Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue's pain in the illusion seemed to have reached its peak, and her body could no longer withstand any more torture.

At this time, the master moved. He walked to Qin Muyue, gently picked up the girl covered in blood, and wiped her little face with a handkerchief.

"Qin Muyue, are you willing to hand over the golden elixir now?" he coaxed.

Qin Muyue heard her mouth utter three words with difficulty: "I. Don't. Want. To."

[As expected of me, even in the illusion, I am still a girl of steel and integrity.]

[Host, you still have time to brag about yourself]

There was a flash of murderous intent in the master's eyes, and the frosty sword energy instantly penetrated the girl's limbs. He stretched out his hand to stop the girl from screaming.

The master took out the Su Shuang sword with his jade-like fingers and held the blade against the girl's dantian.

Although Qin Muyue couldn't do anything, she couldn't help but feel cold all over due to the severe pain.

Suddenly, the scene in the illusion became blurred and distorted, and an uninvited guest broke into the illusion. When the intruder saw the situation clearly, he became furious and shouted with a voice as cold as jade.

"How dare you hurt my disciple!"

Qin Muyue only felt a white shadow flashing towards her, and she pushed the fake master away with one hand, and the fragrance of plum blossoms filled her face.

Her face was pressed against the hot chest. This embrace was much more fragrant than the fake master's.

"Yue'er, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you." Jun Yuzheng said with great sorrow.

He was chasing the injured Ghost Dragon Lord in the distorted time and space, and accidentally traveled to an illusion.

The wound was almost broken by the illusion. Jun Yuzheng hugged the girl tightly with heartache, and the fairy power on his fingertips disappeared in an instant.

The wounds on the girl's body disappeared and her clothes became clean.

Qin Muyue stared at the cat pupils. Now there were two identical silver-haired handsome men in the illusion. She asked uncertainly, "Is it true, that Master?"

Jun Yuzheng gently stroked Qin Muyue's head, his eyes full of pampering and guilt. His voice was as sweet as ice falling on a jade plate: "Yue'er, I am your master."

Qin Muyue's eyes flashed with surprise, but soon she became cunning again. She knew the treacherousness of illusions and didn't dare to easily believe what she saw: "How can you prove that you are the real master? Take off your clothes and let me check it?"

[Host, please help yourself]

[I am just testing whether this master is authentic]

"Silly girl, what are you always thinking about? Isn't this the turtle you drew in my teahouse when you were eight years old?" Jun Yuzheng raised his hand and tapped Qin Muyue's little head. He narrowed his narrow and long phoenix eyes and looked at her coldly.

Qin Muyue felt a chill on her back, shrank her neck, and smiled awkwardly: "It seems that Master is genuine."

Jun Yuzheng stared at the girl's watery cat pupils. She must have been in pain, and there was resentment in her eyes. He felt a pain in his heart and subconsciously stroked the girl's cheek.

When Qin Muyue saw his expression, she realized it was too similar to the fake master in the illusion, so she subconsciously turned her head away.

"Yue'er, in your heart, am I that kind of person?" Jun Yuzheng touched nothing, and clenched his hands with distinct knuckles. He glanced indifferently at the five figures standing on Tianjian Peak.

A complex emotion flashed across Jun Yuzheng's eyes. He knew that the torture the girl suffered in the illusion made her feel uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice less angry: "Yue'er, Master will avenge you."

Qin Muyue looked at the fake master's face, then looked at Jun Yuzheng who was exactly the same as her, and asked cautiously, "How dare I let my master kill himself?"

"Bad girl, what are you afraid of?" Jun Yuzheng laughed in anger, his fists hardened again, and he frantically hinted to himself that this was the child he had raised for a long time and should not be beaten.

Jun Yuzheng noticed that Qin Muyue was repeatedly testing his patience, and he couldn't help feeling amused and helpless.

He sighed softly, turned around and faced the fake master.

"You impostor, how dare you impersonate me and hurt my apprentice." Jun Yuzheng's voice was cold and his eyes were gleaming with frigidity.

The fake master sneered, his voice was exactly the same as Jun Yuzheng's: "I am you, and you are me. Here, we are all the same."

Jun Yuzheng's face was so cold that it looked like it was freezing. He waved his hand and released a powerful sword energy: "Oh? I can't tell."

The fake master was not to be outdone and also drew out the Su Shuang Sword. The two white figures fought with an even momentum.

Jun Yuzheng cannot interfere too much with the illusion, as Qin Muyue's spiritual consciousness is mixed in here. If he accidentally destroys the illusion, the girl will never wake up again.

Qin Muyue watched the battle from the side, secretly admiring her own imagination. Even the master in the illusion could be on par with the real master Jun Yuzheng.

The fake master sneered: "Why did you bring Liu Ruyan back and let the weak Qin Muyue take on the responsibility of a senior sister? You know in your heart who is the one who can save the world of immortal cultivation."

"What nonsense! Anyone can save this world of immortals, but you will never indulge Liu Ruyan without any bottom line. You are not worthy of being their master!" Jun Yuzheng gritted his teeth. This illusion made him feel constrained. He could only get rid of this illusion through debate.

The fake master smiled mysteriously: "Don't use those three or four disciples to cover it up. You have dirty thoughts about the reincarnation of that woman in your heart."

Jun Yuzheng's face changed, thinking to himself that it was bad, this illusion was even asking questions about his heart. He took the time to look at the girl, and met her heartless and wise eyes, and couldn't help but feel a blockage in his heart.

"How do you know...it's not unintentional on my part?" Jun Yuzheng's eyes showed a trace of haggardness.

"The life of a sword cultivator is also a life, why should you!" Like each other! The fake master paused. He was a spirit of illusion. How could he not know Qin Muyue's thoughts? Countless resentments of single sword cultivators suddenly emerged from his body, and he raised his sword to commit suicide.

Jun Yuzheng was silent for a moment and glanced at Qin Muyue secretly, fearing that the girl would discover his little thoughts and become disgusted with him.

As soon as the fake master disappeared, the remaining figures were like a pile of loose sand, which was blown away by the wind.

Qin Muyue found that the illusion had not ended yet. She stared at Jun Yuzheng with her clear cat eyes and asked, "Master, why is the illusion still there?"

"Yue'er, your sword heart hasn't appeared yet, the illusion will not end. You will be imprisoned for seven days at most, and then the secret realm will force you out." Jun Yuzheng lowered his eyes and looked at his silly boy, his eyes like a snow-capped mountain full of doting.

Qin Muyue's face turned bitter: "Master, Master, when will I have the sword heart?"

"Now that you are here, let me teach you how to practice sword." Jun Yuzheng took out the terrifying Su Shuang Divine Sword from behind.

Qin Muyue's skin tensed up as she thought of the five days she was ravaged by Yu Fengxue's sword energy. According to her master, she would be ravaged for another seven days and seven nights.

The girl was so scared that she burst into tears and rushed over to hug her master's thighs. "No! Master, you have a lot of things to do, go and do them, Yue'er can do it herself!"