This caused him to break out in a cold sweat. If it wasn't for the same spiritual mark, he might have been trapped in an illusionary world for the rest of his life because that illusion was too real.

Whatever you think, what you fear, will happen.

Even if he wanted to communicate with Ziluo, there was a possibility that there would be a Ziluo appearing in the next moment. However, the soul imprint was too mysterious. It could not simulate or detect its existence, so it woke him up.

Just when Ling Yun was about to connect with Zi Luo and ask him what this misty purple smoke was, it would suddenly turn illusory and disappear without a trace. It was as if it had completely fused into the air and escaped.

Ling Yun was stunned, he never thought that a ball of smoke would be able to escape. He immediately became angry and shouted coldly: "Can you escape? The azure lotus Sword Song! "

The nine identical azure lotus's appeared out of thin air as if they were made of amethyst. After a series of rotations, the lotus leaves slowly bloomed, and a sharp Sword Qi began to wreak havoc, enveloping the entire area and turning everything within a hundred meter into the world of Sword Qi.

The azure lotus Sword Song was the ultimate move of the azure lotus Sword Art, its power comparable to a quasi-heaven level martial skill.

Ripples appeared in the air as dense fog drifted in the air. Strands of dense purple gas appeared in the air and slowly gathered to form an intangible cloud of smoke.

Just as Ling Yun thought that it was a success, the purple smoke suddenly exploded without any warning, transforming into strands of purple qi s that shot out in all directions.

Ling Yun's expression slightly changed, he did not expect such unexpected events to occur again and again, but even though he was surprised, he did not panic. With a cold laugh, he formed a strange handprint, and immediately, the Sword Qi that was wreaking havoc slowly contracted, finally transforming into a gigantic transparent cage of Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi cage was illusory and transparent, but it was indestructible. No matter how the purple smoke rushed out, it was unable to break out, and lastly, it converged, transforming into a ball of purple smoke. A bizarre aura pervaded out, and instantly enveloped Ling Yun.

Unsurprisingly, Ling Yun felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had forgotten something. He only felt himself leaning on a ball of softness, and the faint fragrance of his body drifted into his nostrils.

Looking up, he saw a young girl wearing a pink dress looking at him with worry. Her beautiful eyes were filled with worry, exhaustion and a hint of haggardness.

The current Ling Yun was being carried by this young girl, and his head rested on her full chest.

Ling Yun never thought that he would already be prepared, and even be struck by the opponent's illusion techniques.

This young lady was without a doubt Ling'er. Not only that, she was Ling'er who didn't wear a veil, so her face was delicate and pretty. Her pretty eyebrows were curved, her eyes were like distant mountains.

Seeing Ling Yun looking over, the girl's eyes were filled with joy, her eyes reddened, and she said: "Big brother Ling Yun, you're finally awake, you're scaring Ling'er.

You better be alright, if you're not here, how are Ling'er going to live? is still waiting for you there.

As long as you are fine, Ling'er can do whatever you want.

"Ugh …"

Ling Yun was stupefied for a while, and he felt like his head was about to split apart as he subconsciously frowned.

Seeing that, the young lady became even more worried, and asked anxiously: "Big brother Ling Yun, are you alright, is your injury still not healed?"

Ling Yun regained his senses, wanting to reach out and rub the center of his brows, but he realized that he couldn't move his hand at all, and only felt waves of pain assaulting him.

When he looked up, he was shocked by his miserable state. He saw that his body was covered with a layer of ointment and was wrapped in layers of white cloth. He looked like a mummy.