"Haha," the sword god laughed at the sky, "Don't mention the immortal one to me, Hum, the world only knows him, and who knows me? Hum, I am better than him in terms of sword skills and cultivation. He is respected by thousands of people. And I am here and endured the suffering of darkness. I am unwilling to accept! I want to take back everything that belongs to me, and I want those untouchables to regret the original choice and tremble for my dark blade!"

Dark Blade looked at Wuhun with an evil look on his face, "Don't struggle. With your little Taoism, you can't break the soul realm! Don't bother with it, what's wrong with this? When my soul occupies your mind, you will immediately have the ability to destroy the world. What beast king, enemy, can be done in minutes, just go and have fun! Hahaha!"

Wuhun tried his best to break free from the constraints in his mind, and roared unwillingly: "No, no, you shameless, let me go!"

As crazy as a wild beast, Dark Blade exclaimed, "Boy, be crazy, I just like to see you like this!"

A white light flashed across the soulless head, and the soulless consciousness gradually subsided. In the blurry moment, he saw a purple light flashing on his left hand.

Wuhun appeared in the dream mirror many years ago. He came to the black sea again, and then walked into a world of fire. The surrounding flames were flying, and a stream of magma shot out from the ground. The temperature was so high that he walked to the nine-star tower in the center and came to the first floor where the monsters were closed.

This time, Wuhun saw the other party's true appearance clearly, and closed a fire dragon covered with flames in the gate, and the two ribs were winged. This dragon was called "Zhuyin". It said: "The god of Zhongshan regarded it as day, night, blowing it as winter, and calling it as summer. Do not drink, eat, and stopping, and breathing is the wind for a thousand miles. In the east of Wuqi, the man faces and snakes, and his eyes are red and straight. Their tranquility is dark, and his vision is bright. This is the nine yin of the candle, which is called "Zhuyin"."

Legend has it that this dragon was deified by the Northern Lights phenomenon. Zhuyin looked at the soulless outside the gate, "Guardian, we are meeting again!"

Wuhun looked surprised and said, "You are the fire in your dreams. Where is this place?"

Zhuyin smiled and said, "Guardian, don't be nervous. This is your heart world, and I am Zhuyin, the illusionized beast of the heart world!"

"What? This is my inner world, you... are the illusionized beasts in the world of the heart!".

Wuhun looked speechless, "What is this and what!" God seemed to be making a big joke with him.

Zhuyin: "Yes, this is your own inner world. You are the god here. Everything will move with your heart. Why did I appear here? How could you be in my heart!"

Wuhun was a little confused, looking at Zhuyin with a question mark, Zhuyin replied heavily: "Because you have the bloodline of the magical illusion master in your body, only the magical illusion master can open up the inner barrier of the body - the magical illusion barrier, and generate magical beasts to fight for it. The magical illusion master is divided into two veins, one is a soul master who is the main cultivation of the soul, can create magical illusion space, condense magical illusion, and the divine beasts fight for it, and some illusion curses and magical techniques as the main attack methods. The one is a martial arts master, with its own blood as the soul master.

I don’t know the specific situation of the body master who summons ancient beasts and contracts them to combine with humans and beasts, combat modes and some physical seal techniques as attack methods, but as long as you open this gate, even if you succeed in the fantasy of me, you should be able to open your bloodline memory, but you have to think about it. Opening this box door means you have to shoulder the heavy responsibilities and obligations of the magician lineage, and you will face very important enemies in the future."

He closed his words, closed his eyes speechlessly, waiting for the decision of Wuhun.

Hearing Zhuyin's words, Wuhun was very confused about the future. He actually was the descendant of a magician, and what responsibilities he still had.

Wuhun fell into deep thought, and as his mind gradually became clear, Wuhun's eyes returned to the clarity of the past.

"Whatever he is, since I have the blood of the magician, I have the obligation to open him, otherwise I would waste such a strong talent in vain! Hehe, let's talk about it, looking at the little dragon's awesome appearance, he is a powerful thug!"

Wuhun made up his mind and said, "I have thought about it, open the floodgate and inherit the blood of the magician. I don't know how to open the floodgate?"

Zhuyin opened his eyes with a smile, "Okay, I'm really not wrong. As long as you concentrate and pour into the gate, it will naturally open!"

Wuhun heard this and sat cross-legged, concentrating on destroying the gate, but rushed three times in a row without any movement.

Wuhun cursed in his heart: "What a break? If you don't open it again, I will burn you!"

With a "crazy" sound, the gate suddenly disappeared. Wuhun opened his eyes and looked at the disappearing gate awkwardly, "What kind of world is this? Even a small gate bullies the weak and fears the strong, and it will not make people live!"

A fire line was drawn across the center of the world, and a shocking laughter came: "I have been locked up for so many years and finally came out. I can no longer trap my eyes this day, and I can no longer lock my heart!"

A fire dragon with wings slowly landed in front of Wuhun, and its hundred feet long body instantly shrank, turning into a mini version of a little dragon, which was very cute.

Zhuyin said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, to give me freedom!"

Wuhun smiled and said, "This is my duty, so don't be polite! Zhuyin stops calling me master. It sounds awkward, just call me boss! Zhuyin, explain to me the situation of the heart realm!"

Zhuyin pondered: "Boss, you are the master of the realm of the heart. The world is born from the heart. The environment changes in the world. The degree of danger is entirely determined by the voice of the boss. There is a nine-world illusion refining tower in the center of the world. The tower is divided into nine floors. The first floor is considered a prison cell. It can imprison all kinds of tribes such as humans, demons, ghosts, etc.; the second to fifth floors are the dream space, the sixth to eighth floors are the physical training field, and the ninth floor is the practice room for enlightenment and cultivation."

Wuhun's eyes shone, "This is too awesome!"

Wuhun couldn't wait, eager to try, and wanted to rush in in one step.

Zhuyin looked at Wuhun's excited look and smiled and said, "Boss, you should go to the ninth level to receive inherited memories first!"

The soulless responded and stepped into the pagoda, and nine numbers immediately appeared in my mind.

Soulless silently recited, "Go, the ninth level!"

There was a flower in front of me. Wuhun was already in the ninth floor. Layers of fog floated in front of me, and a few figures were faintly seen in the fog. When the fog dissipated, Wuhun appeared to be in a battlefield, with the sound of killing shocking the sky, and two teams of people were fighting.

On one side, it seems that there are magical illusions, these people, gods and ghosts are unpredictable, and their methods are mysterious.

A man danced his hands quickly and pinched his marks. A wave flashed through the air, and a large area fell down the other party in an instant.

A half-human and half-beasted monster was fighting with someone. This person's body was extremely hard and rushed around on the battlefield. No one could hurt him. Every move would destroy the world and destroy the void, like a fierce god.

There is a group of people opposite, which makes people feel a little confused. They look foggy and give people a hazy beauty. They have blurred faces and erratic bodies, like fog, but sometimes they look like physical objects.

They were invulnerable to swords and guns, and they punched them, and their fists passed by, turning into a pool of water, and then quickly returned to their original state. Physical attacks were ineffective against them, and only souls or fire-type moves could kill them.

Later, Wuhun learned in the inheritance that this was a terrifying race from the foreign land - the Mist Clan. It was a race with almost immortal bodies. It was very difficult and the enemy of the magician throughout his life.

At first, the magical magician was invincible. The fog clan was beaten to retreat step by step. When the magical magician attacked the hinterland of the fog clan, he realized that he had been pitted. He was taken to a large formation by the fog clan. The divine patterns under his feet flashed, and evil spirits emerged from the formation, and the evil spirits in the formation soared into the sky.

This is a formation of ten thousand evil dead woods. It takes a blood sacrifice of one thousand people to open the formation. Once the formation starts, the life of the person entering the formation will soon pass away and eventually become a dead bone.

There is either a way to break the formation, or you can get out by using the same number of human blood sacrifices.

This formation was extremely vicious, and the magician was killed and injured in the moment. Then, the fog clan launched a crazy bloody revenge, slaughtering all the magician lineage. Only one little boy went out to escape the disaster.

When the boy came back and saw the warm and beautiful home, it turned into a hell on earth in a blink of an eye. The village houses collapsed and turned into ruins, with fires burning everywhere, and a pile of corpses lying everywhere. There were no living things in the village, both men, women, young and old.

The boy knelt on his knees, his eyes burst into tears, and shouted to the sky: "Heaven, earth, I will not avenge this, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"

The boy turned around and covered the mountains for ten years, and the boy became a teenager, and the ten years of vicissitudes were worn down.

It’s really “Avenge 20, and killing people will never be counted for Wu Yang’er!” The boy walked out of the mountains and brought about a bloody storm in the world….

The picture changed, Wuhun saw on a mountain with a cold wind, standing five people, one middle-aged and four old men.

It is vaguely obvious that the middle-aged man is the original young man. The middle-aged man has already stood at the peak of the world, holding a sharp sword and having the momentum of roaming the world with a sword in his hand.

The four old men opposite are elders left by the fog clan on earth, and the battle is about to come.

The sky and the earth were dark, the sky was shattered, and the land collapsed for a moment. The middle-aged man with his powerful strength, withdrew the attack of an elder and killed two people in a row.

The remaining two old men used poison despicable poisoning to poison the middle-aged man.

Middle-aged man never thought that the result would be like this. He was bleeding from his orifices, staring at his eyes unwillingly and fell to the ground.

The two old men knew that only they were poisoned with the middle-aged man could he be killed.

One of the elderly died on the spot, and the other one was left with a lifelong disability due to the low dose of poison inhalation.

After this war, the fog clan invaded in a large number and scattered in every corner of the world.

There was a roar in my head, Wuhun opened his eyes and returned to the tower.

Wuhun's mind was swelling and pain, and a large amount of information suddenly appeared in his mind. This is the inheritance memory.

However, most of them are sealed, and they may not have enough soulless strength and cannot be unsealed for the time being.

Wuhun sorted out the information, sorted out two sets of exercises, a mantra seal technique, and some descriptions of the fog clan, which are all the basic exercises of the magician.

The fog clan is not a natural creature. They do not exist in the world, but they have changed their fate against the will of heaven and escaped by luck. They are cruel by nature... Remember, remember, don’t expose your identity before you don’t have enough strength.

Wuhun's face was calm, and there was a furious heart under the calm appearance. His mind kept showing the cracked images in the village and the unwilling eyes of the villagers.
Chapter completed!