming and enchanting. Every step she took was full of charm, and every step she took was accompanied by a light and melodious ringtone. Suddenly a ball of flame rose from the ground, wrapping her in it!

Han Yiming was shocked. Her thin shirt was about to catch fire and wanted to rush up to pull her out of the fire, but she couldn't run. All around were cold eyes, blurred figures, but there were pairs of bright eyes like wolves. She stared indifferently and fiercely at the woman who was still beautiful in the fire. She rolled in the flames, but she couldn't say a word. Han Yiming repeatedly stretched out his hand to help her, but he could not raise his arms. He could only watch the flames licked and trembled all over the place.

Suddenly she jumped up from the flames, and it was already a combination of men and women of Limaha! But it was no longer the combination he had seen. Limaha personally started to move down from the center of her eyebrows, split into two. On the left half was the ascetic man with gray skin, thin face, high nose and deep eyes, black lips, and a strange sword in his hand. The sword body was only one foot long, but the blade was extremely narrow and curved like a wave. The woman on the right half was dressed in a thick dress, her charm was still bright, as bright as the past, her five fingers were like orchids, and her posture was extremely graceful! One left and one right complemented each other, but it was particularly shocking!

When Han Yiming saw the combination of Jie Lima, he couldn't help feeling sad. The two people formed a unity like this and never separated, but it made him very sad. Suddenly, Jie Lima walked towards him with a big strode. The man's eyes were as cold as ice, while the woman's eyes were as charming as water. The huge contrast between the two was strange and sad. Han Yiming looked at Jie Lima and couldn't help feeling sad. However, Jie Lima walked in front of him in a few steps, waved the sword, and stabbed him at him! Han Yiming was shocked. Su was about to call out the Mingyuan sword. As soon as his fingers moved, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a hand inserted into his chest!

The hand stirred in his chest, and Han Yiming felt that his chest was extremely hot. The hand was like a ball of fire, burning his mouth and tongue dry. Suddenly, a faint blue light flashed in front of him. The curved sword split the many images in front of him, and it was aimed at his eyes! Han Yiming screamed and suddenly woke up. He saw that the sun was bright, the breeze was gentle, and it was still daytime. Only then did he realize that it was a nightmare just now! Perhaps the story of Limaha was too shocking, and he dreamed of him again in his dream!

Everyone around was resting. Han Yiming calmed down. He was already sweating all over. He took a few deep breaths and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his head. Suddenly, he felt another burning pain in his chest. He reached out and pressed his chest. It would be fine if he didn't press it, but after pressing it, he felt like he had pressed a red iron block, which made him take a breath of cold air. He retracted his hand, and a bubble had burned from his fingertips. Looking around, he saw a small puddle not far away, and there was still some rainwater that had not yet been dried. He was running over and soaking his hand in the water. Suddenly, he saw a black shadow surging in the woods.

He stopped and looked at the black shadow. When he saw it, he was shocked. It was not a moving black shadow, but a growing shadow that was rushing towards this side. This shock was extraordinary. He summoned the Sword of Songyuan and flew forward into the sky. He saw that all the trees were grey and black, all the trees were burned and dead, without leaves, and only stumps like coke stood on the ground. The sky above his head was still clear, and the sky in front of him expanded into gray and black with the shadow on the ground, swallowing the blue sky above his head. The ground had long lost its vitality, and the land was as burned by fire, barren, dry, and burnt smoke, and there was no sign of life. Even a living little beast or a living bird could no longer see it!

Han Yiming was stunned by the terrible scene, and was stunned for a while. Suddenly, the edge of the black shadow spread towards this side like a tide. The endless black had covered the forest ahead and gradually spread around. Han Yiming looked back and saw that the forest behind him was still green, and the birds sang lightly, and it was still a prosperous scene. Suddenly, he saw that the black edge was approaching the place where he had just rested, and shouted: "Master, please Limaha!"

His screams were very loud. Although everyone on the ground was exhausted and drowsy, they all raised their ears because they were in danger. When they heard him shouting, they all woke up, and they were all very good people. As soon as they woke up, they immediately flew into the air with their swords. Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang jumped into the air with their long swords in their hands, and appeared beside him in a blink of an eye, looking at the darkness with him.

The black shadow was as dark as ink, coming towards this side. Wherever he went, the trees were dry and the flowers were gone, and even the birds and beasts in the forest changed from living things to blue smoke and turned into mummies. In an instant, the originally vibrant dense forest was dead! Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang glanced at Zhao Haoyang, and Zhao Haoyang said, "What a powerful place he went to was dead, and we must be no match for him. Let's leave here first. He sucked away the vitality of this place in order to be enemies with us. With such a huge momentum and a big fight, what exactly did he do?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Taoist Pingbo shouting, "Jie Limaha!" Everyone looked in his voice, and saw that what came out of the charred black was not the male and female men who each had one side of the charred yesterday, but the male and female men and female men in Han Yiming's dream accounted for half of the male and female men!
Chapter completed!