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

Is this an illusion or a real person?

Ning Xuemo was a little unsure, and then tentatively took two steps closer: "Great God, how is your injury?" ”

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

Ning Xuemo's heart suddenly felt cold!

This is not a great god! The great god won't be so cold to her now! He's the stand-in!

Ning Xuemo suddenly took two steps back: "Are you ...... Isn't that a stand-in? What do you come in for? I know you don't want me to worship Emperor Zun as a teacher, but since you and I have made a bet, even if you are Emperor Zun's stand-in, you should talk and talk, instead of making a trick behind your back to plot against me, a newcomer......"

She said a bunch of reprimanding words, and the person was still standing there, a pair of black eyes fell lightly on her, indifferent as ice, as if Xue Mo was just a stranger to him.

I don't know why, seeing him like this, Ning Xuemo's heart was actually twisted!

If she had some pain in her heart when she saw Xue Yilan so embarrassed just now, when she saw such an emperor at this moment, her pain was actually ten times heavier!

Pain, soreness, helplessness, sadness...... All kinds of negative emotions came overwhelmingly, drowning her whole person.

Her nose was sour, and her mind suddenly became confused, and she couldn't help but take 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 darkened, 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 wouldn't kill her, but it would be enough to make her sleep for an hour.

And an hour later, even if she rushes out immediately, she will lose!

It's just that with this girl's mind, she shouldn't be fascinated by illusions, she seems to have been hit by illusions just now......

What would be the vision she sees?

The man in white had a hint of curiosity, he stretched out his finger as if to point at Ning Xuemo's eyebrows, but stopped halfway through and slowly lowered his sleeves.

Never mind! No matter what she saw, it had nothing to do with him, and it had nothing to do with Emperor Zun.

As long as she loses this time, she can't worship the emperor as a teacher anymore, then his goal has been achieved, and there is no need to meddle in things.

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

Liuning Xue Mo lay alone on the cold ground, motionless.

……

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

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

She recognized for no reason that the people wearing all kinds of black clothes were people from the demon clan, and it should be people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect who fought against them.

Shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons, screams...... Filled with people's eardrums, the scene of corpses everywhere made people want to vomit!

Then, Ning Xuemo saw the heavy crowd of demons behind the Demon Sect, and there was a black sedan chair.

In the palanquin was a man in red with picturesque eyebrows, a guqin on his lap, and beside him, a girl in red with a blue silk forehead sitting.

Ning Xuemo's heart couldn't help but move!

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

Xue Yimo's little face didn't have much expression, she raised her eyes to look at the battlefield outside the sedan chair, and there was indescribable boredom on her pretty face.

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