After the immortal disappeared

Taking advantage of the surrounding enemies being forced back by several corpse puppets, He Jing turned around and ran towards the grave. After so many people's sharpening, the Red General's armor has become loose. If he pulls it again, maybe it will be done.

He has not forgotten his first priority, which is still a generous pot!

The red general's gauntlets were indeed hanging down.

The tomb was very dark, and He Jing had no choice but to look around, and her pupils shrank sharply in the next second.

empty?

empty!

The gauntlet still maintained its original holding position, but there was nothing in the middle except a little bit of broken ice.

What about the big square pot?

What about the much-anticipated pot?

Everyone had clearly seen before that the big square pot was here...

Before he could finish his thoughts, He Jing suddenly caught a glimmer of light in the corner of his eyes.

The light was like the frost on the ground he saw through the crack of the door when he was a child, inconspicuous but cold.

It's as cold as frost when it falls on your neck.

He Jing secretly thought, "Oh no," and her body suddenly lost strength.

His last thought was regret.

Now that he had made up his mind to retreat and released the corpse puppet, why did he come back to seize the pot?

Aren't you just holding on to a bit of luck and thinking of giving it one last try?

Greed, greed that shouldn’t be there!

It's too late to regret.

Bystanders saw a faint light flashing through the tomb. The Du Yunshi's movements stopped.

Bao Guanjie rushed over and was about to swing his knife when he saw a thin line of blood appear on the back of He Jing's neck——

Someone unexpectedly attacked him from the front, slicing his neck with just one blow, cutting off his neck bones too, so fast that blood didn't even have time to spurt out!

The most frightening thing was that it happened silently, like the wind blowing through the parasol trees, without showing any trace of murderous intent in advance.

Bao Guanjie still had a vague feeling that something jumped behind the tomb.

Then the head of the Heavenly Palace Duyunshi fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from his neck three feet away!

Many people around were splashed with blood.

The red light in the running corpse puppets disappeared, and they fell to the ground - even if the operator was dead, they could not move.

Someone from behind shouted: "He Jing is dead! The people from Baling killed the envoy of the Tiangong Duyun!"

The powerful roar could be heard for miles.

Bao Guanjie was furious: "Who, who is talking nonsense!"

He turned around to look, but couldn't find the caller.

Yue Zhengqing ran to the tomb and stretched out his knife to pick out the red general's gauntlet.

With He Jing's lesson learned from the past, no one dared to look out again.

"empty!"

The red general's gauntlet was empty, and the large square pot was missing.

Obviously, the person who killed He Jing also took away the Dafang Pot!

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Bao Guanjie.

Just now everyone saw with their own eyes that Bao Guanjie rushed behind He Jing, and then the Duyun envoy's head fell off, and the big square pot was gone.

If not him, who else could it be?

Bao Guanjie's eyes were red and he growled angrily: "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't kill Du Yunzhi!"

Someone assassinated He Jing in front of his face and framed him for murder and stealing treasures? How could it be so ridiculous!

At this time, the sky-shaking beast roar came, very close.

The King of Que Beasts is here.

Everyone looked at each other, shouted, turned around and ran away!

Tiangong's powerful team has been tortured by the Que Beast King. Can they defeat this big monster?

Besides, the big square pot is gone, why are they still here, are they going to die?

run! Everyone ran away without looking back.

When each team ran more than a hundred feet, the movement behind them became smaller and smaller.

Bao Guanjie stopped to take a few breaths, and his subordinates couldn't help but ask him: "Sir, what happened to Du Yunshi and Dafang Hu...?"

"I didn't kill him! I didn't take it!" Bao Guanjie roared, "You don't believe me either?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Everyone in the Panlong Secret Realm discovered that every ground, every building, every city wall, and every pond was glowing with a thin layer of red light.

Then the red light faded quickly, as if the entire carpet was being dragged away from behind.

Everyone hurried a few steps forward but failed to catch up with the speed at which the red light faded. They could only watch helplessly as it shrank toward the central and southern parts of Panlong City.

There is the location of the Mitian Temple.

Finally, the red light turned into a pillar of light and rose into the sky.

This time, the light beam only lasted for two or three breaths before dissipating.

People looked at each other.

There are too many strange things in the secret realm, and no one is sure which one this is.

Bao Guanjie casually pressed the earth wall beside him, and the sound of clods of earth crashing and rolling could be heard far away in the quiet night.

"Listen, the beast's roar has disappeared."

The low roars of the beasts originally filled the entire secret realm, but now the city is quiet, with no roars or footsteps.

The only sound left was the whistling of the wind.

Bao Guanjie led his men down several alleys and came to an open space.

"Huh?" Everyone immediately realized something was wrong, "Where is the body?"

A quarter of an hour ago, there was a scuffle in this open space, and both beasts and humans were killed or injured.

However, the ground in front of him was clean, with only a little rubble. Not to mention the dead bodies, there were no blood stains anywhere.

Seeing this, Bao Guanjie finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped: "We have left the secret realm!"

"Huh?" No one else responded.

"The red light just now means that the secret realm has disappeared." Bao Guanjie was puzzled, "Someone must have gotten the big square pot and broken the secret realm!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the thick clouds had dispersed and a bright moon was setting in the west.

It's almost dawn.

that's all? They entered the secret realm inexplicably and left again inexplicably?

"Sir, what should we do now?"

The joy of surviving the disaster is slowly rising now. Everyone looked at each other and sighed.

How did they survive in that ghost place where monsters were everywhere and there was nowhere to escape!

Before Bao Guanjie could reply, the scouts from the team rushed over: "Sir, there are still two Tiangong guards alive, just thirty feet ahead, running to the west!"

Are there two more alive?

Bao Guanjie's eyes flashed sharply: "Catch up and kill!"

After getting rid of these two people, Tiangong will still have to work hard to find out the cause of He Jing's death. Apart from anything else, the various people participating in the battle tonight may remain silent when they return home.

After all, they all stumbled here and offended Tiangong.

If these two people are not eliminated and they go back to Lingxu City to complain, Bao Guanjie and Baling Guo will soon be in bad luck!

…

Zhao Qinghe and He Chunhua walked out of their hiding place and moved forward carefully. The cry "He Jing is dead" just now was made by Zhao Qinghe.

He Chunhua reacted very quickly:

The emperor of Tiangong Duyun died in the Panlong Desert, which was a huge event. Yuan Kingdom simply cannot bear Bejia's wrath, so it would be better to divert the trouble away as soon as possible.

The wrongdoer has his head and the debtor has his owner. Let the Heavenly Palace erect the mausoleum and break the ground.

They also saw the red light fade.

He Chunhua had a thought in his mind and immediately said to Zhao Qinghe: "Cut me, quickly!"

Zhao Qinghe thought he heard wrongly: "Sir?"

"Don't hurt the vital parts, but be more serious!"

Seeing his determined expression, Zhao Qinghe drew his knife and stabbed him through the right shoulder.

The blood suddenly appeared, and he really didn't hold back this time.

He Chunhua was so painful that everyone curled up. Zhao Qinghe put away the knife and helped him: "Sir, I'm sorry!"

"No, that's fine!" He Chunhua knew that he was careful in his actions and deliberately avoided the muscles, bones and meridians, so he endured the pain and said, "Don't say anything to the third person!"

"yes!"

Immediately afterwards, the red light faded from the feet of the two people.

Zhao Qinghe briefly treated his wounds and then helped him continue southward. The journey went smoothly, and he didn't even encounter a single Que beast.

He Chunhua remained silent, hesitating in his heart.

The secret realm has indeed disappeared, but has everyone come out?

Soon, the sound of footsteps came from the front.

The two of them ducked to a low house to be on guard. As expected, dozens of people came over. The one running at the front was He Chunhua's personal soldier, Hu Xuan.

Why?

The two people immediately came out to meet each other: "Why are you here?"

"Sir!" Hu Xuan's face was full of joy, "The south city gate is open! Hey, you are injured!"

Even though he had already speculated, He Chunhua still breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard the good news: "How did you open it?"

"Just now a red light flashed, and the Nancheng gate returned to its original state. The outermost door was still half upright and half upside down." Hu Xuan came over to help him, "We sent people in and out several times, nothing abnormal."

"The secret realm disappeared and we returned to reality." He Chunhua glanced in the direction of Mitian Temple with emotion.

Twice, he entered the Panlong Secret Realm twice, but returned without success.

Zhao Qinghe asked him: "Sir, do you want to go over and take a look?"

"No." He Chunhua's depression gradually disappeared, and he felt a little thankful, "Now that it has passed, there will probably be nothing left."

He still vividly remembers how the Panlong Secret Realm disappeared last time. Rushing to Mitian Temple now is just a useless effort.

But at least he survived again, better than so many people in the Heavenly Palace. Even Du Yun and the lantern guardian all lost their lives here.

He witnessed the whole battle at the Red General's Tomb with his own eyes, and kept his peace of mind at the last moment and did not go up to fight for it.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago, right?

"Where are the people from Rongshan?"

"After walking down the city wall, they left through the south city gate." Hu Xuan looked around, but didn't see He Lingchuan and didn't dare to ask.

He Chunhua was asking about the people from Rongshan, but what he was thinking about was He Lingchuan.

After the failure of Naraku's descent, He Lingchuan's whereabouts became a mystery and he never appeared again.

But He Chunhua had no reason to believe that he was still alive.

Is he the evil ghost in Panlong City? Everything that happened in the secret realm tonight, what exactly does it have to do with him?

He Chunhua was as shrewd and steady as he was, but now his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know how to sort out the myriad of threads.

He only knows one thing:

The large square pot was taken away.

Who did it? Can't tell.

Neither he nor Zhao Qinghe approached the Red General Tomb, but hid in the dark and watched the battle. From their perspective, they did not see clearly how He Jing died, nor how the Dafang Pot disappeared.

Was it Bao Guanjie or someone else who took away this treasure?

Zhao Qinghe asked him for instructions: "Sir, do you want to go find the Baling people?"

In fact, he was asking He Chunhua if he wanted to take back the Dafang Pot?

He Chunhua looked back at the way he came. The huge Panlong City was silent in the darkness. In such a big city, where can we search for the Baling people?

He sighed and shook his head.

Suddenly feeling warm in his arms, he took out the statue of Nai Luotian and saw it flashing continuously.