"Not even one ten-thousandth of him," the fake Mo Linxian smiled. "I am a manifestation of your subconscious mind. Am I really as unlike him as you say?"
Ji Fengyao didn't answer, but she was analyzing in her mind:
This is definitely not a master conjured up from her mind; the master in her heart is not like this.
Black Owl is the one being attacked, but she remains unharmed.
This means that the master in front of her is a manifestation of Black Owl's subconscious, which is why he has so many flaws in front of her!
"Little girl, all your skills were taught by your master. If I were to make a move, you probably wouldn't be able to beat me." The fake Mo Linxian still smiled at Ji Fengyao, but the smile in his eyes was icy cold.
"Brother Xiao Chen, quickly concentrate on thinking about my master, he is an illusion you created!" Ji Fengyao shouted urgently to Hei Xiao.
Upon hearing this, the fake Mo Linxian's expression finally changed drastically: "You little brat, you actually saw through it! But it's no use. In Ling Qing's heart, Mo Linxian is the only person in this world who can fight him to a draw. Little girl, he may not die, but you are doomed!"
"Um!"
Black Owl wanted to get up to help the little female bandit, but as soon as he stood up, he was shaken back down by the storm that raged in his mind.
Ji Fengyao was naturally familiar with her master's moves.
However, her cultivation level at this time was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and in her previous life, her cultivation level at this time was only at the late Core Formation stage, not yet at the Nascent Soul stage.
She is no match for her master now!
Having narrowly dodged the attack from the fake Mo Linxian, Ji Fengyao urgently said to Hei Xiao, "Brother Xiao Chen, he is a product of your subconscious. If you really want to help me, you must despise him from the bottom of your heart and weaken him infinitely, only then will I have a chance to survive!"
"Ling Qing, Ling Qing... Han Yu... Big popsicle..."
"Weaken him...disregard him...!"
Yunxiao and Ji Fengyao's voices echoed incessantly in Hei Xiao's mind, shaking his soul so much that he could barely control himself.
The fake Mo Linxian attacked Ji Fengyao intermittently, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Even so, the huge disparity in strength caused Ji Fengyao to suffer greatly, taking a blow to the chest and abdomen, which damaged her internal organs.
"Bang!"
The lake-blue long sleeve swept over again, and Ji Fengyao couldn't dodge in time, taking another blow to her back.
She coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Sensing the struggling yet guilty look in Pang Heixiao's eyes as he looked on in extreme pain, the little bandit suddenly smiled at him and said, "Brother Xiao Chen, I'm fine. Keep going, you can do it!"
"Can't you see? His own soul is almost shattered, how can he care about you?" the fake Mo Linxian said coolly.
In a flash, the fake Mo Linxian leaned forward, pinched the little bandit's delicate chin, and said in a very innocent voice, "Oh dear, my most beloved disciple, how did you get so badly injured? It's not easy to find someone alive, and your master can't bear to see you die like this."
"Pooh!"
Ji Fengyao spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "You pathetic phantom spirit who doesn't even have a self-form, even if you put on my master's skin, you will never be a human, never become him, you are not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"
"Since that's the case, then go die, just like you nourished him every day, just like you did back then and now," the fake Mo Linxian said, gripping the little bandit's slender neck tightly and pushing her to the ground.
Before Ji Fengyao could even process the meaning of his words, she took out a short dagger from her storage ring and forcefully stabbed it into his abdomen.
This is the last thing she can do now, a full-force attack!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
