"Array?" Yan Shu handed her a cup of hot tea with a confused look on her face, "No, who dares to put such a vicious array in the dormitory?"
Jiang Ling'er recalled the rain just now with lingering fear in her heart. Fei Yunlong's words about not going out unless there was nothing suddenly rang in her mind.
She clenched her fists, the pain of the spiritual energy riot still vivid in her mind. If Hongmeng Daoxin hadn't saved her, she would have died long ago.
What she had just experienced was too real, and she had to think more about it.
There are many ways to create nightmares in people, the most direct is to set up formations.
However, Tianqing Sect stipulates that formations are not allowed to be used in dormitories. Except for the trial field and training ground, any time the formations are used, they will be counterattacked by the sect-protecting formation.
If it's not a formation, is it a monster?
Or someone?
The faces of Jiang Yinxue, Jiang Buyi and others flashed in his mind.
She pinched her eyebrows, her thoughts were confused and she couldn't think of a reason.
Jiang Ling'er slowly lowered the hand that raised the teacup and looked at the reflection in the tea.
Behind her, Yan Shu lowered her head and seemed to be in a bad mood.
Not wanting her friend to continue worrying, she turned her head and raised a smile, "Ashu..."
The words stopped for a moment, and the pupils tightened.
Yan Shu's face was covered with pits of rotten flesh, covered with fat white maggots, writhing rapidly in the yellow pus.
This face... was exactly the same as the Yan Shu she saw on the road!
Jiang Ling'er stood up suddenly, and the protective bracelet instantly opened.
Her back was pressed against the wall, and she watched helplessly as the female cultivator opposite walked toward her step by step.
Blood dripped onto the ground. Yan Shu tilted her head, opened and closed her mouth, and the maggots were swallowed into her stomach with her movements.
"Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"
A blur flashed before his eyes, as if his eyes were covered with a layer of lard.
When she opened her eyes again, it was normal Yan Shu.
Jiang Linger stood there blankly.
"Ashu?"
Yan Shu put down the teapot in her hand and looked at her worriedly, "Why did you stand up suddenly? You scared me."
Her face was as fair and smooth as before, without any blemishes.
The sunshine outside the window shone into the room, warm and bright, but Jiang Ling'er felt cold in her heart.
"I, I just had another nightmare."
"What did you just see? I looked like you were scared. I won't turn into a monster, right?" Yan Shu made exaggerated movements, with her hands on her hips and a look of feigned anger, "Okay, Zhao Ling'er, watch me beat you up." I won’t beat you!”
Jiang Ling'er's tense back gradually relaxed after being teased like this by her.
"How could that be? That's nonsense."
Seeing her pale face, Yan Shu wanted her to have a good rest. She stood up and closed the door, "Okay, I'm going back. Remember to go to the competition platform together tomorrow!"
"Stupid woman, your breath just now was very strange." Xiaoxu stuck his head out, his tone was rare and solemn.
Seeing that Xiaoxu also sensed something was wrong, Jiang Ling'er told the strange things he saw.
"This situation...isn't a formation," Tianhuo pondered, "it's more like being under a spell."
"You have to find out the source as soon as possible, otherwise you will keep falling into nightmares over and over again."
The little snake was holding her arm, his black eyes full of worry.
"source?"
Xiaoxu became impatient and said with a hint of contempt in his tone, "Give me two drops of blood. All the spiritual power you have worked so hard to cultivate will be used by you."
Jiang Ling'er did as he was told, and Xiaoxu used his body to wrap up the blood beads. When he opened them again, the blood beads turned into thin blood scabs with wandering spiritual energy attached to them.
The spiritual energy formed a portrait, and this person was exactly the person Jiang Ling'er had seen.
*****
Tournament.
Jiang Ling'er's opponent was a female cultivator in blue holding a soft sword.
"You are worthy of the prestigious Junior Sister Zhao," she sneered, "It's disgusting that a despicable person like you deserves to be standing in this place."
Lan Yuxin looked at the female cultivator in front of her with disgust on her face.
Is it something she can imagine being handed down from the head of the family?
He looks so coquettish!
"When people look ugly, their words are also ugly," Jiang Ling'er said with a slight smile, "Ugly people tend to do mischief!"
Lan Yuxin's heart was beating fast and she was furious. She never expected that the quiet female cultivator in front of her would dare to contradict her.
"Sure enough, you are still an uneducated person. Your mother is a bed-crawling bitch. When you were born, you are also a shameless, skinless and unclean bitch!"
Jiang Ling'er didn't change her expression and laughed, "I hear you are so confident, so I guess what you just said was your personal experience?"
"Bitch!" Lan Yuxin rushed to her head with anger and swung the soft sword in her hand into the air. The soft sword body was stretched straight by the force of her throw.
Competition stage auditorium.
"What kind of wind is blowing today that brought me the master's personal inheritance?" Mr. Yu smiled, stroking his beard and looking at him.
The male cultivator sitting on the other side held a cup of tea in his hand, and slowly poured the tea into the water. The fragrance of tea was lingering, and in the dense water vapor, his delicate jaw was looming.
"Come and relax." His eyebrows were clear and indifferent, as if he was otherworldly, causing the female cultivators around him to look at him frequently.
Sitting in the audience were six or seven outer sect elders who had completed their foundation building.
Among them, the three old men sitting in front are the elders in charge of the entire outer sect.
"A Xing..." Shangguan Mingxin sat down with one of the elders in charge. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and her pretty face was wrinkled, looking pitiful.
"Brother!" Not far away, Jiang Yinxue had just gotten off the flying magic weapon. She glanced at him with her narrow phoenix eyes and walked straight towards the male cultivator.
Then he was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Okay, brother!" She bit her pink lips lightly, with a little bit of coquettishness, "Just let me explain to you. It's not what you think. Me, my relationship with them is..."
Ever since Uncle Ziyu and Gu Yan expressed their feelings to her and Brother Xing caught them, she has never been able to get close to him again.
She was very familiar with this kind of fight. Thinking of the superior man being jealous of her, an inexplicable expansion of vanity filled her heart.
"Okay, brother!" Seeing that her coquettish behavior was fruitless, Jiang Yinxue remembered the times when she repeatedly failed to show her goodwill, and became angry. She glanced at Shangguan Mingxin, who had resentment in her eyes, "I didn't forgive you when you were good to others in the past. Well, okay, brother!"
Gu Yan beside her listened to the soft words of her sweetheart, and her eyes towards Zhao Xingyu gradually became gloomy.
She used to be so proud, like a high and mighty queen.
He also loved her high-spirited, stubborn and proud look, but now she lowered her head for another man.
It's true that he felt uncomfortable, but for Xue'er, he was willing to endure it.
"Zhao Qinzhuan is still angry, Xue'er, why don't we come back later?" Gu Yan suppressed the displeasure in his heart, and his charming peach blossom eyes glowed with doting.
"Okay, has Uncle Ziyu gone?" Jiang Yinxue glanced at the male cultivator unwillingly, and saw that he was still drinking tea as if no one was around, and asked with a cold face.
"I went there three hours ago. Achuan is also ready."
