Cheng Ziming and the leopard walked one after the other, and walked closely into the huge teleportation light gate. When approaching the portal www.biquge.info Cheng Ziming felt a fluctuation of spiritual power, and after entering the door, he immediately felt that his body was wrapped in a warm spiritual power, and then there was a brief dizziness. Immediately after, a cold air rushed to the face.

This cold air was cold and slippery, and the chill went straight to the bone marrow, so cold that Cheng Ziming was shocked, and he hurriedly transported the spiritual power around his body, and then he felt better. Looking around, I saw that I was in a courtyard paved with blue bricks. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, illuminating everything in the courtyard. The courtyard is very large, and the architectural style is a small temple. The main hall is gray bricks and gray tiles, and there is a gold plaque hanging on the door, on which are written the three big characters of "Ghost King Temple". The side halls of the two sides are slightly shorter than the main hall, and they are also of the same style of gray bricks and gray tiles.

In the distance, there was a porch on the courtyard wall, and the gate was tightly closed, and it seemed that it was supposed to be the road to the outside. In addition to Cheng Ziming, there were eleven or twelve spirit disciples in the courtyard, sitting or standing, vigilantly keeping a distance from each other. The light in the main hall and the side hall flickered, and there was a faint sound of conversation and laughter, and it seemed that there were many spiritual disciples resting in it.

"It's so cold! It's so cold! What the hell is this place!" the leopard shrank at Cheng Ziming's feet, complaining incessantly.

Cheng Ziming didn't know how to be a leopard, he just found a person in the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel a huge physical and mental shock, and he had not fully recovered from the shock at this time.

The man was standing not far from Cheng Ziming, and he seemed to have just recovered from the adverse reaction of teleportation. He dressed very strangely and didn't fit in with everyone. There was no crown on his head, no scarf, not even a bun or long hair that immortal cultivators often comb, but a short hair that was very neatly trimmed. He wears a short-sleeved shirt with a round neck, and the front of the shirt is not buttoned, but printed with a peculiar pattern. It was an offbeat pattern, printed on a white outfit, depicting a cat with a dry back half of its body, locked in a box. The man wears knee-length pants and a strange pair of shoes with exposed toes.

"Xin Yue!" Cheng Ziming silently read the name in his heart, holding back the excitement on his face. He felt as if he had traveled through time and space, looking at himself in the mirror. The familiar "Schrödinger" T-shirt, green shorts, and beloved flip-flops...... With that familiar face, all of this, isn't it the former self, the previous life, the self who is troubled and sad and lives on the earth?

At this time, Cheng Ziming didn't know whether he was sad or happy, but he and Xin Yue looked at each other silently, and the two of them were obviously two completely different people from the appearance and dress, but they were like looking in the mirror, and what they saw in their eyes was completely themselves. The two stood by acquiescence, letting the leopard rub back and forth on Cheng Ziming's legs, babbling and complaining.

After a moment, Cheng Ziming suddenly felt the gaze of others in the distance, and then lowered his head, he suddenly felt that it was better not to expose Xin Yue's identity at this time. At the same time, Xin Yue also didn't look over, and retreated in the direction away from Cheng Ziming, until Xin Yue's body was completely close to the courtyard wall, hidden in the shadow of the courtyard wall under the moon.

Cheng Ziming felt very mysterious at this time, as if a person had two bodies at the same time, and they were spiritually connected with each other and sensed each other. The two bodies have different perspectives and feelings, but they are also mind-to-mind, and they are not disturbed or affected by distance at all. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, and it sounded that I had seen a kind of "soul splitting technique" in a certain classic before, saying that if an immortal cultivator has a certain amount of cultivation, he can separate part of his divine consciousness and achieve a second doppelganger, maybe the situation at this time is similar to the situation of the second doppelganger?

But his cultivation is obviously very ordinary, and he has never learned the "Soul Splitting Technique", how can this happen? And before coming to this small world, he had never seen Xin Yue appear, why did he suddenly appear at this time? A series of questions made Cheng Ziming feel restless, and he had a headache, so he had to stare at himself secretly, and after returning to the big world, he must find a few more classics about Divine Consciousness, "Soul Splitting Technique", and the second doppelganger to study carefully.

Just as Cheng Ziming was racking his brains and thinking, he suddenly felt a man and a woman not far away walking towards him. Since coming to this courtyard, the rest of the spirit disciples are guarding against each other, and the appearance of this man and woman taking the initiative to communicate unusually makes Cheng Ziming quickly put down his thoughts and secretly watch out in his heart.

The man who came was about twenty years old, wearing a shiny robe, with a somewhat flattering smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. The woman is petite, and the appearance of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl is very sexy and exposed, without the slightest sense of youthfulness that a girl should have. She did not wear a close-fitting bandeau, but tied a bright red ribbon on her chest, and a piece of green jade pendant hanging from her neck was just sunk in the deep groove of her chest. The cyan long skirt on the lower body is loosely tied between the crotch, revealing a snow-white belly, and the carved jewelry of red crystals is worn between the navels, which makes the waist more graceful and the skin is better than snow.

She wore a light white gauze wide-sleeved open coat on the outside, but the white gauze was almost transparent, without the slightest concealment effect, and even the tattoo of the black peony on her upper arm could be seen clearly through the outer shirt. And the openness of this tunic naturally hangs down at the sides of her body, fluttering outward as she walks, revealing her slightly trembling chest and gently swaying waist and abdomen.

Cheng Ziming has drifted from the realm of human immortal cultivators to the demon land, and he can be regarded as knowledgeable when he travels south and north, and the vast majority of female cultivators who can be seen are wide-sleeved and long-skirted, and they are very reserved in dressing, and it is still very rare to deliberately expose their bodies like this.

The man walked straight up to Cheng Ziming, with a flattering smile on his face, but only a bright look in his eyes. He bowed deeply to Cheng Ziming and said with a smile: "Daoist friends are polite." Under Gu Xiaoqi, this is the sister of the family, known as Gu Siniang. What do you call Daoyou?"

Cheng Ziming thought that the man and woman were a pair of lovers, but now he heard that the woman with a very girlish face was actually the sister of this man in his twenties, so he couldn't help but be very surprised, and looked at the woman a few more times. Unexpectedly, she just met Gu Siniang's eyes that smiled even more charmingly, so frightened that she hurriedly turned her gaze back and said to Gu Xiaoqi: "In the next Cheng Ziming, the two Taoist friends are polite." ”

That Gu Siniang chuckled, and suddenly asked, "May I ask Brother Cheng, the ghost cultivator who teleported with you is your old friend?" I saw that you had been looking at him just now, and it seemed that they knew each other." ”

Gu Siniang's voice was deliberately soft, but her words pointed directly at Xin Yue, and she seemed to think that Xin Yue was a ghost cultivator, and it seemed that she had been secretly observing this direction for a long time.

Cheng Ziming lowered his head and turned his thoughts, only to feel that the cold wind behind him was blowing extremely cold.