The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

At this time, Li Qing had quietly arrived outside his room.

Quietly waiting for him to fall asleep.

The time was about right, and Li Qing quietly performed the "Dream Entering Technique".

A trace of hazy power quietly connected to Wang Qianqiu's head.

The hazy power pulled him into the dreamland.

In the dream, the scene quietly returned to the dark street.

Wang Qianqiu suddenly woke up. At this time, he was holding a weapon, hiding in the fog, and quietly advancing on the street.

He didn't seem to realize that he was dreaming, and just walked along the street sluggishly.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the sky.

Wang Qianqiu jumped in the direction of the sound, and jumped onto the rafter in a flash.

His eyes fell on the courtyard, a wailing head on the ground, and a monster that was devouring the body.

At this time, his eyes were unconsciously attracted to the head held in the monster's left hand.

The head smiled strangely, seeming very happy.

A clear face came into his eyes, and instinctively, an idea arose in his mind.

"Is this? What a monster looks like? What it looks like when it's pretending to be a human?"

Just when Wang Qianqiu was pleasantly surprised, everything in front of him suddenly collapsed.

boom

A sharp pain came from under his buttocks, and Wang Qianqiu woke up suddenly.

Only then did he realize that he was at home and seemed to be dreaming just now.

Wang Qianqiu frowned, "Did I dream just now?"

"The picture in the dream is so clear. By the way, that face is the biggest clue."

"The dream reminded me of that image."

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and walked outside.

The streets were crowded with people, and it was already morning.

The excited Wang Qianqiu did not notice that although these people on the street had various expressions on their faces, their eyes were extremely dull.

Wang Qianqiu wanted to go to the Demon Slaying Temple as soon as possible. He wanted to find a painter to draw the man while his memory was still clear.

But he didn't notice at all that he seemed to be pulled by some kind of force. He was twisting and turning along the street and passed by Fang Yaoguang's house.

Just when he was about to arrive in front of Fang Yaoguang's house, he suddenly stopped.

My eyes saw a silhouette walking out of Fang Yaoguang's house.

This figure was clearly the monster he saw last night.

At this time, this man was saying goodbye to Fang Yaoguang, talking and laughing, and then left here.

Fang Yaoguang turned around and returned to his yard, while Wang Qianqiu quietly disappeared into the shadows beside him.

He cast a spell to hide himself.

He quietly walked into Fang Yaoguang's yard and observed Fang Yaoguang.

Fang Yaoguang also experienced strange changes at this time.

He came to a chicken coop in the yard, suddenly raised his head, and countless strange tentacles appeared from his neck, and instantly grabbed the old hen in the chicken coop.

"Kekeke..."

As the old hen screamed in terror, countless tentacles wrapped it around its neck, and a strange clicking sound came from its neck.

That was the sound of flesh and bones being chewed to pieces.

The cruel and strange scene made Wang Qianqiu's complexion change drastically.

"There's not just one monster, but two?"

At this moment, the monster suddenly turned around and saw him. He held Fang Yaoguang's head in his hand, with a strange and ferocious smile on his face.

"You saw it!" A cold voice sounded.

Wang Qianqiu's pupils shrank and his whole body became cold.

The strange monster came towards him, grabbing his body with one hand and his head with the other.

Wang Qianqiu found that his whole body was numb and he could not move at all.

He felt that his neck was extremely itchy, and the itching almost drove him crazy.

Poof

Suddenly, his neck stopped itching because his neck had been separated from his body, but strangely, not a drop of blood flowed out.

Wang Qianqiu's face was horrified, looking at the body separated from his head, his eyes filled with despair.

Darkness came over him and he let out a desperate roar.

"No."

…

boom.

Wang Qianqiu felt a sharp pain in his butt, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Huhu..."

He was panting violently, his eyes full of fear.

The sudden nightmare made him break into a cold sweat.

He lowered his head and touched his body, looked at his intact hands, and let out a heavy breath.

"It's a dream. It turns out it was all a dream just now."

"Xinhao is a dream."

At this time, the outside world was still dark, and it seemed to be still late at night.

He stood up, sat at the table, picked up a glass of water and drank it in one gulp.

The tension in my heart calmed down slightly at this time.

There was a trace of thought on his face, "What on earth is going on? Why do I have such a dream?"

"It's so real."

"Is this a precognitive dream?"

"Induction from heaven and man, on a whim?"

Wang Qianqiu was a monk after all, and he soon realized that something was wrong with his dream.

But he didn't think that someone was guiding him on this path. Instead, he thought that something like a telepathic reaction had happened to him.

This kind of thing has happened many times in the history of various orthodox traditions.

Most of them are matters related to their own lives, and they feel danger in some way.

Wang Qianqiu attached great importance to this dream and took a deep breath.

He stood up slowly, with a gloomy expression on his face, quickly put on his armor, picked up his weapon, and quietly left his home.

It was still dark at this time, and he probably slept for less than an hour.

Li Qing has quietly returned to Jixia Academy, and only sent shadow paper figures to follow him.

Wang Qianqiu followed the path in his memory and soon arrived at the area where Fang Yaoguang was.

He carefully compared the various buildings he saw in his memory, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became.

Although one is during the day and the other is at night, many landmark buildings are very clear.

For example, there is a Yuelai Inn across the street from Fang Yaoguang's house. This inn is exactly the same as the one in his dream.

He didn't know that these buildings in the dream were specially exerted by Li Qing, and they were deeply reflected in his heart.

Wang Qianqiu soon arrived not far from Fang Yaoguang's house.

He cast a spell on himself, completely hiding himself.

Like a mist, it quietly drifted into Wang Qianqiu's courtyard.

He carefully observed that the lights were still on in Fang Yaoguang's room at this time.

Wang Tianqiu did not approach rashly, but he remembered what he had experienced in the dream.

He just came to check it out.

…

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Qianqiu had been squatting here for two days.

He observes Fang Yaoguang every day. All his actions are very decent and he can't see any problems.

He was already shaken in his heart, "Isn't it him?"

"But I have never met this person, but his true face appears in my dream. This is definitely not normal."