My Master is Lin Zhengying

His grandma's, came to this ghost place again.

Here is the altar of Qijuemen that Nanchen often came to in his dreams.

After a while, he drifted to the center of the altar.

The surroundings are still familiar, except for the altar and the four black-robed mages whose faces cannot be seen.

Everything is exactly the same.

I still exist in the form of black mist.

Only one pair of eyes.

And just as he appeared in the center of the altar, another cloud of black mist floated over.

Like him, it was also a black mist with a pair of eyes.

And there is a layer of haze in front of the eyes, unable to really see.

Neither of them could speak, they could only look around like that.

At the same time, black mist surged directly ahead.

As if space warped.

Holding a white bone staff and shrouded in black robes, the high priest of Qijuemen came out of the darkness.

"Meet the High Priest..."

The high priest ignored it.

Looking at Nanchen and another cloud of black mist.

In his mouth, he said lightly:

"Has there been any results?"

A black-robed mage took a step forward:

"Report to the High Priest, now we can tell the difference.

They are a man and a woman.

This consciousness group from nowhere is a man.

The consciousness group that was determined to be near Jinling City was a woman. "

The black-robed mage pointed to Guide Chen and another cloud of black mist.

At the same time, the black mist forms of the two suddenly changed.

Nan Chen found that he had turned into a human form.

The black mist next to it also turned into a human form.

Concave and convex, different from myself, obviously a woman.

At the same time, the two of them could turn their heads slightly, but they still couldn't speak.

As a result, the High Priest of Qijue Sect saw him and snorted coldly on the spot.

As soon as he raised his hand, the black-robed mage of Qijuemen flew over on the spot.

Choked by the high priest:

"What the deity wants is their appearance, not men and women.

Master, I'm tired of waiting.

You tell the deity, these three months.

You only distinguish between men and women? "

The black robe mage was terrified:

"The big and the big sacrificed and spared life, and the small and small really, really tried their best.

And it is certain that this woman, this woman is in Jinling City..."

The high priest waved his hand again, like throwing garbage.

Throw the black-robed mage aside.

Then he said:

"Can you really be sure they can't hear our conversation?"

Another black-robed mage said:

"It can be the high priest, their current form is only ideology.

Can only see, can't speak, can't hear.

We are all covered in black robes, even if they can talk, they don't know what we are talking about..."

Hearing this, Nan Chen's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder.