Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 807 Looks like I've Been in an Illusion

This time it was the emperor in white who appeared, and he stood there quietly without speaking or moving.

Is this an illusion or a real person?

Ning Xuemo was a little uncertain, and took two steps closer tentatively: "Master, how is your injury?"

The man was still standing there, like an ice sculpture, with a cold chill all over his body.

Ning Xuemo felt a sudden chill in her heart!
This is not a great god!God won't be so cold to her now!He's that stand-in!

Ning Xuemo took two steps back suddenly: "Are you... that substitute? What are you doing here? I know you don't want me to worship Emperor Zun as a teacher, but since you and I have made a bet, you can be regarded as Emperor Zun's substitute You should keep your word, instead of plotting against me, a newcomer, behind my back..."

She said a lot of reprimanding words, but the man still stood there, his black eyes fell on her lightly, as indifferent as ice, as if Xue Mo was just a stranger to him.

I don't know why, seeing his eyes like this, Ning Xuemo's heart twisted!
If she had felt some pain when she saw Xue Yilan in such a mess just now, seeing such Emperor Zun now, her pain would be ten times heavier!
Pain, sourness, helplessness, sadness... All kinds of negative emotions flooded her, drowning her whole body.

She had a sore nose and a sudden confusion in her mind. She couldn't help but took two steps closer to him, and stretched out her hand to him: "You...are you ignoring me?"

A chill like ice and snow suddenly enveloped her, Ning Xuemo's eyes went dark, and her body slipped softly...

The man in white stood beside her for a moment, then raised his hand to look at his palm, and lowered his eyes slightly.

His move would not kill her, but it was enough to make her sleep for an hour.

And after an hour, even if she rushed out immediately, she would still lose!
It's just that with this girl's mind, she shouldn't be fascinated by the illusion, just now she seemed to be under the illusion...

What would her vision be?
The man in white was a little curious. He stretched out his fingers as if to touch Ning Xuemo's eyebrows, but stopped halfway, and slowly lowered his sleeves.

never mind!No matter what she sees, it has nothing to do with him, and it has nothing to do with Emperor Zun.

As long as she loses this time, she can no longer worship Emperor Zun as her teacher, then his goal has been achieved, so there is no need to meddle in other people's business.

He glanced at Ning Xuemo who was on the ground again, his figure flickered and disappeared.

Leaving Ning Xuemo lying alone on the cold ground, motionless.

……

Ning Xuemo suddenly discovered that she was actually on a battlefield.

There are tens of thousands of people fighting on the battlefield, flesh and blood are flying everywhere, smoke is billowing, and the flashes of various magic weapons are splitting the human body from time to time, harvesting life...

For no reason, she recognized that the people wearing all kinds of black clothes were members of the Demon Race, and the people who fought against them should be people from the Cultivation Sect.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of weapons colliding, screams... filled people's eardrums, and the scene of corpses strewn all over the field made people want to vomit!
Then, Ning Xuemo saw a jet-black sedan chair surrounded by demons at the rear of the Demon Cult.

In the sedan chair was a man in red with picturesque features, with a Guqin lying across his lap, and beside him was a girl in red with blue silk covering her forehead.

Ning Xuemo's heart skipped a beat!
This man and woman are actually Xue Yilan and Xue Yimo!
There was not much expression on Xue Yimo's small face, she looked up at the battlefield outside the sedan chair, with an indescribable boredom on her pretty face.

(End of this chapter)