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In the evil god's space.

Sang Feiwan saw that the black fog around her was getting thicker and thicker. She shouted loudly to the red bean bell:

"Bei Ming, I will handle my own affairs, there is no need for you to interfere!"

But this time, there was no response.

"Bei Ming, did you hear me? We just met by chance, you really don't have to meddle in my affairs."

Still no response.

There was no response, and Sang Feiwan was relieved. This also meant that Yu Beiming had cut off contact with her.

——Since Bei Ming can’t find me, he won’t take the risk for me, right?

Recovering his mind, Sang Feiwan continued to call upon the spiritual power of the red bean bell to repair his exhausted dantian.

The evil god's arrogant voice came out of the black fog again: "Sang Feiwan, stop struggling. Even if you recover to your best condition, there is no way to get out of here! You are destined to die here and never be reborn!"

"Sang Feiwan, let me see what your desires and fears are. Stop struggling in vain. I can see through everything about you here! I am the god here!"

Sang Feiwan ignored it, just held his breath and focused, keeping his mind focused.

"Sang Feiwan, Sang Feiwan!" The evil god's voice whistled in his ears with a sharp wind.

"Does being free of desires and demands really mean what you want? If you really have no desires and demands, why did you come to this world? Why did you fail to ascend? It's because deep down in your heart, there is someone you can't let go of!"

"Break up on love? Hahaha... Sang Feiwan, can you really break up?"

"Your sect is currently under siege by the enemy. Your senior sister is struggling, she is calling for you, waiting for you to come and save her!"

Sang Feiwan frowned slightly and recited the Heart Purification Mantra over and over in his mind, telling himself over and over again that this was a trap set by the evil god and he must not be fooled.

"This is not a trap. This is something that really happened. Your sister lost an arm in order to protect the sect, and her realm has plummeted since then. Why did she lose her arm? Why did her realm plummet?"

"And your master, have you really forgotten how he died?"

Sang Feiwan is still concentrating on consolidating his cultivation.

At this moment, a familiar voice came to my ears: "Wanwan, where are you? Wanwan, Sang Feiwan!"

It’s senior sister’s voice!

Sang Feiwan suddenly opened his eyes and saw Fairy Feiying, the senior sister, being besieged by the enemy. Suddenly, a flaw appeared on her right side...

"Sister, be careful!"

The next moment, the knife flashed, blood gushed out, the severed right arm flew high, and then fell to the ground, covered in blood.

But this blood-stained severed hand once held Sang Feiwan's hand and taught her to write stroke by stroke.

Sang Feiwan's breathing was slightly disordered. She quickly chanted a heart-clearing spell and murmured, "Illusions, they are all illusions! Evil God, you just stole my memory and created these illusions in order to disturb my state of mind."

The next moment, a clear dragon roar was heard from mid-air.

When Sang Feiwan looked up, he saw a giant black dragon flying down from the sky.

There was a person standing on the tall and ferocious dragon head.

The man was tall, wearing black armor, and had a murderous aura. He wore a silver mask on his face, so his true appearance could not be seen. Only his thin lips under the mask were slightly hooked into a cruel sneer.

His gauntleted hands were forming seals, activating the formation below, sucking away the cultivation of those within the formation bit by bit.

"Kill that man and you can break the formation!"

Fairy Feiying endured the pain of broken arm and shouted loudly.

So the elite disciples of Tiangui Sect flew into the sky one by one, trying to kill the man who rode the black dragon.

But before they could get close, they were caught up and killed by the enemies below.

It was a truly tragic scene, with blood raining down and corpses falling one after another.

Many years later, when the war was mentioned again, Feiying just brushed it off with a few words and said to Sang Feiwan:

"It's not your fault that you didn't come back in time. You didn't know. Besides, even Master died in the battle. You would be sending yourself to die if you come back. Instead of blaming yourself, you should protect the sect well."

Later, whenever he thought of this, Sang Feiwan regretted that he had been too playful when he was young and had not been able to rescue his master in time when he was in trouble.

She had always thought that she had entered the ruthless path because of self-blame. After her cultivation level increased greatly, she devoted herself to guarding her master's sect for a hundred years, never leaving his side.

"It's an illusion, all an illusion!" Sang Feiwan chanted the Heart Purification Mantra over and over again.

But even though she had closed her eyes, she could still hear the sounds of killing and wailing, as well as her senior sister calling out over and over again: "Wanwan, Sang Feiwan! Sang Feiwan!"

Sang Feiwan was trembling all over. She didn't dare to open her eyes, fearing that she would lose control of her composure if she looked at him for just a second longer.

However, at this moment, the voice of the senior sister came to my ears again: "Wanwan, you are finally back! Wanwan, be careful of the masked man!"

Sang Feiwan could not help but open his eyes, and saw a female figure appearing in the distant sky. She was standing on a flying sword, with her clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending to the earth.

That is... Sang Feiwan!

The Sang Feiwan of that year is back. It turns out that she rushed back during the war that year!

Sang Feiwan, who was riding on a sword, had just gotten a little closer when he used a powerful move to chop down the man on the black dragon.

Sensing danger, the man was about to fight back, but when he saw who was coming, he was startled.

Just as he hesitated, the mask on his face was split in half by the sword energy, revealing an extremely familiar face.

Yu Beiming!

Sang Feiwan, who came riding on a sword, was shocked.

Sang Feiwan, who was in the same situation, was also shocked.

At the same time, Yu Beiming from the real world has stepped into Xiaobai's dream world.

The scene of the dream world is still on the moon, with the cold light and the towering Moon Palace.

In the dream, Xiaobai flew out from the Moon Palace and landed next to Yu Beiming.

Yu Beiming asked: "How do we connect to Wanwan's space now?"

"I have a way! Everything is possible in the dream world, and of course it can also connect to the space created by the evil god."

As Xiaobai spoke, he raised his hand and drew a circle in the air. After a flash of light, a dark and blurry picture appeared on the screen, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Xiao Bai said in a deep voice: "I can sense that the space inside is very strange. Brother Bei Ming, I can't go in with you, otherwise my dream will collapse and my consciousness will have to wake up. After you go in, the evil god will definitely be aware of your existence and cut off the connection between dreams and reality. Therefore, you are likely to be trapped in there as well."

Yu Beiming said with a firm gaze: "Even if it is Shura Hell in there, I won't let her face it alone."

After saying that, he flashed and flew in without any hesitation.

The next moment, the circular connection port disappeared.

Xiao Bai sighed worriedly: "The evil god has discovered it."

She remembered that it was the same when her sister, the Moon Goddess, left a thousand years ago. She knew that it was hard to predict when she would return, but she still resolutely stepped into the world.

The scenes in the dream world also changed as her thoughts changed, and a scene appeared a thousand years ago when the Moon Goddess was reincarnated and the immortals worshipped the moon.

Xiaobai looked at those familiar figures and couldn't help but call out their names: "Sister Mudan, Sister Su, Sister Qing..."

She looked at the dark sky in the distance and murmured softly: "I wonder if my sisters are okay now? I found Sister Yueshen, can you see it? It's a pity that my sister is in danger now, and I don't know if Brother Beiming can save her..."

At this moment, in the dream scene, the Moon God from a thousand years ago turned into a ray of golden light and flew towards the distant mortal world.

In the dark universe, the stars sparkled. One of the stars suddenly shook, and then a stream of light fell, following the trajectory of the Moon Goddess, and fell into the mortal world forever.

Xiao Bai's eyes suddenly widened: "That's... Si Chen Xingjun, He has also come down to earth!"

She had never seen Sichen Star Lord, but had only heard of His name.

In the past, in the Moon Palace, during the long silent years, Xiaobai often spent his boring time counting stars.

The other stars looked cold, lifeless and boring.

But every time she counted Venus, the brightest star in the night sky would always twinkle at her, as if greeting her gently.