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As for Yan Fengwu, she took advantage of the chaos to enter the Beast King's palace. However, she could only see that it was damp and gloomy inside, and the cold air was pressing on her.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a charming laugh. A burst of colorful illusions covered his head and he felt confused. He could only feel a gaze that was like a sharp blade drilling into his brain.

"Idiot, what's wrong with you?" This voice was as cold as ice, but it caused Yan Fengwu's heart to grow warm.

"Little sister Leng Yue, is that you?" Yan Fengwu thought that he had passed through the gate of consciousness and directly communicated with Yan Lengyue's consciousness.

"Little sister Leng Yue?" Didn't you already start calling me Sister Yue? Why did it come back? Do you feel alienated from Sister Yue? " Even though her voice was cold, her words were filled with an intoxicating gentleness.

Yan Fengwu felt a bit dizzy, as if she had gone insane. "Hah, Sister Yue, how are you doing?" How are you doing? "

"Heh, as expected, you still favor your 'Sister Yue'!" Yan Fengwu didn't wait for his response, but instead heard a familiar voice filled with disappointment.

"Little Meng? How could you? " Yan Fengwu was startled. Then, he thought for a moment, "That's right. Little Meng is using little sister Leng Yue's body. Then, she will naturally know where little sister Leng Yue's consciousness is and who she is talking to."

Thinking of this, Yan Fengwu suddenly felt something move in her heart, and she thought to herself, "No, that's not right. How could I return to Little Meng's mind? I shouldn't, right?" Strange, where should I be? "How come I can't remember anything at all?"

It turned out that the "Butterfly Demon", Illusory Wings, was originally a female cultivator from the Dao Lord Sect. Because she was in love with her sect, she considered herself a senior.

One day, the "butterfly monster", Illusory Wings, could not help but have feelings for this senior, and told him her thoughts, but he did not expect this senior to be afraid that she would pester him into unnecessary trouble, so he insisted that she harbored lustful desires, and that her dao heart was impure, wanting to destroy her Tao technique and drive her out of the "Dao Sect".

It was because when she was imprisoned, one of the disciples guarding her had seen her beauty, her pitiful background, and had revealed a trace of sympathy. This was because when he had locked her up, a disciple had seen her beauty, her pitiful background, and had revealed a bit of sympathy.

The disciple had already thought of something, but he was still afraid of the sect's strict laws, so he was still hesitating.

How could she let go? She also said that if she died in the hands of a human, she could be considered lucky. If she met a demon beast, she was afraid that she would not be the food they were talking about.

The disciple was finally persuaded by her and released her.

However, she never thought that she would harbor such hatred towards that elder. She did not leave the Dao Lord Sect and instead hid in the darkness. When night fell, she would sneak into that elder's room to assassinate him.

He didn't expect that the elder, who was meditating and cultivating, would notice something amiss and immediately give himself a divination. He predicted that she would come to assassinate him and had already set up an ambush to capture her.

The sound of the battle alarmed the man who had let her go. The man was young and hot-blooded, eager and righteous, thinking that a good person should be allowed to go to the end, and he had initially intended to let her escape. Seeing that she was in danger, he could not ignore her, risking his future prospects in order to save her.

After a fierce battle, she was finally able to escape. At that time, Huan Yi had experienced a setback in his emotions, and he had also focused on his feelings. Seeing that this man, who he did not normally have any close friends with, had sacrificed himself for her, he felt gratitude and admiration for the man in his heart, and expressed his willingness to live with him for the rest of his life.

He didn't expect that the man would be a straightforward person. He immediately expressed that he had saved her out of pity and didn't have any other intentions. He also said that they would not owe each other anymore.

All her hopes and hopes for her feelings had been dashed. She was extremely angry and could not stand the pity in the man's mouth as she used the opportunity when he was turning around to stab him in the back.

As the man lay in the pool of blood, she suddenly realized that she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with him before he turned around. She didn't expect to turn around and have this idea of killing him.

This discovery caused her to feel incomparable fear. She didn't dare think any further. She then saw her own reflection in the pond behind her, like a flower in the moon, like a fish swimming in the wild, and also thought about the pity in the man's mouth.

She no longer felt even the slightest bit of fear and guilt.

"Mercy?"

She smiled coldly. "A woman like me needs pity?"

She looked at the moon in the sky, then looked down at the land beneath her feet. "Hmph, one day, I will take pity on all the people in the world. In my eyes, you are nothing more than a bunch of pitiful people …"

At this point, she suddenly couldn't think of any words to express her feelings. She looked around and saw the corpse lying on the ground. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind:

"Yes, corpses. You are nothing more than pitiful corpses in my eyes!"

Later on, after she joined the "Demon Nether Sect", she selected a rather special cultivation technique among the many techniques of the "Demon Nether Sect" to practice. This cultivation technique could speak of one's feelings and hatred, fusing them together and fusing them together with the cultivation of the technique until the extreme, where one could train a pair of wings behind their back. With a flap of the wings, they would create an enchanting halo that would make one's consciousness dizzy, and within the halo, there would also be a "String of Consciousness" that could take advantage of the opponent's momentary dizziness.

Just now when Yan Fengwu entered the inner part of the Beast King Hall, he was enveloped by the "Illusionary Divine Light" and then connected by the "String of Consciousness". The voices of Yan Lengyue and the Sword Spirit appeared in his mind.

As for Yan Fengwu, after being illuminated by the "Illusionary Divine Light", his consciousness became weaker. When he heard these two voices, he actually thought that he had entered the "Door of Consciousness" and was directly communicating with Yan Lanyue and the Sword Spirit.

He was dazed for a moment and then stood still on the spot.

If that 'butterfly monster', Huan Yi, were to chop off Yan Fengwu's head at this time, then nothing would have happened.

But the butterfly monster, Huan Yi, was amused by the wonderful love triangle in Yan Fengwu's mind. She also liked to play with other people's feelings, so she wanted to "enjoy" it.

Yan Fengwu had fallen into a trap of her own consciousness, but she hadn't realized it for a long time.

"Then what am I?" The voice of the Sword Spirit couldn't be ignored by Yan Fengwu.

"Little Meng, you …"

"I'm just a passerby in your life. When your Sister Yue returns to your side, you'll abandon me without hesitation, forget about me, and forever exclude me from your memories!"

"I didn't!"

"Then what do you want?" This time, it was Yan Lengyue who spoke, "You can't continue to be conflicted like this forever. In the end, you have to choose between me and you." Who did you choose? Who did you disappoint? "

Yan Fengwu felt an excruciating pain in his heart. Choosing anyone would be painful, and failing anyone would be a shame. This choice — — Yan Fengwu had already felt the pain for himself — was like two people holding one of his hands, tearing him in half.

Yan Fengwu could already feel her body tearing in pain.

This pain caused the sword spirits outside the Beast King Hall, who were fighting with the beast kings, to suddenly fall to the ground upon sensing it, their bodies thwarted.

Seeing this, the King of Beasts was about to rush over. In a moment of crisis, Daoist Master Yin from Mausoleum of Books arrived to receive the King of Beasts.

Yan Ling called out to the Sword Spirit, "Hurry and save Little Brother Feng Wu!"

The sword spirit rushed into the Beast King Hall, enduring the pain as if it had just awoken from a dream.

"Phoenix Wu!" The Sword Spirit called out.

Yan Fengwu's consciousness cleared, and a bright light flashed through her eyes.

"Butterfly Demon" Illusory Wings, hurriedly urged their strength. In an instant, the "Illusion Colored Divine Light" fiercely released, covering the unprepared Sword Spirit.

As the Sword Spirit was searching for Yan Fengwu's figure in the great hall, suddenly, a five-colored illusory image flew out from the front and enveloped her entire body. She immediately felt dizzy and dizzy, as if she was about to fall asleep.

He could vaguely see a figure standing in front of him. It was Yan Fengwu.

"Feng Wu, why are you here?"

Yan Fengwu revealed a charming smile that she never had before, "I'll wait for you here!"

As she spoke, she walked towards her with a smile. Her heart was suddenly filled with happiness, just like last night, when she was snuggled in Feng Wu's embrace, lightly sipping her honey, and looking at the stars in the sky. At that time, even the mountain breeze that blew over was warm, just like the time when he gently caressed my forehead.

Yan Fengwu walked over to him, gently hugging him in her arms. That feeling of happiness had instantly wrapped itself around her. In her current state, besides the part of happiness, everything else was closed, completely intoxicated by the happiness that was spreading out from her.

Suddenly, the happiness was replaced by a bloody smell, and the intoxication was broken by a heart-wrenching pain.

"Wh-why?" The selfless sword spirit looked in disbelief at the man standing in front of her.

The man's facial features began to distort before finally turning into another face, a face that he had long forgotten in the depths of his Sword Spirit's consciousness.

"It's you … why are you pretending to be Feng Wu?"

"Impersonate? Am I pretending? "It was you who insisted on treating me as Yan Fengwu, it was you who insisted on thinking that Yan Fengwu was different from me. You stupid woman, why did you actually think that you could be happy?"

An explosion suddenly sounded in the sword spirits' minds. "What, what are you talking about?"

"Don't you understand? Or could he not believe it? Hmph hmph, then let me tell you, you are an unattainable woman, your stupidity is destined to be something you will never be happy for, even if you arrive, you will immediately lose it. Do you really think you're happy just because you met Yan Fengwu? I tell you, you think that Yan Fengwu will be different from me. Haha, how could he be different from me? He will abandon you in the end. Back then, I had abandoned you for the sake of success, and he will abandon you for the sake of his little sister Leng Yue. Although the reason is different, the result is the same for you.

A thick, sorrowful smell permeated deep into the heart of the Sword Spirit. The strong, bitter smell made his heart twitch and ache. "This, this feeling!"

The man in front of him laughed strangely and said, "Is this the feeling I gave you back then?"

"W-what?" The sword spirit held onto the small arm as she squatted on the ground, looking like she was in extreme pain.

The man walked over and pinched his chin. "The feeling I give you, the pain I give you all those years ago!"

The Sword Spirit suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha, what pain can you give me? I have long since forgotten all about it, and the you in front of me is just an illusion created by someone using the afterimages in my head to confuse me!"

The man's expression instantly froze.

The wound on her lower abdomen disappeared. She looked at this man with a proud smile on her face and said, "Even before I met Feng Wu, I can't guarantee that I will be able to withstand this kind of test. But now, I am different. Even though my emotions are very fragile, I am very lucky. Very lucky that someone made me understand my own value, I have already understood what he said to me today. Feelings should not be shackles, one person should not be completely dependent on another person to live! "

As she spoke, she suddenly attacked and shattered the figure in front of her.

And then she saw the real Smoke Phoenix Wu, and then she felt even more clearly the tearing pain that Yan Fengwu was enduring.

"Feng Wu, wake up!"

However, Yan Fengwu acted as if she hadn't heard anything, and continued to immerse herself in the trap of her consciousness.

The sword spirit searched everywhere for the person that used this demonic art, but it couldn't find him.

There was only a strange, divine light in the surroundings.

The sword spirit waved the long silk ribbon in her hand, and it instantly spread out in all directions, protecting Yan Feng Wu and herself.

However, Yan Fengwu's eyes were already wandering around, it was as if she couldn't see the person in front of her.

The sword spirit was extremely anxious. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. "Right now, I am in the same body as Feng Wu. I can sense his emotions. Can I also sense what he's thinking?"

Thinking up to here, she sat down quietly, enduring the pain on her body. She concentrated and cleared away all distractions, trying her best to find the shackles between her and Yan Fengwu.

Finally, a ray of spiritual light appeared in his mind.

When the Sword Spirit saw a figure, it stood before him with a pained expression.

Then he heard his own voice: "What do you think I am? When your little sister Leng Yue returns, you will not hesitate to leave me. You will forget about me and will forever erase all traces of my existence from your memories. Am I someone who has never existed? "

"No, Little Meng, to me, you will always be a very important person."

When the sword spirit heard this, she could not help but feel a sense of happiness.

Then, she heard Yan Lengyue's voice, "Then what about me, what am I? Did you forget the fire in the Demonic Beast Forest that day? For the first time in that fire, I found out what I felt for you. And then this woman took my body, and when I woke up, you told me that even you were taken away by this woman? She is a very important person, so what am I? "

"You, you …"

The sword spirits thought to themselves, "Two people fighting for one person, no wonder it feels so tearing." This kind of spell was really powerful. Not only could it confuse a person's spiritual sense, it could also subtly evoke the deepest feelings hidden deep within the other person's heart. "No, I can't let Feng Wu continue like this. If he does, then his heart will break into pieces."

He closed his eyes and asked, "Feng Wu, can you hear me?" As she said this, she felt her heart throbbing. "Is this what you're talking about?"

These words flashed through Yan Fengwu's mind like a ray of hope:

"Little Meng!"

"It's me."

"You, why did your voice suddenly become so clear …"

"It's real, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Then that's right. Your brain has been infected by someone's illusion and you still haven't felt it? Idiot, what I'm most afraid of is losing you. How could I force you like that? "I believe Lady Leng Yue is the same as me. She will definitely not be willing to see you in such a dilemma."

"So what? The problem still exists. No matter what choice I make, I will let one of you down! "

The sword spirit's heart trembled, "What a powerful illusion technique. Once you drown in it, even if you are able to see through the profound mysteries, the person hit by it would still be unable to extricate themselves, because everything within the illusion technique is the true feelings that exist deep within your heart. What should he do? I can only give it my all! "

"Yan Fengwu, you really are an idiot. Didn't you say that love should never be a burden for a lifetime?" If you continue to hesitate like this, won't you suffer for the rest of your life? How is it possible that you want to be both right for me and for her? I beg you, please don't go on like this, okay? I love you. I don't want to lose you, but if this is the only way to save you, then I'd rather you never love me.

A strong wave of emotion choked into Yan Fengwu's nose. Yan Fengwu instantly woke up, and the hazy look in his eyes disappeared. The long silk ribbon blocked everything in the outside world, making it look so pure and pure.

Beside him sat the tearful woman.