After a busy day, Ningxia went back with the brigade committee and didn't have time to go to Xie Shi to reminisce and chat. Well, even if she had the chance, she couldn't go. She was really exhausted from running around all day.

As soon as Ning Xia returned to the dormitory, she collapsed on the couch like a puddle of mud, so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

During the day, she swore that a monk would not tire so easily, but at the end of the day she could only lie on the couch and rest, unable to do anything. It seemed that the disease was really serious.

Ningxia didn't force it. Anyway, he had already done his best, so he would just follow fate. Worrying too much would be counterproductive.

Since you are tired, let's rest. Let's wait until tomorrow.

Ningxia drove out all the messy things in her mind, tidied herself up, and then went to sleep. It was a rare occasion for her to fall asleep.

To be honest, since the establishment of the foundation, she has slept less and less. Unknowingly, her habits have gradually become more like those of local monks, and her original unshakable schedule has been replaced by meditating all night long.

In the past, this was something she would never have dared to think about. In the first year of coming to the world of cultivation, she had always maintained the habit of sleeping at midnight, and was very confused about the lifestyle of meditating without sleeping.

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Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, she would become like this, and she would become so accustomed to it that she would almost completely replace falling asleep with meditation. At worst, she would practice lying down and rarely fall asleep.

However, in the past year, Ningxia has encountered too many incredible things and close-to-death situations outside. Such constant tension has made it impossible for her to sleep peacefully like she used to.

How dare she sleep?

Who knows whether he will be killed by the living dead in his dream while sleeping? Who knows whether he will be sent to a shop by Wang Zi Xu and his gang while sleeping? Who knows whether he will be killed by the living dead while sleeping?

Kill some gangster spying behind the scenes with a single blow?

Anyway, now Ningxia hardly dares to sleep outside. She can only sleep peacefully when lying down in a sect or a small black box.

It's just that the serious illness she suffered a few days ago was really severe. It took away 70% to 80% of her energy and spirit in one fell swoop. Now she has recovered less than 50%.

So Ningxia has become very lethargic these days, and Jiantian'er is sleeping to make up for the basic loss. If he hadn't gone out to watch today, he might have just lied in the room to catch up on his sleep.

Ningxia has not forgotten that she will go out to watch the competition tomorrow. For seven days in a row, she must not exert too much force. She must cultivate her health and wait for the good show to come.

It's late at night

Ningxia has been asleep for some time. Except for a small number of special people, most of the people in Lianwu City have rested. Everyone is waiting for the sun to rise the next day.

Tomorrow will be a fierce battle.

However, some people like to hatch conspiracies in the dark.

"Is this day finally coming?" The man in the dark room murmured to himself.

It's still the invisible secret room, and the bed in the center has not changed at all. And Patriarch Wu, who is sitting on the couch, still has a cold and indifferent look, as if nothing matters to him.

However, his face that had always been indifferent now revealed a brilliance that had never appeared on this face before, making this face inexplicably lively.

The trace of well-hidden death disappeared without a trace, which made him look much younger, more consistent with his appearance of a young man in his thirties, rather than the old look of forty or fifty years old before.

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However, at this moment, the dark room that had been dark all year round was very bright, illuminating every corner of the entire secret room. The empty secret room was invisible in this burst of soft light.

What was emitting light was the huge ball of spiritual energy suspended in front of his chest. It was very large and had a diameter of half a person's height. If it stood in front of it, it would almost cover up Patriarch Wu who was sitting cross-legged on the couch.

This spiritual power ball is very bright, and seems to be wrapped in something, spinning inside. But it is still unclear what it is. All I know is that it is long and narrow, like a stick.

The spiritual power ball was suspended in mid-air spontaneously, and there was nothing to support it. It just hung alone in mid-air. Moreover, its brightness tended to increase, and the spiritual power in the spiritual power ball became more and more intense.

An endless stream of spiritual energy is extracted from the air into the spiritual ball, supplying this inexplicable spiritual power ball, as if it is gestating something. This scene is really scary to watch.

Seeing such a strange scene, Patriarch Wu did not panic. His eyes flashed with joy, as if he was enjoying it, and the wanton joy in his body was about to overflow.

"Very good. That's it. The stronger you are, the stronger she will be." Wu You's eyes were filled with greed and joy, as if he could get what he wanted in one day.

"Come on, just smoke it. There is a lot of spiritual power here... hahahahaha!" As he spoke, he laughed crazily again, like crazy, which looked completely weird in the dim dark room and the weird light.

Fortunately, this was a secret room, and there was no one around. No one would have witnessed this scene, otherwise it would have been frightening. It can be said to be comparable to a horror movie.

After laughing for a while, the other person stopped. All the distorted emotions on his face disappeared in an instant and returned to the expressionless face before.

For a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently held the spiritual ball, with a cautious expression on his face, as if he wanted to get closer. But he moved and stopped, straightening his waist again.

He looked at this spiritual ball with a very complicated expression.

"Ayao, are you okay? Why haven't you spoken yet? You will be back in this world soon. And you will be stronger than before."

"Are you happy?"

Wu You said nervously, not knowing who he was talking to. But he was clearly the only one in this secret room.

No one answered. The spiritual power ball was still shining brightly, but there was no response.

Wu You didn't care either. There was a stiff smile on his lips, his tone was brisk, and his words were full of affection: "When you come back, we can be together again. No one can stop us this time...

…No one! Are you happy?”

When he said that there was no one around, Wu You's eyes were filled with an extremely morbid emotion. It was unclear whether it was hatred, complacency or pleasure, and finally turned into a creepy fascination.

Then... there was a sudden beating inside the spiritual power ball, as if something was colliding violently, trying desperately to jump out. The thick spiritual power barrier was unmoved, and only black shadows were seen shaking inside.

Seeing the movement of the spiritual power ball, Wu You chuckled lightly, caressed the surface of the spiritual power ball, released his hands, and fell quietly on his knees.

"Ha! Then... just continue. I'll be waiting for you. Don't be afraid..."
Chapter completed!