Fantasy Simulator

"What do you want to do?"

Standing on the spot, feeling the sword spirit in his mind, Chen Heng asked the most important question.

What does the existence of the Sword Spirit mean, and what was the existence of the self-proclaimed Sword Spirit in the past, these questions are very important, but they are not the most important at the moment.

Right now, for Chen Heng, the most important question is the purpose of this sword spirit.

"I have no ill will towards you."

In his mind, Sword Spirit shook his head, and then started his own actions.

The next moment, an inexplicable force surged up, rapidly emerging in Chen Heng's induction.

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness disappeared instantly, and he was pulled into a void of space.

The surrounding environment changed, and when Chen Heng regained consciousness, he had come to another place.

In front of him is a deep, dark space, surrounded by darkness, and no light can be seen.

The next moment, Chen Heng's figure appeared here.

When his figure appeared, the surroundings lit up, illuminating a figure in front of him.

Chen Heng raised his head and looked forward.

Ahead, a young man's figure stood there.

The young man was dressed in a moon-white robe and had a handsome appearance, but his face looked pale and seemed a little weak.

The same is true of his body, which seems to be a little illusory.

As if it could disappear at any time.

Standing in the same place, looking at the young man, Chen Heng was calm on the surface, but he was thinking frantically in his heart.

The opponent's body is obviously not normal, not a real body of flesh and blood, this place is definitely not the place just now, but it may not be a different place.

Although the contact time was not long, the opponent's strength was obviously not strong, judging from the fact that the opponent needed to live in the sword to incarnate as a sword spirit, and Chen Heng needed to take the initiative to contact him.

No matter whether it was strong or not, but now, the power of the opponent has obviously weakened to a certain extent, and it is impossible to have such power to move people away at will.

Otherwise, he doesn't need to wait for Chen Heng to take the initiative to touch the sword, and take Chen Heng away directly, wouldn't it be more enjoyable?

At the same time, Chen Heng also observed that his body also seemed to be a bit wrong. Similar to the body of the young man on the other side, it also seemed a little illusory, but it was much more solid compared to the other side.

"The spiritual world?"

Suddenly, this thought flashed through his mind.

"This is not the outside world, but a field I temporarily constructed with my soul..."

On the opposite side, the young man's face was pale, and at this moment he slowly said, "I have no ill intentions towards you."

"I'm looking for you just because you're special."

"special?"

When the words fell, Chen Heng was a little surprised, but at this time he smiled: "I don't think there is anything special about me."

Speaking of special, he is indeed quite special.

Whether it is his identity as a traverser or the existence of a simulator, it is enough to make him a very special existence.

But he didn't think that the person in front of him could see through this.

Apart from these, he felt that there was nothing special about him, so that the other party deliberately treated him like this.

"Your spiritual sense is extraordinarily powerful."

On the opposite side, the young man coughed and his face seemed to become even paler: "I was hidden in the sword, and it has been silent for many years."

"Under normal circumstances, others can't detect my existence at all, but you can."

"Isn't that something special?"

Looking at Chen Heng, he smiled and said, "What's even better is that you have extraordinary aptitude and perfect spiritual roots. You are indeed a natural immortal seedling."

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

He smiled, and at this time he couldn't help opening his mouth and said with such a smile.

"Natural Immortal Seedlings?"

Hearing this, Chen Heng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, raising his vigilance in his heart.

The aptitude of his body is indeed quite good, even Chen Heng can feel the difference.

However, Song Qi's change came first. At this moment, when he heard the other party say this, he subconsciously had some bad thoughts.

The guy in front of him, wouldn't he have taken a fancy to his aptitude and wanted to do something about taking a house?

There was vigilance in his heart, but it didn't show on the surface, just a look of doubt: "Really?"

"But I think my aptitude seems to be very poor. I have been practicing for several months, but I still can't build a foundation."

He pretended to be ignorant, as if he really felt that his talent was poor.

"Without the supply of spiritual things, it is naturally difficult to build a foundation on its own."

On the opposite side, listening to Chen Heng's words, the young man smiled, and then said, "With your qualifications, as long as you have enough spiritual things to supply, you will be able to soar into the sky."

"Let me ask you, are you willing to join my Wan Dynasty Sword Sect?"

He looked at Chen Heng and asked directly.

"Enter... Wan Dynasty Sword Sect?"

When the voice fell, Chen Heng was suddenly a little surprised.

It's not to seize the house, but to see his aptitude and want him to enter the Wan Dynasty Sword Sect?

It also seems logical to think about.

It seems normal for a descendant of a sect that has vanished to see an immortal seedling with excellent aptitude and think about bringing it under the sect?

In any case, this result is better than the sack.

If it's really taking the house, then it's really troublesome.

Although the person in front of him looked weak and only had one breath left, he was an old monster who didn't know how many years ago.

By then the results were quite bad.

Even if he died, it was nothing to Chen Heng, but after all, it took 500 simulation points to acquire this identity.

If you can not die, it is better not to die.

This thought flashed through Chen Heng's mind, and he had already made a decision, but there was a look of hesitation on the surface.

Even if you have already decided to ask for an answer, if you agree too quickly without even thinking about it, it will give the other party a bad feeling.

Therefore, there was a look of hesitation on his face. After hesitating for a while, he asked: "As far as I know, the Wan Dynasty Sword Sect has already disappeared in this great domain..."

"It's okay."

For Chen Heng's hesitation, the young man was not dissatisfied at all, but smiled: "Although the Holy Land has moved away, there are still many things left in this large area."

"If you are willing to worship me as a teacher and join my Ten Thousand Dynasty Sword Sect, then you will be the only disciple of the Holy Land in this great region."

"These things are naturally yours too."

Looking at Chen Heng, he opened his mouth seriously and said, "Although there are not many things left in these places, it is enough for your initial cultivation."

"When you reach the realm of transformation in the future, you can travel across domains and find a way to find the holy land of the past."

"That being the case, the disciple will meet the master."

Hearing this, Chen Heng didn't hesitate any longer, just nodded and bowed.

According to common sense, the other party's words have already reached this level, and there is no reason to refuse.

That being the case, Chen Heng naturally bowed to the other party's door.

Anyway, from the current point of view, he is not at a loss.

"So good."

The young man smiled, then continued to speak and said his name: "Remember, my name is Dan Qingzi."

When the voice fell, Chen Heng was about to nod his head.

However, I saw the surrounding scenery changing, quickly disappearing, and then quickly returning to the previous position.

Standing still, Chen Hengwang looked in front of him.

In front of him, the silver long sword was still standing, holding it in his hand.

He maintained his previous posture and just stood there alone.

On the side, Song Qi was still observing Baojian, and he laughed excitedly from time to time.

Looking at it like this, it seems that he doesn't know anything about what happened to Chen Heng.

Looking at Song Qi's reaction, Chen Heng felt a little relieved, and then looked around.

"Master?"

He tentatively muttered.

"I am still here."

In my mind, Dan Qingzi's voice sounded again, but it seemed much weaker at the moment.

Looking at it like this, the previous action was not a small consumption for him, so he could not help but start to weaken at this moment.

"The Yinhua sword in front of me is the body of the teacher. You can take it with you and carry it with you."

In his head, Dan Qingzi's voice was extremely tired.