This time the person who appeared was the White Emperor. He stood there quietly without saying or moving.?

Is this an illusion or a real person?

Ning Xuemo was a little uncertain, so he tried to walk closer: "God, how are your injuries?"

The man was still standing there, like an ice sculpture, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a cold chill.

Ning Xuemo suddenly felt a chill in his heart!

This is not a great god! The great god is not so cold to her now! He is the substitute!

Ning Xuemo then took a two-step back: "You are... that substitute? What are you doing when you come in? I know you don't want me to be a master of Emperor, but since you and I have made a bet, even if you are the substitute of Emperor, you should keep your word, instead of making secret tricks behind your back and plotting against me as a newcomer..."

She said a lot of rebukes, and the man was still standing there, his black eyes fell on her, cold as ice, as if Xue Mo was just a stranger to him.

I don’t know why, but when Ning Xuemo saw his eyes like this, he felt a slight smuggled in his heart!

If she had felt a little pain in her heart when she saw Xue Yilan so embarrassed, she would have felt ten times more painful when she saw such an emperor at this moment!

Pain, sour, helpless, sad... all kinds of negative emotions came overwhelmed and flooded her.

Her nose felt sore, and her mind suddenly became confused. She couldn't help but walk closer to him two steps and stretched out her hand: "You... have you ignored me?"

A chill like ice suddenly enveloped her, Ning Xuemo's eyes turned black, and her body slipped softly...

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

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

And after an hour, even if she rushed out immediately, she would have lost!

But with this girl's mind, she should not be fascinated by illusions. She seemed to be in an illusion just now...

What would the illusion she saw?

The man in white was a little curious. He stretched out his fingers as if he was about to point Ning Xuemo's eyebrows, but stopped halfway and slowly lowered his sleeves.

Forget it! No matter what she sees, it has nothing to do with him or the Emperor.

As long as she loses this time, she can no longer be respected as her master. Then his purpose has been achieved, so there is no need to meddle in other people's business.

He glanced at Ning Xuemo on the ground again, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Leaving Ning Xuemo alone on the cold ground, he remained motionless.

...

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

There were tens of thousands of people fighting on the battlefield, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and wolf smoke rolling. The flashes of various magic weapons often split the human body and harvesting life...

She had no reason to recognize that the people wearing all kinds of black clothes were people among the demons, and the people fighting against them should be people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

The sound of shouting, the collision of weapons, the screams... filled people's eardrums, and the scene of the corpse everywhere makes people want to vomit!

Then, Ning Xuemo saw a black sedan chair surrounded by the demons behind the Demon Cult.

In the sedan chair, there was a man in red with picturesque eyebrows. There was a guqin standing on his knees, and beside him, a girl in red with black hair covering her forehead was sitting.

Ning Xuemo couldn't help but feel moved!

This man and woman are actually Xue Yilan and Xue Yimo!

Xue Yimo's little face didn't have much expression. She looked up at the battlefield outside the sedan chair, and there was indescribable boredom on her pretty face.
Chapter completed!