His head turned backwards one hundred and eighty degrees, and Bai Xunyun, who landed on all fours, rushed towards Jiufang Shaoyun like a twisted demon beast and ghost.

Jiufang Shaoyun put away the golden scepter, sank his dantian, took a horse step, and swung an old fist at Bai Yunyun who rushed over.

Thinking that the treacherous Bai Yunyun would flexibly avoid it, her face directly hit Jiufang Shaoyun's fist and was knocked out.

Slightly surprised, Jiufang Shaoyun suddenly saw a flower in front of her, and a ghostly figure hiding behind Bai Yunyun suddenly came to her and grabbed her neck.

The black hands that pinched Jiufang Shaoyun's neck were as cold as ice, and the weird and ugly black face of the nightmare instantly became clear in Jiufang Shaoyun's dilated pupils, but then it was blurred by tears.

Jiufang Shaoyun, who was unexpectedly choked by the neck, his whole face was flushed, he couldn't breathe at all, his vision became more and more blurred, and he wanted to resist, but he couldn't use any strength.

Seeing that, her consciousness gradually drifted away, her neck became colder and colder, and she was about to be strangled to death by the nightmare, when suddenly there were exclamations around her.

"What are you doing, let go."

Jiufang Shaoyun felt that someone was pulling her arms hard, and then the force that was holding her neck was gradually weakening, and in a chaotic sound, the hand holding Jiufang Shaoyun's neck finally let go.

Jiufang Shaoyun, who was full of snot and tears, bent down and let out a violent cough, greedily breathing in the fresh air that had been absent for a long time.

"What happened to you just now, why did you choke yourself by the neck?"

A very familiar and somewhat annoying voice sounded above Jiufang Shaoyun's head, and Jiufang Shaoyun, who wiped his face with his sleeve, raised his head and saw Taoist priest Ma Shupu and his fellow disciples, as well as Bai Yunyun, all staring at her with a worried expression.

Was everything just now a dream?

Nightmare has reached this terrifying realm, can it pull people into one dream after another?

Hearing Jiufang Shaoyun's narration, Taoist priest Ma Shupu firmly believed that the nightmare was either hiding in the deserted house or hiding in the dry well.

Because of the heavy yin qi here, the ability of the nightmare has been sublimated, so it can make Jiufang Shaoyun unconsciously and constantly fall into the dream realm.

Jiufang Shaoyun nodded, she had just fallen into a dream completely unconsciously.

She was obviously choked by the nightmare. But in reality, it was she who choked herself.

Nightmare can not only create illusions in dreams, but also affect people's minds, Jiufang Shaoyun is now beginning to suspect that the Taoist priest Ma Shupu and others in front of him are not real, but illusions created by Nightmare.

Taoist priest Ma Shupu saw Jiufang Shaoyun's suspicion and said that they were true, and Jiufang Shaoyun asked how they came here?

"We're not pretending."

Ma Shupu said that they are a well-known and decent family in Taicang Mountain, and if they can't guess the hiding place of a nightmare, it will be regarded as practicing for so many years.

Bai Yunjun has always looked down on Ma Shupu, and she thought that Ma Shupu and the others had a great time with Ma Sanbao's ruffians, and they didn't care about the "small" matter of Wei doing trouble in Yang County.

Ma Shupu, who blushed instantly, said that the people who practiced their cultivation would naturally not be like Ma Sanbao and other mortals, but those scoundrels were too messy and would cause a riot.

And the cultivator has the tolerance of others and understands the righteousness, and he and his fellow disciples and brothers, after a little punishment of those scoundrels, guided them to the right path, which can be regarded as a part of the morality of the rivers and lakes.

Ma Shupu, who said it all over the place, couldn't fool Bai Yunjun, Bai Yunjun said that since he and his fellow brothers had such a great ability, they would leave it to them to get rid of the scourge of nightmare.

When Taoist priest Ma Shupu heard this, he immediately looked at Jiufang Shaoyun, but before he could speak, Bai Yunjun immediately raised his eyebrows and asked Ma Shupu if he wanted the two girls to take the lead, and then they a group of big men shrank and hid behind them, right?

Ma Shupu, who was choked and couldn't breathe, had a red face and didn't say a word for a long time.

He originally planned to let Jiufang Shaoyun take the lead and be a shield, but his little dark and careful thoughts were exposed by Bai Yunyun in public, so it was difficult for him to speak again.

Among Ma Shupu's senior brothers, the youngest and whitest little Taoist priest is called Zuo Quan, who seems to appreciate Bai Xunjun's straightforward and honest temperament, and said to her with a smile: "Girl, don't worry, we will naturally not do that kind of villain thing." No matter what happens for a while, the girl can always hide behind me, and I will protect her safety. ”

Compared with the Taoist priests such as Ma Shupu and Zuo Quan, Bai Yunyun trusted Jiufang Shaoyun's ability more, she approached Jiufang Shaoyun, raised her chin and asked Ma Shupu how she planned to clean up the troubled nightmare next.

Jiufang Shaoyun was also curious about how Ma Shupu and the others planned to get rid of the nightmare, so he saw Ma Shupu take out a stack of yellow talismans from his arms, intending to use the yellow talisman and sword qi to bombard the dry well and force the nightmare out.

"Thought you could do anything?"

Bai felt that Ma Shupu's tricks were a bit unreliable, and he was worried that even if they forced the nightmare out, they might not be able to submit him.

It was pitch black under the dry well of Ma Shupu Yan, and it was inconvenient to perform. And there will definitely be an ambush in the well, and it is not easy to go down rashly, so bombing it is the best plan.

If the nightmare doesn't come out, they will blow up the dry well and bury it underneath once and for all.

If the Nightmare dares to show its head, they will be greeted by a sword qi spell, and they will definitely be able to beat the Nightmare to the ground.

Ma Shupu was full of confidence, and so were Zuo Quan and other fellow disciples, saying that as long as they made a move, the nightmare would not be able to run.

Bai Yunyun pulled Jiufang Shaoyun aside and watched how Ma Shupu and other Taoist priests who were surrounding the dry well cleaned up the nightmare.

Jiufang Shaoyun, who had been looking around suspiciously, was looking for something unusual.

The dreams created by the nightmare are fake, and there must be anomalies, the most common being that the person in the dream is "footless".

Sticking to Jiufang Shaoyun's side, stretching his neck to look at the wellhead from afar, he saw that the lively Bai Yunyun had feet, and the group of Taoist priests Ma Shupu and others who were around the edge of the well and ready also had feet.

After comprehending the realistic dream realm just now, Jiufang Shaoyun knew that this nightmare's ability to create illusionary dreams was extraordinary, enough to confuse the real with the false, making people think that it was in reality.

When Jiufang Shaoyun and the fox searched carefully suspiciously, Ma Shupu and other Taoist priests who surrounded the dry well finally got ready and began to attack ghosts and catch demons.

In an instant, the spell of burning flames shone like a candle above the dry well, and then a roar rang out, shaking the ground.

In the courtyard of the distant house, a dog barking sounded, and many people were woken up and went out of the courtyard to check.

Some curious and bold residents of Yang County cautiously went to the nearby probe to check, and found that a group of Taoist priests were doing around the haunted dry well, and they all turned around and ran away, for fear that a few evil ghosts would suddenly rush out of the well and arrest them.

Taoist priest Ma Shupu and Zuo Quan's brothers bombarded the dry well indiscriminately, and the fire of the spell illuminated the facial features of several people's faces turned into white flowers, and the beard of Ma Shupu, who was sweating profusely, was about to be burned by the firelight, and his eyes kept crying because of the dazzling firelight, but it was not as he wished, and the nightmare suspected of hiding under the well did not appear.