Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Qi Jin felt dizzy after being shaken by him, nodded and said, "I asked him."

"What?" Nan Heng didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

"Senior Brother told me that the seal of the Demon Sealing Forbidden Land was broken, and the two Senior Sisters were injured just because they wanted to come here to make a wish."

"So you were tempted after hearing it?" Nan Heng frowned.

Why doesn't this silly boy have a brain?Su Ye is obviously trying to lure you into the bait!

But Qi Jin, who has no brains, still thinks he is quite smart: "At that time... I had some ideas. But Junior Brother Nan, I didn't ask Senior Brother explicitly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to tell me how to deal with the Mirror Demon!"

Ha ha……

He thinks that if he is short of money in the future, he can secretly sell Qi Jin, maybe this guy will count the money for him.

boom!

A loud crash interrupted their conversation.

The bronze mirror, which was as big as a wall, was violently shaken by the mirror monster inside.

"Where is Pan Lang?! I want to see Pan Lang! Let him come to see me!"

"You hypocritical monks! Die! You all deserve to die!"

The mirror demon's slender and distorted shadow was reflected on the bronze mirror, beating the mirror wall desperately with both hands.

Suddenly, her pair of pale hands broke out from the mirror, and grabbed Nan Heng and Qi Jin!

"Junior Brother Nan, be careful!"

Qi Jin stopped drinking, and both of them drew their swords to face each other, quickly slashing at the pair of arms stretched in front of them.

The arm has been stretched for three or four meters, it is very strange, the two wrestled with it, cut off the slender hand, but soon the hand will return to its original state, and it will grab the neck of the two.

Qi Jin's swordsmanship is superb, and he can handle it with ease. Although Nan Heng uses Liumu, his own level is not high, and it is still a bit difficult.

The two men cut off their arms again, unexpectedly, the bronze mirror trembled violently, and several pale and strangely long arms stretched out from inside.

That arm was so fast that it was not afraid of the two swords at all. It twisted and twisted, strangled the two people's necks, and then threw the two people on the ground fiercely.

"Uh...cough cough!"

Nan Heng was blinded by the fall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was in severe pain all over his body, his neck was pinched by a pale hand, and he could hardly breathe.

Qi Jin was not optimistic either. He was entangled by one hand and fell on the side mountain wall. His body was covered in blood and he couldn't move at all.

Nan Heng gritted his teeth, still holding the Liumu in his hand, he remembered the formula Xiao Tingxun taught him when he helped him sort out his spiritual veins one night, and he recited it silently.

In an instant, the edge of the Liumu sword was covered with a layer of flowing water, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and stabbed at that arm suddenly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The enchanting female ghost in the bronze mirror screamed shrilly, and then let go of him suddenly, and those pale ghost hands retracted instantly.

Nan Heng was able to escape, and quickly ran to Qi Jin's side to help him up.

"Brother Qi, how are you?"

Qi Jin coughed violently. He put Nan Heng's shoulders on his shoulders, took a long time to recover, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, first...ask the mirror demon first."

Nan Heng's face darkened: "Still asking? Our lives are going to die."

"Ask." Qi Jin pushed him away, "We finally got here, we have to ask!"

In this assessment, if he wants to win, he must win.

Nan Heng stared at Qi Jin's back as he stumbled towards the bronze mirror, and sighed.

He didn't know what Qi Jin was obsessed with, but he couldn't really leave him here alone.

After striding over to Qi Jin, the two stood together in front of the huge bronze mirror.

The mirror demon inside might have been terribly tortured, only a curled up black shadow was reflected in the bronze mirror, whimpering uncontrollably.

This is an opportunity, Nan Heng thought carefully about the few words the mirror demon said before.

But apart from Pan Lang and Cherry Fruit, he couldn't find any other information.

"Hey, stupid 8." After hesitating for a moment, Nan Heng woke up the system, "Mirror demon dungeon, is there a difficulty level? I'm applying to switch to the easy mode."

Soon, System 88 responded: [Current difficulty level: S.To lower the difficulty level, you need to deduct the host's cool point or favorability, please choose carefully. 】

Now, his refreshing point value has reached 500 points, and he is only 100 points away from being exchanged for the props assessed by the new disciples; his favorability with Xiao Tingxun has also reached 800 points, so naturally he would use the ones with high values ​​to exchange up.

Sui said: "Deduct the favorability, I want the simplest mode."

[Current difficulty level; C, deducting 400 favorability points from the host, the current favorability point is: 400, cool point value: 500. 】

Nan Heng rubbed the center of his eyebrows, forked the system in his mind, adjusted the difficulty level, and deducted half of his favorability, it was too dark, and he didn't know how many times he would have to hold Xiao Tingxun's little hand to get it back.

"Ok?"

In the bronze mirror, the black shadow huddled together suddenly let out an exclamation, and after a while, the black shadow stretched out, as if it was the figure of a slender woman.

The woman twisted her waist and stuck to the surface of the bronze mirror, as if she was tapping the mirror wall with her fingers, making a sound of "duk tuk tuk".

Then he opened his mouth and said, "Who is here? What is it?"

Qi Jin seemed to be frightened, and took a few steps back, vigilantly clenched Hanming in his hands, for fear that the mirror demon would go crazy again later.

Nan Heng hooked the corners of his mouth and sneered, as expected of a simple mode, straightforward enough.

He said: "I wait for those who wish, please..."

He paused for a moment, thinking that those dragon singing grasses seemed to have said something about the demon master before, and said: "I also ask the demon master to give me some pointers."

The figure of the woman in the mirror swayed: "Prayers, after your wish is fulfilled, you need to offer your own soul to support me. Are you willing?"

Qi Jin's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately: "I wish!"

Nan Heng didn't have time to stop him, he sighed and rubbed his brow with throbbing veins, this kid might not be a fool.

Swish!

From the bronze mirror, another pale hand stretched out, but it didn't go crazy, and directly grabbed Qi Jin, pulling him into the mirror in an instant.

Nan Heng frowned and watched, momentarily in a dilemma, not knowing whether to follow in or not.

But the mirror demon spoke again: "You have nothing to ask for?"

"The fear in your heart, the unpredictable future, the prayer in your heart, you can do whatever you want."

Nan Heng shook his head: "No."

The black shadow in the bronze mirror suddenly twisted several times like a water snake, and then a silver bell-like laughter sounded: "No? Really not?

What about him? "

Suddenly, the black shadow in the bronze mirror faded away, and the brass-colored mirror suddenly rippled, and then Xiao Tingxun's tall and cold figure appeared.

Nan Heng shook his cold palm, and involuntarily staggered back a step.

The Xiao Tingxun in the mirror smiled at him, stretched out his onion-like jade fingers, and said in a gentle voice, "Heng'er, come here."

Nan Heng frowned, but the hand just stopped in front of him, Xiao Tingxun smiled gently, which he had never seen before.

By coincidence, he put his hand on it.

The wind was blowing in his ears, but Nan Heng didn't pay attention to his surroundings, he only stared at the person in front of him who was leading him.

"Hey, have you heard?"

Suddenly an old woman's voice came from next to her ear, Nan Heng looked for the sound, and found herself standing in a bustling downtown, next to an old woman wrapped in a turban holding the hand of an old woman, chattering with.

"Duan Ei Terrace in the west of the city, a fairy is going to be executed today!"

"Is it true or not? Isn't it true that the broken platform has not been used for more than a hundred years?"

"Who knows, if you want me to say, there's nothing good about cultivating immortals, so what if you live long? Don't you just kill if you want to kill, kill if you want to kill?"

"Who says it's not. But, there's something exciting to watch!"

Break the villain?Xianjun?

Where is this?

"Master, we are here..." Nan Heng wanted to ask Xiao Tingxun, but when he turned around, the person who was holding his hand just now had disappeared.

"Master?" His heart jumped violently, and he looked around to find the blue and indifferent figure that day.

but.

There are crowds of people here, crowded and crowded, he looked at it at a glance, and he looked everywhere, no, no, nowhere.

"Is it from the Changqing sect?"

"Yes, it's a crime, it's hiding the demons, it's been discovered."

Beside, there were chattering voices entering Nan Heng's ears.

"But the Demon Race, wasn't it destroyed by a group of small sects led by the Five Great Immortals a few years ago? How can there still be Demon Race?"

"It's the son of the old devil. I heard that he was rescued by Lord Yuqing. The old devil died, and now the little devil has become a devil."

"That should be killed! What kind of fairy king is you if you are with the demons?"

boom!

In the head, something exploded.

Mozun?Changqing faction?Mr. Yuqing?

what happened?What exactly happened here? !

Isn't his seal untied yet?

Nan Heng stretched out his hand to grab the tongue-twisting man beside him, wanting to ask him where the evil platform is, but when he stretched out his hand, he passed through the man's body.

Can't touch it?He suddenly widened his eyes, and looked down at his hands in a daze.

However, there was nothing unusual.

"Come on! It's about to start!"

In the crowd, a clear female voice suddenly sounded, as if calling for companions.

Nan Heng looked in that direction, and saw a wide platform not far away from the crowd.

Without caring about anything else, he passed through the crowd and rushed over there.

The people huddled together stretched their necks one by one, looking towards the broken platform in the middle, they quacked like crazy hungry ducks waiting to be fed.

Nan Heng walked out from the crowd, he stood at the front of the crowd, and saw the people who were bound by the immortal rope on the stage of breaking evil.

In the sky blue feather shirt, the ink was scattered on the back of the shoulders, and there was no fear or flinch on that cold face.

Xiao Tingxun raised his chin slightly, and the clear and elegant lines outlined his arrogance.

On the main seat of the Broken Evil Terrace, sat a middle-aged man with elegant and luxurious clothes. The man had a bright yellow hair crown on his head, and a large bat pattern was embroidered on his ocher-colored robe.

It's... Zhou Gan!Currently the head of Guchen Pavilion, the largest sect in the world of cultivating immortals.

Nan Heng's black eyes suddenly turned dark.

He was the one who led the five great immortals to force the protagonist and Xiao Tingxun into Xuanyan Cave, where they both died!

Why is he here?Why arrest Xiao Tingxun?

What on earth does he want to do? !

"Elder Yuqing of the Changqing sect, who followed the wrong path and harbored the Demon Lord, deserves to be punished for a heinous crime! Now he will be punished on the stage of breaking the evil, so as to make an example to others! Please, everyone, be a witness!"

Among the noisy voices, Zhou Gan's stern voice resounded.

Nan Heng clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands popped out, and his eyes were red.