The footsteps of Dingmiao were heavy in an instant, and he couldn't move away until he was so cherished. He could only watch his mother's eyes openly, and lost his look a little bit.

"mother"

He knelt on the ground with a "bang".

Same as before! !

Back then, he was like this, watching his family in front of him, dying one by one, helpless!

Seeing that his home is being destroyed little by little, he can do nothing!

Watching the murderers leave without hesitation, he could do nothing! !

Now, he is standing here again, but still can't change the outcome of things!

"Do not"

Dingmiao raised his eyes violently and looked at the archer.

"I will kill you"

Roaring, he flew up, drew out a long sword from a corpse, and flew out.

However, the archer turned slowly as if he couldn't see it.

Behind him, the whole person of the temple, with a long sword, struck him horizontally.

but--

The blade passed through the person's body, like a slash in the air, with no effect.

Dingmiao watched him withdraw and walk away, breaking away from his sword.

No casualties, no blood! !

Holding a long sword in his hand, Dingmiao slowly closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks.

"This is an illusion, it can be the deepest memory in your memory, or the thing you are most afraid of touching..."

An indifferent voice sounded behind him, Dingmiao's eyes opened up, his head suddenly turned sideways, and his pupils shrank.

"It's you?"

Mo Xuanchen came with heavy steps, standing beside the middle-aged beautiful woman, slightly chin.

"You can't save your mother...just like before!"

"Why are you here?"

Dingmiao walked down and clenched the long sword.

"In my memory... there shouldn't be you!! In the fantasy world, there shouldn't be you either..."

"Yes! Originally... I wouldn't exist, but someone asked me to come and save you... So I appeared!"

Mo Xuanchen stood with his hand holding his hand, looking around at the miserable surroundings.

"The killing of the door...This kind of thing will never be forgotten by anyone! But you should learn...some things that happened, just happened, and cannot be changed! You have to get out of it and change to a new way of living! Sinking in the past, and want to change them..."

"You haven't said yet, how did you enter my illusion!"

Dingmiao's hand was raised, and the sword pointed directly at Mo Xuanchen.

"Say! Who are you? Who sent you?!"

"What? You want to kill me?"

Mo Xuanchen smiled, lifted his fingertips lightly, and slashed across the blade without leaving a trace.

"Dingmiao, this is your illusion...but I am also real!! You are not dead, neither will I...Similarly, I can't kill you, and you can't kill me either!!"

"You know a lot!"

Dingmiao raised his head sharply and smiled coldly, but he didn't mean to accept the sword.

"I know so much, the identity is unusual after all... I don't know, who is your behind-the-scenes messenger?"

"My messenger behind the scenes...you know too!!"

Mo Xuanchen tipped his fingertips, and the Mu Xin bracelet came out.

"She asked me to come!"

Dingmiao's eyes narrowed involuntarily: "Miss Ling...Why didn't she come and let you come?"

"She was injured and can't enter here again... So, let me find your breath with a wooden heart bracelet and come here to rescue you!"

Mo Xuanchen played with the Mu Xin bracelet, smiling down his eyes.

"The reason why the undead in the forbidden area can trap a person is because it has a power that can make people believe in their environment!!"