At first, Zhu Miaoer just thought he was pretending to be a ghost, but suddenly, the buzzing sound of the copper plates became more and more noisy, as if countless people were chanting scriptures in her ears.

The strange thing is that she didn't feel upset. She was looking ahead in trance, her mind going blank.

There is no other color between heaven and earth, only the back of the man in blue shirt standing with his hands behind his hands, and his ethereal voice.

"Welcome to my hometown of Vacuum."

Her pupils gradually lost their luster, and finally a lotus-shaped mark appeared. With a bang, her body fell heavily to the ground, and there was no more movement.

Tianqiaoxing, defeated!

Chen Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his body suddenly swelled back up as if it had been inflated. Seeing that the matter had been resolved, his mind couldn't help but become more active.

He stepped forward in a few steps, carefully picked up the wooden stick that Zhu Miao'er had just thrown away, and stroked it with his palms. Water ripples appeared on the surface of the wooden stick, and soon it returned to the appearance of autumn water.

"What a treasure, I almost lost it in its hands this time. It's a pity that the pearl is covered in dust, so it was wasted in this woman's hands. Altar master, this sword..."

Sikong Jian yawned and said lazily: "It's up to you. Don't forget to go back to the lower cabin to distribute the talisman water again. Being so noisy early in the morning has delayed my sleep... practice."

Chen Ye pretended not to hear the other party's lazy dog ​​declaration, and asked: "Ning Yan is not here, and our ears and eyes in the lower cabin have not seen him. What should we do?"

"It doesn't matter, I guess we can go to the top floor through the secret passage. Anyway, there are people from the Tianyi Pavilion up there to greet him, so we don't have to worry about it."

"But I still don't understand why I didn't just kill him. If he can reveal the secrets of Liansheng Taoist soldiers, we can't keep this kind of person."

Sikongjian picked up the copper plate on the ground, played with it in his palm for a moment, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If I say this is the holy will of the Inanimate Mother, would you believe it?"

"How is this, this, this possible!" Chen Ye was dumbfounded.

"How is it impossible? Maybe he is the face of Wu Sheng Lao Mu? Anyway, I think he looks pretty decent..."

Is it allowed to say this nonsense??

Chen Ye took a breath of cold air and knelt down with a pop. He covered his ears and kept muttering: "My mother is Wusheng. It's what Sikong Jian said. Don't care about my affairs. Every wrongdoer has his own debtor."

Don't look for me, don't look for me..."

Sikong Jian continued to analyze: "No one can escape the three causes, four winds and seven calamities, even the great master. But I have never seen such a person..."

"There is no past, no present, and no future."

"I can't see anything in him."

Chen Ye felt goosebumps all over his body. He stopped talking to himself, shrank his neck and said, "Is this still a human being? Could it be that he is a lonely ghost?"

Sikong Jian rubbed his chin, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized: "It's also possible that he is an illegitimate son left behind by his unborn mother!"
Chapter completed!