Entering another space, there is no longer darkness everywhere, but thick white fog.

The mist lingered around him, as if a naughty fairy was stroking his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips, leaving the air filled with a faint fragrance of mist.

He looked forward and saw Beiming Yexuan's figure looming in the clouds and mist, sometimes far and sometimes near, as if he had stopped to wait for him.

Mo Wuhen suddenly felt uneasy. If I could really see Yun Mo, what would I tell her?

He suddenly stopped and stood there in a daze, watching Beiming Yexuan's figure getting further and further away from him, but his hands clenched tightly unconsciously, and he suddenly wanted to retreat.

He couldn't explain to Feng Yunmo that he and Long Chushang were of the same mind. He knew that she loved him very much, otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed with him.

Beiming Yexuan, who was walking in front, felt the people behind him stop in the distance, so he teleported and returned to where Mo Wuhen was standing.

When Beiming Yexuan appeared again, Mo Wuhen had already turned around, preparing to retreat from the dreamland.

"Why, you don't dare to see Yun Mo?" Beiming Yexuan's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Mo Wuhen was startled again, stopped walking, and looked ahead for a long time without answering him.

Beiming Yexuan snorted secretly: "Since you don't want to come, then you can leave. I will explain everything to Yun Mo about what her brother did outside. When the time comes, if I accidentally give you

It’s been smeared, but don’t blame me for not being able to speak.”

He turned around, raised his hands, his broad dark purple cloak fluttered in the wind, and strode towards the Spiritual Mountain.

Mo Wuhen suddenly shouted coldly: "Stop."

Beiming Yexuan did not stop, but kept walking forward.

He felt guilty and did not dare to come, or maybe he had murderous intentions towards Beiming Yexuan.

He believed more and more that he could see Feng Yun Mo if he walked straight ahead from here. While secretly sighing at the power of the dream demon, he also thought about how to deal with Beiming Yexuan here first.

Beiming Yexuan ignored Mo Wuhen.

Mo Wuhen then turned around and flew quickly towards the figure that had submerged in the clouds and mist.

He originally wanted to use the power of God, but when he entered this dream, he lost his power and could not use the power of God at all. In desperation, he pulled out the God Sword given to him by Long Chushang and faced Bei Ming Yexuan.

He ran towards Beiming Yexuan, and when he was approaching, he raised his sword and struck Beiming Yexuan on the top of his head.

Beiming Yexuan ducked sideways, and the sword grazed his chest. Then he raised his hand, holding the thin and soft Tianshen Sword between his two fingers, and flicked it forward. With a few "bounce" sounds, the Tianshen Sword

It swayed from side to side.

Mo Wuhen took the opportunity to retract his hand and said, "I won't let you see Yun Mo again. Even if you want to recognize her, it's not at this time that you just die here."

He cannot use the power of God, but he can always use the profound energy on the continent. Although it is only the level of Chixuan, it can be combined with the strength of his warrior to bring the sword to its most powerful power.

Stomping his feet fiercely, he moved his hands from the space to the left and right. The sword he was holding was lifted up in the air by the mysterious energy, causing the sword to spin rapidly in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was divided into ten. The ten swords were suspended in front of Mo Wuhen, spinning in place at the same speed, as if they were in the best condition to kill the opponent in one fell swoop.
Chapter completed!