Chapter 1017 Strange Mirror

Before Zhangǎohua landed, his spiritual consciousness took a rough look at the location of this large area. As expected, his spiritual consciousness was bounced away from a majestic palace and could not penetrate, and that palace It was also pitch black.

Zhang ǎohua flew outside the palace and looked at the closed door of the palace for a long time. He was about to use the magic formula to try to break the restriction outside the palace, but when he casually dropped his eyes on the ground, There was a hint of surprise on his face, and then, regardless of the restrictions outside the palace, he just pinched the magic formula and escaped underground. When he poked his head out, he was within the restrictions.

It turned out that the restriction only protected the palaces above the ground, while the underground was undefended and completely naked.

% Pig% Pig% Island% Novel ww. Scratching his head, Zhang ǎohua really didn’t understand why this restriction was so lame. Even the restriction he placed when he practiced at night took into account the underground. It will be like this restriction, taking care of your head and not your butt

Most of the palaces within the restriction were no different from ordinary palaces. They were all ordinary and unremarkable, without any vitality fluctuations. Only in one of the rather large rooms, Zhang ǎohua discovered very obscure fluctuations.

Zhang ǎohua went straight to this room without hesitation.

As soon as he entered the room, a strong scent of powder came to his face. Zhang ǎohua looked around, reached out and took out the night pearl, and used the brilliance of the night pearl to see the room clearly.

This room is very luxurious. A large bed that can sleep ten people is placed in the middle of the room. The bed seems to be made of maroon wood. There is a huge pink transparent cover above the bed. The thick beams on the roof of the palace hang down, covering the entire big bed. The big bed was also piled with pink silks, bedding, or something else. Zhangǎohua was not concerned about it. He looked at the row of numerous cabinets on the wall on one side of the palace. There were no cabinets. The door was open, and at a glance, one could see that the cabinet was full of clothes of all colors. Zhang ǎohua swept his consciousness, but there was no fluctuation in vitality, so he just turned his eyes away.

What's left is an extremely gorgeous dressing table opposite the cabinet, and a bronze mirror as tall as a person in front of the other wall. There is also a small bronze mirror on the dressing table, and several beautiful dressing boxes. But There are no fluctuations in vitality.

"Ouch, could it be that I lost my sight?" Zhang ǎohua was quite surprised: "The palace is protected by restrictions, but there is nothing valuable inside. What does this... mean? Or... Bai yànqiu has general energy fluctuations. A way to hide?"

Zhang ǎohua held his chin with his hand, his eyes flickered, and he released his consciousness. While inspecting carefully, his eyes were also looking around.

He first put his eyes on the big bed,

That bed... is really too big. Even if Bai Yanqiu rolls vigorously on it, it is unlikely that she will fall off. Why... does she sleep on such a big bed? Zhang ǎohua himself is an immortal qi practitioner. He sits cross-legged every night and practices the Wuyou Heart Sutra. Even ordinary martial arts masters almost always use their breath control and internal energy to replace sleep at night. Bai Yanqiu and others It's impossible for a master who has joined the ranks of Qi Practitioners to make such a big bed just for sleeping, right?

But when Zhangǎohua turned his attention to the overly large bed again, he really saw some differences. He saw that this big bed was somewhat similar to the kang in Zhangǎohua Guo****. , the entire bed was supported by huge stones. Zhang ǎohua had a puzzled look on his face. When he walked to the bed, a faint fragrance hit his nostrils. Zhang ǎohua laughed "Puch" and stretched out his hand to put the pounce on the bed. The silk bedding on the bed was all lifted off, revealing a dark-looking slate that was three fingers thick under the bedding. This slate was different from the stones supported below. It was a complete piece, and the brilliance of the night pearl shone on the dark board. There was no reflection at all, the light seemed to be absorbed by the stone slab.

Zhang ǎohua stretched out his hand and touched it. The stone slab was a little astringent, which was very inconsistent with the smooth surface. After Zhang ǎohua stared straight at it for a moment, there was a faint and incomprehensible flash of light inside the stone slab. It is somewhat similar to the starlight in the night sky, but suddenly, it is similar to lightning.

"This..." Zhang ǎohua stroked the strange stone slab with his hand, not knowing what to say. In his spiritual consciousness, this stone slab was no different from the stones below. There was no fluctuation of vitality at all. How could he see it with his naked eyes? , so different?

"No matter, I'm here to harm Bai Yanqiu anyway. She sleeps under this thing every day. Needless to say, it must be something with a good background. I just accept it. It's just... this stone slab is too big. Within my belt..." Zhang ǎohua thought for a moment, and his consciousness immersed into the belt. He had collected too much essence of the Five Elements in his belt, and there was indeed less room to put things. Fortunately, this stone slab is It was flat, and Zhang ǎohua only cleared up the space slightly.

However, just when Zhangǎohua put the mysterious slate into his belt, something happened again. The slate was like the Prajna Epee, almost impossible to control with spiritual consciousness. How can I put it? The Prajna Heavy Sword is not controlled by the divine sense at all. This stone slab can be grasped by the divine sense, but it feels like catching a loach in the river ditch with both hands. It is slippery and there is no effort at all. , However, fortunately, it was almost, not impossible to control at all. Zhang ǎohua had to exert enough patience, consume most of his spiritual consciousness, and sweat beads on his forehead, before he could control the mysterious... The slate is tucked into the belt

"Painful and happy at the same time." Zhang ǎohua wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled happily. He didn't know the origin or use of this stone slab, but... it could hold Bai Yanqiu under it even when he was sleeping. If the things are taken away, Zhangǎohua will wake up laughing even if he is dreaming.

"Hehe, you actually dare to turn Pindao into a white-bearded flower. Even if you think about it, that... is not possible... Pindao must teach you a lesson. Ahem, it seems... with the dream... growing old together here, Don’t care about worldly affairs... Hehe, it’s also a happy thing, right?”

Zhang ǎohua sat cross-legged, her heart was spinning and she was gradually replenishing her consciousness. Her eyes were darting around in the palace. Bai Yanqiu was a descendant of the Divine Sword Men. To say that she was in the palace There were no immortal relics, and there was no garbage that Zhang ǎohua liked to pick up. Even if he broke Zhang ǎohua's head, he wouldn't believe it.

But where are those things placed?

Zhang ǎohua looked around the entire palace over and over again, and his consciousness scanned over and over again, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

After Zhang ǎohua looked at everything one by one, um, even the underwear and outerwear in the wardrobe, he turned his attention to the huge mirror beside the bed.

According to Zhang ǎohua's idea, there is a bronze mirror on the dressing table. Bai Yanqiu can already put yellow stickers on the mirror. There is no need to put a big mirror next to the bed. Since this huge mirror is superfluous, Yes, um, it’s placed on the bedside, so what can it be used for? Needless to say, if something is abnormal, it is a monster, and this huge mirror must have some clues.

However, Zhang ǎohua stood in front of the mirror, and the brilliance of the night pearl reflected the bronze mirror to every detail. Even the silk on the huge bed could be seen clearly. Is it obviously a bronze mirror? What difference could it make?

Looking closer, I found nothing. Zhangǎohua turned over and landed on the big bed. She danced on the bed for a while. The bronze mirror also reflected the normal, normal tightness.

"Ouch, what's going on?" Zhang ǎohua scratched his head: "Could it be that Bai Yanqiu likes to watch her sleeping at night? This guy's hobby is very... wonderful."

Unwilling to give up, Zhang ǎohua cast her consciousness on the bronze mirror from top to bottom again, trying to make a final check, but still to no avail. There seemed to be no fluctuations or signs.

"Maybe Bai Yanqiu paid close attention to things and put them somewhere else." Zhang ǎohua thought to himself, preparing to escape from the palace, but when he accidentally saw the bronze mirror on the dressing table out of the corner of his eye, he immediately It was like being struck by lightning, standing there dumbly

Dear readers, what do you think?

It turned out that Zhang ǎo Hua's head was also vaguely reflected in the ǎo bronze mirror. However, that head portrait was exactly Zhang ǎo Hua's handsome appearance, and Zhang ǎo Hua looked at the huge one in disbelief. When I opened the bronze mirror, what was reflected in the bronze mirror turned out to be a complete Zhangǎo flower.

In an instant, a creepy feeling rose up in Zhangǎohua's heart. This bronze mirror could actually reflect his true face.

It's no wonder, he just looked at the huge bronze mirror for a long time, and there were all flowers in the mirror. They were himself. There was nothing to doubt. If it weren't for the mirror, he would almost have transformed himself into a pancake. I forgot about An's appearance.

"That's it." Zhang ǎohua was very happy. She was about to put the big bronze mirror into her belt as soon as she rolled up her consciousness.

However, the bronze mirror was as if it had taken root. No matter how Zhang ǎohua moved it with his spiritual consciousness, it would not move at all.

Zhangǎohua became angry for a moment. He walked to the bronze mirror, bent down, grabbed the edge of the bronze mirror, and lifted it up with both arms...

The strength of Zhang ǎohua's arms now is astonishing, but the bronze mirror only shakes slightly and cannot be completely lifted.

"This..." Zhang ǎohua sat on the wax again.

Afterwards, Zhang ǎohua circled around the big bronze mirror a few times, holding his chin in his hand, his eyes wandering. After half a pack of cigarettes, Zhang ǎohua seemed to have thought of something. Look at the huge bronze mirror. Looking at the appearance of the mirror, he took out the mirror he had obtained from Chuanxiang Sect, which Master Jinggang called the Haotian Mirror.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Haotian Mirror was taken out of the purse, Zhang ǎohua immediately lost control and flew into the air as soon as he let go...