"Just have a clear idea in your heart. Remember, you are the inner disciple of our Holy Cloud Palace and one of the candidates for the next Virgin. Don't be emotional!" At the end of the speech, the man in black who couldn't see clearly in the bronze mirror said meaningfully, as if he had some meaning.

"……promise."

The water on the bronze mirror rippled, and soon returned to calm, and turned back to an ordinary bronze mirror, and no trace of the previous one could be seen.

Guo Ni sat in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, and hit the center of the bronze mirror in circle. The bronze mirror drifted out a trace of black air, shattered inch by the black air, and then felt it sucked by the black air.

The mirror in the middle of the dressing mirror is missing a piece, leaving only the surrounding frame.

Guo Ni calmed down and waved his hand. The bronze mirror was quickly filled up again. Instead, it was replaced by a bronze mirror that was exactly the same as before. The light could be seen. But I don’t know if this bronze mirror has any different functions like the same as before.

She stood up as if nothing had happened, turned around the stiff corpse on the ground, and sighed: "You are not lucky, why did you hear it? I've just kept confused because you're very useful for all these years."

Opening his palm, the red light shone in the palm of his palm with black gas, and the bloodlines stretched out little by little to the corpse below. The silk threads were like life, twisting and stretching towards the corpse. In the end, countless black and red silk threads were rooted on the woman like tree roots.

The bundles of red silk threads were bright and red. The silk threads were much thicker to the naked eye, swaying hideously in the air, linking Guo Ni's slim palms and the corpse below.

The palms are fair and shiny, and the standard and pampered noble girl's hand is very incompatible with the hideous and terrifying dark red silk thread. The corpse on the other side it links is even more terrifying.

There was a girl who looked like a delicate and beautiful girl who quickly shrank under the sucking of red silk thread. The red silk thread seemed to be sucking something inside the corpse, shrank little by little until only a layer of pale skin was left.

Guo Ni stopped his hand. The silk threads turned in an inch as if they had eaten, and retracted back into Guo Ni's delicate hand. As the black and red demonic energy disappeared little by little, it quickly returned to normal state.

At this moment, the girl's eyes were red, like a devil from hell, with evil spirits everywhere and a lot of scammers. Not long after, it turned back to the original black and the domineering daughter of the Huyang Sect leader who was familiar to everyone.

If it weren't for the terrifying skin on the ground, I might have thought it was an illusion.

"Go, use this skin to complete your task, and someone will answer you. Be careful, don't take off the spirit beads given by the master."

A ball of black gas quickly jumped out from behind her and drilled into the pale skin. The skin became full again like a ball filled with air, magically returning to the human body and turning back into the maid.

But his eyes, which were also dark red, were evil.

The "reborn" female envoy saluted the girl softly, laughed sweetly, and then left the bedroom, swaying left and right, exuding an indescribable charm.

Guo Ni ignored the other party, waved her hand, and signaled her to leave like a send-off. She stared at the bronze mirror for a while and touched a wooden box in front of the bronze mirror. She gently tapped her fingers, revealing her uneasy thoughts.

"Atong."

A trace of brilliance suddenly flashed in Guo Ni's eyes, like a bright light, illuminating her whole body's spirit.

"Hey! Senior Brother. Why are you here..."

The young and girl left with her.

The room returned to silence. After a long time, a slight wind suddenly rose by the window, as if something had floated by, and it seemed that nothing was useless. The room returned to silence.

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No matter how undercurrents are surging in private, the Huyang Sect will soon usher in their once-in-a-century event. The entire Huyang Sect is lively, and all sects, who are sincerely false, almost all sent people to participate in the temple.

Although they are all young people, they are all promising next generations who are very popular and have a promising future. They are probably sent to see the world and get to know people well.

In fact, although it is the sacred scripture of the Huyang School, it has become a gathering with a strong social nature.

Many young disciples from various sects attended the event, which was even more lively than some small and medium-sized secret realms opened. Anyway, Fuyun Island opened, and Ningxia had never seen so many people.

In such occasions, greetings are inevitable, and secretly contesting and communication are inevitable. There are benign communication, and there are also many vicious fights, and friction between sects is inevitable.

After all, it is impossible to get so many sects together without a competition and fighting.

On such occasions, the Wuhua Sect is really so bright that it can't be brighter. In name, the first sect of righteousness in the southeast border is unknown, and there are countless sects who are secretly discussing and peeping.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Of course, the same is true in the world of cultivation.

There are not many people who are convinced by the sects. The first in the Wuhua Sect is just a comparison of various aspects. There are many people who are dissatisfied with them, and most of them are those who want to lose their face.

In this way, the team of young people is even more energetic. They fight openly and secretly, and they like to stab the soft knife openly and secretly. Even the real brother is choked several times, and the real sword and gun have blocked it several times.

There are still three days left before the ceremony, and almost all the children of all sects have arrived. Those who don’t come here will basically not come again.

So in order to entertain disciples of various sects, Shin-jun Showa ordered Mu Di to hold a banquet for heroes, and invited elite disciples of various sects to exchange experiences.

This immediately aroused everyone's interest.

It is naturally not fun to invite a meal, but this "communication" is a bit interesting. The disciples of all sects readily agreed to the invitation and promised to go on time.

I don’t know that there are generally some expectations. What a grand event is to invite the genius from all over the world to gather together? If you can stand out here, you can even gain a false reputation even if you cannot make a name for yourself.

However, for those insiders in Ningxia, this represents another meaning. Signals, and there will be signals of action.

Ningxia and Lin Pingzhen saw a deep worry in each other's eyes.

It has been many days since Ningxia reported Guo Ni's incident, and since then, the Lord Showa has never summoned them again. Perhaps because she was alone in talking to Guo Ni's soul, there was no need for her to come and attract attention.

In theory, the Huyang School has its own concerns about the subsequent matters, and it is their private matter, so there is probably no need for Ningxia to interfere.

But so many days have passed, there is no news, and there is no movement. As the questioning ceremony is about to begin, the fake guy is still swaying all over the sect, swaying in a stalwart position as the daughter of the sect leader.

If this continues, according to Guo Ni’s previous statement, the other party will come for their treasure, which may be lingering. Ningxia and others are also suspicious.
Chapter completed!