"???"

Is the fantasy not over yet?

Starting over?

This was the first thought in Wang Mu's mind.

However, recalling the scene in the inner demon world...wait a minute, why can't I remember some of the scenes?

Wang Mu's mind froze, as if he had woken up from a dream.

Many scenes have been forgotten...

There is also this inner demon fantasy, right?

Delete afterwards?

What kind of inner demon are you...

In fact, looking back now, from the perspective of a sage or a bystander, there are many problems in the inner demon world.

For example, Yan Qingwu's posture is quite different from what I know now.

There are also Nan Rong Biyou and Mu Hongyuan, they are quite different from the real ones.

In the fantasy world of inner demons, they don't look like they are now in the fairyland after thousands of years, but like them in the game, and like what Wang Mu expected...

So when experiencing it, Wang Mu was immersed in it.

When people experience beautiful things, they are always unwilling to wake up. Even if you feel there is something wrong, you will not think deeply about it and just want to indulge yourself in these beautiful things.

And everyone's inner demons develop from what they want most.

To put it simply... the development in the dream is what Wang Mu hopes for in his heart... so that he will be addicted to it and unable to extricate himself.

"At the last critical moment, when Yan Qingwu was slashing at him, it was also the inner demons that were slashing at him. If he had killed her, and he hadn't reacted in time, he probably wouldn't have been able to break through the foundation..."

Wang Mu muttered.

Looking at the figure in the distance, Wang Mu tried hard to recall the journey in the inner demon world, but found that he could only remember the sword that struck him at the end...

What's wrong with this demonic illusion? Why only leave this deep impression?

Wang Mu made up his mind, walked over and said, "Elder Yan?"

The virtual shadow is not too solid, it is like an external shadow.

"Have you established a foundation?"

Elder Yan stared at Wang Mu with cold eyes, as if there was a sword in his eyes.

Wang Mu felt a little frightened by the sight.

It's impossible. She still knows about the situation in my inner demon world, right?

impossible!

"Um…"

Wang Mu nodded.

"I just discovered that your soul is very unstable..." Yan Qingwu's voice was still cold. After saying this, she paused, "But what inner demons did you encounter when you broke through?"

"No...no." Wang Mu said immediately, "It's just very common..."

At this time, I couldn't even admit what I had just experienced in my heart.

"Your Taoist heart is not strong." Yan Qingwu looked at Wang Mu and said bluntly.

"..." Wang Mu.

Hey hey hey, don’t be so sure!

Anyway, I finally came to my senses.

My Taoist heart is not strong, and in the illusion of inner demons, you all come at me one by one. How can I, a little Foundation Establishment Realm monk, withstand it?

I am not a master who has been practicing for thousands of years...

Not to mention Yan Qingwu.

For someone like Mu Hongyuan, if she really wanted to do some magic or something, let alone Wang Mu, any of your tribulation-transcending monks would have to send it directly.

Isn't it because my demonic illusion is so strong because you women are too strong...

Wang Mu helplessly shook his head.

The hard power lies here, there is nothing we can do about it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't focus on practicing and thinking about getting stronger quickly.

For example, Wang Mu boasts that he will not have any problems with the charms performed by other witches of Fengyue Sect, even if they are from Jindan Yuanying.

This time in the inner demon illusion of the Foundation Establishment Realm, Wang Mu felt that it would be really hard for him if he didn't have the Supreme Spirit Body and the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Pill.

I'm afraid that I may not be able to fully notice it at the last moment, and then break it immediately.

At this time, the Qingshuang Sword flew out from the phantom, and a small figure rushed towards Wang Mu.

"Wow, actually you did a pretty good job."

That is the sword spirit of Qingshuang Sword.

The smaller Yan Qingwu looked like, her crystal-like eyes fell on Wang Mu and rubbed her.

"..." Wang Mu.

"..." Yan Qingwu.

"Come back!" Yan Qingwu shouted with some subtle emotions.

"No, I don't want..." Sword Spirit hid behind Wang Mu, "I want to be with him... I don't want to practice with my master anymore..."

"..." Wang Mu.

What's going on with this little sword spirit?

Wang Mu touched the little sword spirit's head.

It feels like a ball of cotton and feels pretty good.

Yan Qingwu's eyes were slightly startled, and the shadow seemed to fluctuate a bit.

"Go back, go back to your master." Wang Mu said with a smile, "My practice time is still short, I have too many distracting thoughts in my mind, and my Taoist heart is indeed not firm."

"don't want…"

"How can that be done?" Wang Mu looked at the little sword spirit and said, "You have to work hard to practice. You are a little sword spirit, and swordsmanship is your pursuit. In the future, you have to help your master..."

"Well..." The little sword spirit seemed to be in a dilemma, pressing against Wang Mu and hugging him tightly, "Don't... I want to be with you..."

"Then you don't like swords?" Wang Mu felt that this little sword spirit was too kind to him.

Probably because he used his own blood to repair it.

"like…"

Seeing the little sword spirit like this, Wang Mu couldn't help but think of himself in the inner demon's illusion, and couldn't help but say:

"So, you don't want to give up the sword either, right?"

The little sword spirit shook his head.

"That's it..." Wang Mu picked up this little sword spirit, which was less than one meter tall. "In my heart, you are the majestic Qingshuang Sword Spirit. You were the one who could shine in Jiuzhou with one sword before. That is the most important thing about you."

s things…"

"..." Yan Qingwu.

"Then...I want to follow you...and practice..." The little sword spirit hesitated and revealed half of its head from behind Wang Mu.

"That won't work." Wang Mu said helplessly, "I'm too weak now, I can't even lift you up. You should practice with your master..."

What can you practice with me?

After practicing for a few months, I am afraid that I will turn from a divine sword spirit to a little fool...

The little sword spirit stopped talking.

"So..." Wang Mu thought for a moment, "When I become a swordsman like your master in the future, if your master agrees, then we can practice together?"

"Really?" Little Sword Spirit's eyes lit up.

"Really." Wang Mu nodded.

"Then you hook up with me." The little sword spirit stretched out his hand very childishly.

Wang Mu thought to himself, this little guy is still a bit similar to Yan Qingwu in the game. There is also a small plot with Yan Qingwu in the game.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It was on the eve of the decisive battle.

Yan Qingwu was worried that something might happen and was a little worried, so she had this plot while talking to the protagonist at night.

It also reveals the childish side of this chivalrous heroine who occasionally makes fools out of worry about her sweetheart.
To be continued...