Although the iron corpse had fallen into madness, his intuition was not lost. He had seen it as early as when Nanfeng broke out of the quicksand, but the severe pain from the wound on his body made him have no time to take care of it.

At this moment, seeing Nan Feng slashing with his sword, the iron corpse immediately began to flee.

At the same time, the white fog that had already disappeared around gradually appeared. When the south wind caught up, it was completely covered by the white fog.

But you can still hear the sound of footsteps ahead.

Nanfeng paused for a moment and immediately caught up. This was an excellent opportunity. He didn't want to and couldn't let it go. If he wanted to kill the iron corpse after it recovered, it would be very difficult. After all, Nanfeng did not have any spirit stones in his hand to replenish his mana, and other ordinary zombies had long been killed by him.

At this moment, when Nanfeng could already see the black shadows appearing in the white mist, the other party suddenly stopped.

Despite some doubts, Nanfeng's attack did not stop at all and stabbed directly at the black shadow in front of him.

However, when the sword in his hand was about to stab the other person's body, a hint of astonishment suddenly appeared in Nanfeng's eyes, but in just a moment, this surprise had become a monstrous anger.

When he saw the other person, he was not the iron corpse that was emitting a foul smell on his body just now, and it was his mother, Jiaolong Shaoting.

That dress, that look, that expression, and that familiar look, all of this is so real.

Although Nan Feng knew that everything in front of him was an illusion, the long sword in his hand could not be cut out no matter what.

For two years, Nanfeng has always put the soul-gathering bracelet on his own. Whenever he is alone, he will take it out. Regardless of whether his mother can hear it inside, she just said what he said in her heart one by one.

The seeds of hatred have always been buried deep in Nanfeng's heart. It is precisely because of this that Nanfeng's desire for strength is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. The huge pain that he endured when practicing the Lingtian Sword Art is like a person being peeled off alive. But he still gritted his teeth and stood up again and again.

People are praising him as a genius who has been practicing for thousands of years. He never thought about the pain hidden behind this genius.

I don’t know when the surrounding scenes have changed.

Nanfeng found that he was standing on a soft beach at this moment. The sound of waves slapping again and again in his ears. Of course, there were birds singing in the sky.

There was a familiar and simple house in front of it. There was a fire in front of it that was about to be extinguished. My mother was next to the fire, busy roasting fish caught from the sea.

"When..." Unconsciously, the long sword in Nanfeng's hand had fallen to the ground, his face was already covered with tears, and his feet couldn't help but move forward a few steps, but suddenly stopped.

Because the scene ahead changed again. To be precise, it should be that my mother has disappeared.

A strong wind suddenly blew on the sea surface. The originally calm waves were already overturned, and the light suddenly dimmed.

A strong and dazzling light burst out over the sea in the distance.

When Nanfeng looked up, he happened to see that the light hit the huge body of his mother in the air. Blood instantly fell like rain, and the entire sea surface immediately turned into blood red.

"Ah..." Nan Feng roared wildly. He could no longer bear it. He had already forgotten in his mind whether the scene in front of him was true or false. He ran forward as much as possible.

"No, Qingyang." A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind, causing Nanfeng to stop immediately. After turning around, he found that his mother had fallen weakly on the ground. The bright red blood flowed down her abdomen, and the golden beach had already turned red.

"Mom." Nan Feng no longer had any judgment. If outsiders were present, he might be able to see that at this moment his eyes were already blood red, and a ball of marks like flames flashed on his eyebrows.

The mother and son finally met. For Nan Feng, it doesn't matter whether it is true or false. Perhaps he can no longer tell the difference.

However, at this moment, when Nanfeng rushes to his mother and holds her weak body in his arms, a sudden burst of pain in his chest.

The painful expression on my mother's face in front of me had long disappeared, replaced by a grim smile, and even her appearance was slowly changing.

"Mother, haha, it turns out that the biggest inner demon in your heart is your mother." After the illusion disappeared, everything returned to its original state. There was no beach, and it was still Juyin Valley. "Although your strength is strange, after being poisoned by my corpse, everything is over, haha."

The iron corpse was still covered with wounds, but he was very excited at this moment.

"You are wrong. My inner demon is not my mother." Nan Feng did not care about the wound that was constantly surging out of his chest, but shook his head lightly. "My inner demon should be hatred."

"Whatever..." Tiezi seemed to have great confidence in his corpse poison. He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, he stopped halfway through his words.

A cold light, or a long sword, penetrated directly through his throat. At such a close distance, at the speed of the south wind, he didn't even have time to react.

"Gu~~E..." Tie Zi's eyes were full of doubts, as if he wanted to speak, his hands were constantly waving, but the other end of the long sword was controlled by Nanfeng's hand.

"I know what you want to say, why I can still move, or why your corpse poison does not work." Nan Feng said: "Since you can transform into the mother in my heart, why didn't you think of my life experience?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Feng ignored the expression of the Iron Corpse and instantly mobilized the magic power in his body. He saw a powerful magic power sinking into the body along the long sword.

The wounds on the chest began to heal slowly, and the demon spirit in the brain immediately began to become active.

The iron corpse on the opposite side was as if the water on its body was gradually drained, and it quickly shriveled. In less than half an hour, it had become a dry firewood-like mummy.

"I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to survive my inner demon. Issue!" Nan Feng sighed and waved his sword hard, and the iron corpse instantly turned into ashes.

Nan Feng was indeed trapped in the illusion just now, but in the end he was attracted by the illusion. If the Iron Corpse had not appeared, he would have been trapped in the illusion until his magic power was consumed bit by bit. Even if the Iron Corpse didn't have to do it, Nan Feng would become a useless person. Unfortunately, the Iron Corpse didn't know all this, and even Nan Feng himself only realized that his inner demon had actually passed through this way after waking up.
Chapter completed!