Traveling around the world, I have a sign-in system

When Cheng Yu and Mo Xiaoye returned to the Heavenly Palace before dark on earth, they parted ways and went home.

When Mo Xiaoye just stepped into the front yard of Taichen Palace, she suddenly felt a pair of eyes fixed on her.

She followed the line of sight and found that the gaze came from the master of Taichen Palace - Emperor Donghua.

Emperor Donghua, who always looks calm, has no reaction to anything, and acts decisively and rationally, seems to be angry at this moment.

Mo Xiaoye's heart tightened, and he wondered what he had done to make his master unhappy.

So, she walked quickly forward and bowed to him respectfully, "Greetings, Master. What happened? You seem very angry."

Emperor Donghua snorted coldly, looked at her sharply, and asked in a cold tone: "Mo Xiaoye, why did you run to my door and leave a message using fairy magic?"

The anger in Emperor Donghua's heart rose up and rushed to his forehead.

He didn't understand. Didn't Mo Xiaoye know that the words left by magic were difficult to remove?

Mo Xiaoye blinked and replied innocently, "Didn't you tell me last time, Master, that I should leave a message for you the next time I come to the mortal world to play, so that you can know my whereabouts?"

Emperor Donghua was so angry that he laughed out loud: "Haha, don't I have rice paper in my study for you to write letters? You actually used your magic power to destroy my door!

Don't you know that words written with magic power are extremely difficult to remove?" His eyes were full of dissatisfaction and anger, as if he was very disappointed with the behavior of this disciple.

Faced with Emperor Donghua's questioning, Mo Xiaoye was at a loss for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on her face, then she smiled and quickly ran to Emperor Donghua.

"Master, I'm sorry. I really know I was wrong. Please don't be angry." While apologizing, she gently massaged Emperor Donghua's shoulders, trying to ease his emotions.

Emperor Donghua looked at Mo Xiaoye's actions, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

He sighed slightly. What else could he do? He was the one who wanted to accept the apprentice, so he could only pamper him.

He reached out and gently patted Mo Xiaoye's head to show his forgiveness. "Don't do this again, okay?" There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but more of it was concern and love for Mo Xiaoye.

Mo Xiaoye nodded obediently, with gratitude shining in her eyes. She understood her mistakes and also knew the tolerance and love that Emperor Donghua had for her.

At this moment, the relationship between master and disciple seemed to be closer, and Mo Xiaoye secretly made up his mind to work hard to correct his shortcomings and become a better disciple.

Emperor Donghua raised his lips and said, "But if you make a mistake, you must be punished. Even if you are my disciple, you still have to be punished, so you should train well in the illusion."

After Emperor Donghua finished speaking, he threw the Mother Spirit Heart Mirror into the sky, pinched the magic formula in his hands, and muttered something.

Mo Xiaoye paused, and a suction force sucked her into the Lingxin Mirror, which was a temporary formation carved in it by Emperor Donghua. Before, it only had the function of communicating and checking the physical condition and behavior of the owner of the Lingxin Mirror.

Emperor Donghua's brows relaxed, and he turned around and shouted, "Si Ming!"

Siming walked in quickly from outside, clasped his hands together and bowed: "Greetings, Emperor."

"Get up, ask someone to collect some Xuanling fruits and some immortal herbs for healing injuries, they will be useful to the little princess." The emperor's eyes were as calm as water, looking indifferently at the two figures fighting on the Mother Spirit Heart Mirror. Every move was ruthless, going straight to the vital points, beating to death.

Siming glanced at the Spiritual Heart Mirror and asked in confusion: "Emperor, what's happening to the little princess?"

The Emperor's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "She is in training. As her master, I must let her train well, so that she won't be idle and cause trouble everywhere."

Upon hearing this, Siming understood and said with a smile, "So that's how it is. I'll do it right away." After saying that, he turned and left.

Emperor Donghua looked at Siming's departing back, his eyes became deep and solemn, his voice was low and with a hint of worry: "Little Ye Zi, if you want to receive the crown, you must bear its weight. Your tribulation of ascending to the god is too easy, and a great consequence is about to befall you.

If you don't have strong strength, you may have to face the calamity and return to the chaos. All I can do is to use all means to improve your strength. Don't blame me for being cruel. "

In the Mother Spirit Heart Mirror, as soon as Mo Xiaoye entered, a person who looked exactly like her appeared opposite her, just like herself in the mirror.

However, this person was filled with a strong murderous aura and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Before Mo Xiaoye could gain his footing, the opponent suddenly attacked with such speed that it caught people off guard.

She just raised her hand and a Black Tiger Heart-Ripping Knife came directly at Mo Xiaoye's chest. The fist was whistling with fierce murderous intent.

Mo Xiaoye didn't have time to think about it, he quickly squatted down and used a sweeping kick.

But this did not let her escape from the predicament. The illusion reacted quickly, immediately withdrew its hands, jumped upwards, and turned flexibly in the air, appearing behind Mo Xiaoye in an instant.

Then, without hesitation, she slapped Mo Xiaoye on the back.

For a time, Mo Xiaoye was in crisis and the situation was extremely critical.

However, with her keen reaction ability, she heard the sound of wind coming from behind her in time.

She quickly dodged to the side and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, Mo Xiaoye reached out and grabbed the illusion's arm, pulling it hard, trying to pull the other party closer and fight back.

However, the illusion was equally agile. She struggled hard to break free from Mo Xiaoye's restraints and moved her body backwards, keeping a certain distance from Mo Xiaoye.

The illusion quickly pounced on Mo Xiaoye again. Mo Xiaoye nimbly avoided the attack and kicked the illusion's knee.

The illusion felt pain and its movements slowed down a little. Mo Xiaoye took the opportunity to cast a spell. A ray of light hit the illusion, forcing it back a few steps.

Mo Xiaoye was panting. She realized that this illusion was quite powerful and she had to give it her all. At the same time, she also felt that there was no spiritual energy in this space, which meant that she could not replenish her spiritual energy.

She concentrated her energy and mobilized the spiritual power in her body, preparing to launch a more powerful attack in order to end the battle quickly.

At this moment, the illusion suddenly disappeared. Mo Xiaoye looked around vigilantly, not knowing where the illusion would appear next.

A sword light flashed towards her neck. Mo Xiaoye leaned back to avoid the attack, then quickly kicked hard in that direction.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Mo Xiaoye felt as if her foot had kicked on an iron plate. The recoil force made her foot numb.

At this moment, the phantom figure had appeared in front of her, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards her.

Mo Xiaoye quickly dodged to the side, but the tip of the sword still cut his clothes, revealing his skin underneath.

She was shocked and knew that she couldn't go on like this and had to find a way to break the deadlock.

So she used her unique skill - teleportation.

In an instant, her figure disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the illusion.

However, the illusion seemed to have anticipated this, and he turned around and slashed at Mo Xiaoye with a sword.

Mo Xiaoye had no time to dodge and could only use his hands to block.

"Pfft!"

"what!"

Blood splattered. Mo Xiaoye failed to dodge in time and a deep cut was made on his arm. Blood flowed down his arm.

She screamed in pain and clenched her teeth, enduring the pain and continuing to use teleportation to deal with the illusion.

After a fierce battle, Mo Xiaoye finally found an opportunity and stabbed the illusion in the chest with a sword.

The phantom's body suddenly froze, then turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated into the air.

Mo Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her injured hand and wanted to take out healing pills from the space, but found that neither the space nor the Dragon Flame Bracelet could be used.

The moment she relaxed, the situation suddenly changed.

I saw a sharp sword light slashing horizontally from her waist at an extremely fast speed, catching people off guard.

Mo Xiaoye was startled and quickly pushed the ground hard, trying to avoid the sudden attack.

However, she found that her movements became unusually slow, as if she was being dragged by an invisible force.

At the same time, the surrounding scene began to distort and the originally clearly visible environment gradually became blurred.

scoff!

A stream of blood splattered out from her abdomen. As time went by, Mo Xiaoye's injuries became more and more serious. Her body was covered with deep and shallow wounds, and the blood dyed a large area of ​​the ground red.

She felt her strength gradually running out and her consciousness gradually becoming blurred, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to give up.

Since entering the illusion, the Dragon Flame Bracelet and the space seemed to be imprisoned and could not be used interchangeably. This also made it impossible for her to use weapons to fight the enemy. There was no spiritual energy replenishment in the illusion, which made her more and more tired.

When she lost consciousness due to her serious injuries, a pair of big hands ignored the barrier of the Lingxin Mirror and carried her out.