After the immortal disappeared

How precious is this information?

Perhaps, this is the direction of his future efforts?

He walked a few steps and suddenly felt that his limbs were filled with lead and he was extremely tired:

The red general's armor is extremely taxing on the body and is not easy to wear.

Besides, the battle with Naluotian's clone was actually very tiring. He tensed his nerves and made every possible effort throughout.

Now that he was relaxed, He Lingchuan couldn't help but yawn.

How can a cunning opponent like Nai Luotian be made to let down his guard and lower his clones? He Lingchuan's countermeasure is to make Naluotian think that every step of Panlong's journey is led by himself, and to make him think that the biggest danger in the Panlong ruins comes from the Tiangong and Dafang Hu itself, not He Lingchuan.

In a nutshell, it is necessary to make it greedy and overwhelm its vigilance.

A good hunter sometimes appears as a prey.

He Lingchuan tapped the sacred bone necklace:

"Hey, you haven't digested Narakuten's clone, have you? Otherwise, today's hard work will be in vain!"

Why did he go to such lengths to set up this trap? Isn't it just to trick Naluotian's clone into trapping him?

Trap, don't kill!

A god can only have one avatar in the human world. Now Narutian's clone is trapped in the large square pot. As long as it remains immortal, Narutian himself will no longer be able to descend to the human world.

The spot is occupied.

Therefore, He Lingchuan knew that the divine seal in the sea of ​​consciousness had not faded, but he did not panic at all.

As long as Nai Luotian himself cannot come to the world, there will be nothing you can do against him from now on.

And because the skin cannot be transferred and the mark cannot be removed by other gods, other gods cannot even think of taking advantage of He Lingchuan's skin.

Under the premise that He Lingchuan himself cannot erase the mark of the divine seal, this is the best compromise.

The divine bone necklace did not respond, as usual.

He Lingchuan wasn't too worried. Although Dafanghu didn't communicate with him, he still followed the rules and was reasonable. Just looking at the Panlong Secret Realm this time that it directly let human adventurers in, but blocked the god's clone in the ocean, we knew that it was indeed silently cooperating with He Lingchuan's plan.

He even thoughtfully said: "When you have time, remember to let me see it as I believe it. Isn't this reasonable?"

Dafang Hu must be busy to death with both the trapping of Nai Luotian's clone and the fusing of the Qingling Bao Li.

He simply sat on the ground and adjusted his breath for two weeks. Only then did he feel that his body had recovered slightly and was no longer in a state of being hollowed out.

As soon as he stood up, He Lingchuan noticed a glimmer of light on the ground not far away.

That is?

He walked over and picked up a small yellow seal from the ground. Turning it over, there is still a dent at the bottom of the seal, not deep, but very fresh.

"The Seal of the Heavenly King?"

Just now Sanshui Zhenren used this seal to suppress him, but was repulsed by the Red General's black gun.

He Lingchuan originally thought this was a magic weapon transformed by Master Sanshui, but he didn't expect it to be a real treasure.

The Red General's combat power, coupled with the strength of the Gale Army, did not blow up the seal. The ancient immortal's side weapon was indeed extraordinary.

It should be valuable, right?

He Lingchuan wiped off the blood and mud on the seal and bowed in the air:

"Thank you Master Sanshui."

Without stopping, he began to clean the battlefield and collect all the belongings of the fallen.

There is no use for them to stay here, so they might as well just follow him from now on.

He will treat them well.

Then, he found Master Sanshui's token in the crevice of the stone.

"Oh haha, I found a treasure!"

This sign was engraved with three pythons: black, gold, and blue. He Lingchuan knew at a glance that this was the Sanjiang python that he had been fighting endlessly with just now.

It's just that after a big battle, their vitality was damaged and they needed to rest for some time before they could be released again.

This is Sanshui Zhenren's famous magic weapon. It has been suffocating with its master in the Qingling Bao cover for thousands of years, and it has not died yet.

It is a pity that as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth weakens, the magic weapon cannot exert its maximum power. Otherwise, those three big snakes were known as the power of the Three Rivers in their heyday, and He Lingchuan couldn't hold them back even if he was wearing the red general's armor.

Looking at the other dead people, no matter the Baling people, Anton people, or miscellaneous fish adventurers, they were all extremely poor and could not even scrape together ten taels of silver, but the Tiangong team was quite wealthy. The gold and silver jewelry that He Lingchuan found from them were worth more than 7,000 taels of silver, and there were dozens of magical artifacts, which were difficult to value at the moment.

Sure enough, murder and arson make money quickly.

He picked out Zhang Lianhai's candle and asked the divine bone necklace, "Do you want it?"

In the past, Dafanghu had shown interest in the candles and lanterns used by Bai Ziqibai, but He Lingchuan couldn't handle them at that time.

The sacred bone necklace was accepted by all comers and was devoured in one bite.

He Lingchuan shrugged and continued searching.

He Jing also has pale platinum candles. As Du Yunshi, his treasure was of course higher quality, so He Lingchuan decided to keep it for himself.

He pulled out the Beidou Kuixing Formation again.

The array devices are all well preserved, but unfortunately all the Kuixing Stones were exploded in the battle. This formation complemented offense and defense, and the Tiangong team relied on it to resist more than a dozen waves of attacks from the Que Beast. He was so jealous at the time.

Well, put it away and see if there is a chance to replenish the Kuixing Stone in the future.

He also took off several large-capacity storage rings from He Jing's hand, which were worth a lot of money on their own. There are a lot of supplies inside, a set of small orichalcum talisman arrays, and tokens for controlling several mummy demon puppets.

"I'm getting rich." He was short of money, and the Heavenly Palace is full of good people!

Then, he discovered a very special body.

He Jing brought four servant boys, but only three of them successfully summoned the boy-eating beast. The last beast never came out to fight because its host took medicine privately.

Judging from He Jing's reaction, this beast should be quite strong, but it's a pity that it couldn't help Tiangong reverse the situation.

It should still be hidden among the remains of the servant boy on the ground.

He Lingchuan tried to put the body of the servant boy into the storage ring, but failed.

Sure enough, the storage ring cannot accept living bodies.

He checked the body's pulse again and found to his surprise that the young man was still alive!

This was so unexpected. The waiter's eyes and brain were burned by the flame of the pale gold candle. It stands to reason that he would die on the spot. At that time, He Jing was in a hurry to get rid of the beast and didn't even care about this human life.

Although the beast has been sleeping, once the host dies, it will be unable to draw supplies. Just like a person will look for food when he is hungry, he will get out of trouble and look for food when he wakes up from hunger.

I don’t know if this thing is lethargic or not hungry. It didn’t show up until He Jing died in the battle.

His brain was damaged, and the waiter would definitely not be able to wake up, but his body was still lingering. This may also be the result of the beast.

The living body of the beast is still very valuable. How to deal with it?

This was not a problem for He Lingchuan, who took a picture of the soul mirror:

"Take it!"

The mirror is a small world of its own, and it is easy to accommodate a few living creatures.

The soul-capturing mirror spit out a few drops of water and turned into foam when it hit the ground.

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Sanshui Zhenren's blue python!" the soul-catching mirror complained, "just give it to me and ignore it! It has been tumbling around in my little world for a long time!"

Until Sanshui Zhenren is gone, so is it.

"Can your little world still hold up?" Since following him, Mirror has gained a lot of benefits, and the little world should also be improved and no longer so fragile.

"...It's not bad, it dies quickly." The mirror silently collected the skin of the beast, "Why do you want this thing? What if it wakes up and wants to torment me again."

"Bring Dong Rui a toy." Dong Rui's demon puppet is similar to the beast, and he should be able to laugh so hard when he sees this thing.

As soon as he straightened up, he found that the mud, sand and pebbles on the ground had turned into black smoke.

Looking around the buildings, the remaining bricks and tiles turned into smoke one after another, heading towards the Tomb of the Red General as if summoned.

The soul-catching mirror shouted: "This secret realm is going to collapse! No, it's going to be dissolved."

It holds a small world and has the most say.

He Lingchuan walked alone among the ruins. Around him, a world was falling apart.

The background color of the sky gradually turned into light red.

Magical, lonely and spectacular.

This is the end of a secret realm, the last moment of an unknown world. How many people in the world can be lucky enough to witness it?

He Lingchuan understood that it was this secret realm that he, Sun Fuping, Nian Songyu and others entered two years ago.

It completed the handover between Zhong Shengguang and General Hong, and also served as the battlefield for Dafang Hu to refine the Qiling Gai, and it was also a trap for He Lingchuan to plot against Nai Luotian's clone.

It has completed its merits and can retire.

He Lingchuan closed his eyes, but what he was thinking about was:

What about Panlong World?

Is it essentially the same as this secret realm? How will it finally come to an end?

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He Chunhua led his army back to the oasis and asked people to set up camp.

The military doctor came over and treated his shoulder blade wound.

The tent door curtain was rolled up, and He Chunhua stared at the rising sun without saying a word.

The statue of Nai Luotian kept heating up in his arms, but he ignored it.

The red blood was passed out one basin at a time, but whether it was due to the sedation of the medicine or the psychological effect, he didn't feel the pain. After escaping from the Panlong Secret Realm and feeling lucky to survive the disaster, the eldest son's soul-stirring curse automatically replayed in his mind.

Is that really Chuan'er?

If not, why did you risk your life to save him several times before?

If so, haven't there been too many changes in the past year and a half? From a frontier dandy to a pillar of talent.

The tone of speaking, the way of doing things, and the way he looks at people are all different.

However, isn't this the ideal son of any father, a son who will become a great person, responsible, and a shining figure for his family?

After all, Chuan'er has grown up. It's not uncommon for children to become wise and sensible overnight. It's said that a prodigal son can't be replaced by gold.

Why can't He Chunhua have two good sons?

The military doctor said softly: "Sir, the wound has been treated. It's best to lie still today."

A new day has just begun, but He Chunhua looked tired: "Go down."

He kicked everyone out.

Zhao Qinghe was a sensible person. He helped him sit up first, then took the incense burner and lit seven incense sticks, placed a barrier for him, and then put the tent curtain in place to prevent wind leakage.

He Chunhua sat alone in the tent, thinking for a long time, then took out the statue of Nai Luotian and murmured a prayer.