Sang Ying was very sure that his memory was definitely true, so the people in front of her were probably fake.

So this is the world in the mirror of the inner demon, that is, her inner demon?

After realizing that the world in front of her was false, the scene of her before her coma suddenly popped up in Sang Ying's mind. Even though the incident before her coma happened too suddenly, Sang Ying could see the dark water mirror clearly.

Is there any other mirror in that secret room besides a magic mirror?

I just don’t know why the person behind me kindly made her into the mirror of her heart. Does the other party know her plan to become a god?

Sang Ying's heart thumped, but she didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

She subconsciously flipped through her storage bag and found that most of the things she had stored in the storage bag were gone, leaving only a Dragon Abyss Sword.

Without hesitation, Sang Ying took out the Longyuan Sword and walked towards the three people who were sitting not far away talking.

The "Sang Zheng" constructed by the inner demon mirror is what Sang Ying originally looked like in her memory. When he saw his daughter suddenly appear, he waved to Sang Ying happily: "Why did your child suddenly come from Jiangxue Peak? Didn't Gu Jianzhu say that you have not learned enough sword skills and should keep you and teach it? But it's okay. You came back when you come back, just let your uncle see you. We may have not talked to you for a long time."

"Sang Zheng" seemed very happy about his daughter's return. He also pointed to the sect leader sitting opposite him, his attitude as close as he was at the beginning, as if this person had never harmed him and his Taoist couple, nor had he attacked his daughter.

But soon, "Sang Zheng"'s smile stiffened on his face. He looked down and saw that the Longyuan sword had all fallen into his chest.

Sang Ying pulled out the sword with a chill on her face, and the warm blood splattered on her face, causing the other two to exclaim.

Especially "Wen Miaoshu" screamed out on the spot: "Are you crazy Sang Ying? You killed your father!"

After "Wen Miaoshu" rushed towards her, Sang Ying waved her sword again and cut off the figure in front of her.

After "Wen Miaoshu" died, the scene in Sang Ying's eyes changed instantly. The original meeting between relatives and friends under the tree turned into nothingness. The sect leader, elders from each peak, Gu Huaiwei... familiar faces kept coming to her, but they suddenly floated to Sang Ying like ghosts.

Sang Ying was not afraid. Each of these things that dared to stand in front of her was split open by her sword and scattered into a cloud of fog.

These countless figures were split by Sang Ying until "Gu Huaiwei" reappeared in front of her.

"Gu Huaiwei" tilted his head, and he floated in the void, looking at Sang Ying with confusion: "Do you don't like this world? I gave your best master, your parents who have never experienced betrayal and hurt, and your favorite sect. Isn't this place good? Why did you ruin all this?"

Sang Ying was waiting for him: "This is not the real world. Although I have regretted my experience in the first half of my life, I care more about the imperfect reality than these false things."

After saying this, she raised the sword in her hand again and pierced "Gu Huaiwei" hard.

But this false shadow did not disappear as easily as before, but slowly dissipated.

As the false Gu Huaiwei disappeared, the space in front of Sang Ying slowly collapsed. She felt inexplicably tired and her eyelids gradually became heavier.

So, has she survived the test of the inner demon mirror so simple?

Sang Ying thought so before closing her eyes completely.

But she was still too happy. When Sang Ying opened her eyes again, she found that she was tied up by someone, and there were black people standing around, many of them were familiar faces of Sang Ying.

The sect leader and Gu Huaiwei, who had been dead for many years, were sitting on the chair opposite her, throwing disgusting and contemptuous eyes at her.

So, is this another illusion?

Sang Ying calmed down and wanted to see how these false phantoms should continue to perform the play.

"Sect Master, Master Gu Jian, I had already given me face last time, but the disciples of the sect didn't know whether it was good or bad. This time I'm afraid I can't be good." The young and handsome monk stood in front of everyone, with a fearful aura.

Sang Ying turned her head and looked over. It was obviously a face that made her unfamiliar, but Sang Ying inexplicably felt that she seemed to know each other.

The man also noticed Sang Ying's gaze, and when he glanced at him, his eyes were full of disgust.

The sect leader pursed his lips tightly, his expression was very ugly: "Young Master Zhou, Sang Ying did something wrong this time. Don't worry, I will definitely punish her severely in the future and lock her up in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain. I will not be allowed to come out for a hundred years..."

"This is probably not enough." The male cultivator named Zhou interrupted the sect leader without hesitation, "She wants to suck Yun's life! I will never spare you this time."

Fuyun?

Sang Ying hadn't heard this name for a long time. She subconsciously swept the appearance of the people present one by one, and indeed found Su Fuyun with red eyes in the crowd.

The other party still had the gentle and lovely appearance in his memory, and he could not see the hideousness she was when she was killed by herself.

So does this illusion continue the dream of being betrayed by Sang Ying?

Sang Ying sat up from the ground little by little. She wanted to try to break the rope that tied her hands and feet, but this thing was obviously also a magic weapon and was not so easy to untie.

She was still working hard for her freedom, and the other side "Gu Huaiwei" also spoke: "What do you want?"

The monk sneered and replied: "Of course I want Sang Ying to apologize to Fuyun and to apologize for her life!"

As soon as the monk named Zhou finished speaking, the rope that Sang Ying tied Sang Ying's hands was completely broken away by her. After all, it was a body tempered by the Misty Spring, and it was not easily tied by these magical instruments.

Sang Ying did not give everyone present a chance to react, and the Longyuan Sword was unsheathed again.

She didn't care who was in front of her, nor what was in this illusion. Sang Ying just held her own sword and cut off the people in front of her one by one.

The monk surnamed Zhou whom he didn't know died, and the sect leader who sat on the chair was also dead.

The false Su Fuyun also screamed and warned her: "If you kill me, your master will definitely not let you go!"

Sang Ying gave her a sword in silence. She was not afraid of Gu Huaiwei in reality. Are she still afraid of this fake one?

The illusion was completely disrupted by her, and even the beast god in the dream who could pull her spiritual roots fell under Sang Ying's sword.

When no one stood around, Sang Ying's whole body was stained with blood.

"Don't you like this world either?" The false Gu Huaiwei fell to Sang Ying at some point, "What kind of world do you like and are willing to stay?"

Sang Ying held the sword and pointed it at the phantom: "I will never like the false world."

He sighed helplessly, and then said, "Okay, since you accept my favor, I can only leave you in another way."

"Gu Huaiwei" raised his arms, and the picture in front of Sang Ying changed again.

The sky suddenly fell under her feet, causing her to fall into an invisible abyss. The Long Abyss sword in her hand was strongly taken away by some force. When Sang Ying stood up and wanted to take back the sword, countless pairs of pale hands grabbed her and pulled her into the abyss completely.

"Since you don't want to stay in the dream I built for you, then sink into endless hell." I hope that at that time, you won't regret the choice you just made.


Chapter completed!