My Master is Lin Zhengying

Everyone went outside to blow the cool breeze and returned to the room.

That night, Nan Chen had a hard time falling asleep.

Based on the original plot of "Music Zombie".

The event started from the sixth day of the first day.

And tomorrow is the sixth day.

The plot is approaching step by step, and the danger is coming.

No matter how good Nan Chen's mental quality was, he still felt anxious and nervous.

It wasn't until very late that Nan Chen fell into a deep sleep.

But who knows, Nan Chen fell asleep not long ago.

In a daze, he came to that dream space again.

Falling continuously in the darkness, as if walking through an abyss.

After a long time, Nan Chen saw the strange and cold altar of Qijuemen again.

The ghostly fire, the blood-red sacrificial oration.

There are also the four black-robed mages who look like haggard.

All of this made Nan Chen feel inexplicably tense.

"I, why did I come here.

Has your own consciousness been summoned by the other party again? "

Nan Chen was terrified, and this voice echoed in his mind.

Nan Chen came here several times, through his deduction and observation.

and the information collected so far.

Here is the reason for bringing him to this dimensional world.

It was this altar of Qijuemen that tore through the barrier of the dimensional world.

Confused, he was pulled here.

This is also the place Nan Chen vowed to find.

After a burst of panic and anxiety.

Nan Chen calmed down.

He found himself emerging from the situation.

Like last time, it was a hazy black mist.

Can't move, can't make sound.

He could only helplessly, staring at the altar in front of him.

It seems that his appearance was summoned by this altar.

However, this time something is different.

Except for his black mist.

Beside him, there was a cloud of black mist.

Nan Chen noticed the black mist, and vaguely found that the black mist had a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were bright and full of doubt.

Also kept looking at him.

Just them, unable to call back and communicate of any kind.

at the same time.

Right in front of them, the space above the altar suddenly distorted.

The next moment, the black mist condensed.

A black-robed sorcerer in a gold-rimmed black robe and holding a white bone staff appeared.

As soon as he appeared, he exuded an inexplicable coercion and aura.

The four black-robed mages standing around the altar bowed respectfully and shouted:

"See High Priest..."

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Nan Chen was in a haze, looking at the high priest of Qijuemen who was holding a white bone cane in front of him.

This was already the second time Nan Chen had seen him.

The last time was before the plot of "Exorcism Daoist" started.

But I didn't expect that my own consciousness would come to this place inexplicably so soon.