He Lingchuan was stunned as he saw him go away. Finally, the red mist turned into a part of the giant shadow again, and then he came back to his senses:
Yes, Sun Fuping died in the illusion of Dafang Hu, and of course his soul was likely to be trapped in the Soul Country.
It seemed that he would never find relief.
At this time, He Lingchuan began to feel exhausted.
If you hold your breath for too long, you will be kicked out of the dreamland if you don't return to the water.
The giant red shadow under the water moves very leisurely, but in fact it moves forward dozens of feet with every swing.
In just two breaths, it disappeared into the extreme cold.
He Lingchuan also swam back to the surface with all his strength, popped his head out and took a deep breath.
He was just a little bit away from suffocating himself to death in the deep water, creating a new way of death for himself in Panlong City.
The spider web bag is still hanging on the stalactite, but unknown roots have actually reached here, wrapping the head inside several times, and absorbing its power like sucking jelly, so the monster head has not been able to grow a body.
Fortunately, these roots are very thin and did not suck it dry.
He Lingchuan grabbed the net bag and pulled it, and the roots broke off with a snap, leaving only a few strands still wrapped around the monster's head.
These thin roots seem to be tough only on monster heads.
It was trembling, and when it saw He Lingchuan appeared, it asked him loudly:
"What happened down there, my lord, why can't I sense my lord!"
It was strange that He Lingchuan could deal with it. Looking up at the rock wall again, the monster's body was completely empty, but its roots were still there.
He thought for a while and simply swam to the edge of the rock wall and climbed up along the roots.
What kind of plant is this? Even monsters eat it. He wants to find out.
Interestingly, when he climbed up, he discovered that the cracks penetrated by the roots were large, more than enough for a person to get through.
Climbing up along the increasingly thick and entangled root system, and then crawling parallel for a short distance, he actually saw the light!
Almost to the ground?
No, there is water again in front, and the water is clear, and it feels warm to soak in it.
Warm, hot spring?
He Lingchuan swam out of the cave and saw fish playing in the stream and water lilies in bloom.
He even heard the children laughing.
When I surfaced, I saw a familiar sight -
The small bridges and stone railings by the lake, the wide square opposite, and the businesses on both sides of the street.
When he turned around, he saw a lush green tree growing by the water.
This is not, this is not one
Panlong City South Gate Square?!
He had clearly been fighting monsters in the underwater cave on the northwest side of Chipa Plateau before, so how could he climb up along the tree roots and return to Panlong City?
He Lingchuan wiped the water from his face and had countless questions in his mind.
The children on the shore came to watch him, and an old man also walked over and offered him a helping hand: "Come up here, are you drunk?"
Who would jump into the river here if they weren't drunk?
He Lingchuan thanked him for his kindness and jumped ashore on his own.
"Bat, bat!" a boy shouted, pointing to his net bag, "this bat looks like a monkey."
"What else?" The appearance of the strange head is more terrifying and eye-catching. Why don't these children say anything?
The boy asked him: "Can they fly?"
"Yes." He Lingchuan put the net bag in front of him, "Besides bats, what else did you see?"
"It's nothing. Well, why did you put a big rock in the net?"
"Stones?" There were no rocks in his net.
"How can this be the land of souls!" The strange leader on the Internet also spoke, with a shocked tone, "You are obviously sleeping, why are you not in the dreamland?
"Is it my fault?" He Lingchuan was also surprised. This guy could accurately pronounce the word "hunxiang", which meant that he was not a native of the Panlong world.
Is this guy an invasive alien species?
No wonder the giant red shadow wandering outside the Soul Country would take action. It seems to have been acting as the guardian of this Soul Country.
protector.
The children around him were chattering, and He Lingchuan gave them a few coins: "Go buy some candies."
The children ran away happily.
He Lingchuan found peace and had time to carefully examine the green trees in front of him.
Are the roots that penetrated the rock wall the Guluo tree?
At least judging from the location, that should be it.
He Lingchuan leaned on the railing and looked down, and found that the hole under the water was gone.
Yes, he has been here dozens of times. The stone corridors on the riverbank are very neat. Are there any caves?
This tree broke through time and space and brought him here directly from the northwest of Chipa Plateau?
Well, or to put it another way, it extended its roots directly from here to the cave in the northwest of Chipa, in order to catch the monster and have a feast?
At this time, he looked at the little Juluo tree again. The originally skinny trunk had thickened, and he clasped his arms around it. It had also jumped up a bit, reaching one and a half feet above the ground. The crown of the tree had also begun to spread out, and now there was a tree.
A little bit of the grace of our ancestors.
This Juluo tree is different from all other plants in Panlong City. It grew from the seeds of the Treasure Tree King he brought in from the outside world. It itself has the power to span Qingming, so it can sense external invasion?
If it eats the monster, does that mean that the nutrients it needs to grow are also... the underworld?
Questions kept rising in He Lingchuan's mind, but he still had the most important things to do now.
Picking up the net bag, he rushed to the shop on the street and said to the old man guarding inside: "Uncle Li, let me use your backyard!
Uncle Li was grabbing straw and knitting something, without raising his head: "Go ahead."
This is where Sun Fuling bought ice lanterns for mourning in the winter. In the summer, when he couldn't make ice lanterns, the old man made grasshoppers, ponies and other handicrafts out of bamboo and straw to sell, which were very popular with the children.
There was no one in his backyard, except for bamboo sticks, rattan grass and other sundries.
He Lingchuan raised the monster's head to face him: "Who are you?
"What happened to my true self?" From the moment he was chopped off to the present, the monster head has been in shock.
Everything that can be seen is beyond the scope of its imagination.
"No more." He Lingchuan said concisely and to the point, "If you want to follow in my footsteps, I will help you now."
What's interesting is that the roots he tore off in the cave are now tightly wrapped around the monster's head, neither sucking it dry nor leaving it.
The human head with three eyes is tightly wrapped by several tree roots. It is difficult to describe this shape with the word "weird".
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But the strange head never grew a body again, and He Lingchuan's intuition was related to Ju Luo Shugen.
"No, no!" the monster leader reacted strongly, "I don't want to die."
"Why are you looking for me?
"Someone marked you as a tribute," the monster leader confessed, "We like young and strong spirits. Delicious!"
"who?"
"I don't know who he is." The strange head still showed his former arrogance, "We don't care."
"Where is this person?" He Lingchuan frowned, "I want the specific location and his appearance!
This ghost comes from the real world, which means that someone is dealing with him outside!
good very good.
The clues come to you.
"You're not going to kill us, are you?"
"Let's see how you cooperate."
"Three hundred feet to the west of you is Tongfu Inn. He is skinny and has a long face. He looks like he will fall over when the wind blows."
He Lingchuan picked up his net bag and slipped back to the street, when he encountered two patrolmen passing by.
He packed the monkey bats and handed them to the patrolmen, asking them to take them to the Alchemy Office and hand them over to Aluo.
With the human head wrapped in tree roots remaining, He Lingchuan jumped onto the Juluo tree and stuck it in the branch.
Anyway, in the eyes of the natives of Panlong City, this is just a big stone. No one will be interested, and the children can't reach it.
"No, no, no, don't put me here!" The monster felt the breath of Gu Luoshu and was shocked.
Isn't this the same as before
A dryad that sucks human fucks?
"Keep an eye on it for me." He Lingchuan patted the trunk of the Juluo tree, "Don't eat it yet, I'll keep it for some use."
The wisdom of the Juluo tree is fully reflected in the King of Treasure Trees. Although this tree is still in its infancy, it did not fight against He Lingchuan when he grabbed the net bag in the cave, which shows that this little guy is very spiritual.
Then He Lingchuan found a deserted corner to sit down, closed his eyes to rest, and relaxed:
"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."
In the past, he thought that the only way to leave the dreamland was to commit suicide, but the feeling was not pleasant; later he thought about it, he was the owner of Broken Knife, why couldn't he come in and out freely?
He tried a few more times, and sure enough, if he concentrated like this and asked to log off, he could quickly return to reality.
...
When the Hundred-faced Nightmare was driven into the deep sea by the giant red shadow outside the Soul Country, almost no one noticed that a star suddenly brightened up in the night sky in the east of reality and flashed several times quickly.
Just a few times.
Then, everything seemed to be back to normal.
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Tongfu Inn.
With a "click" sound, the statue on the table suddenly broke into several pieces.
The conjurer who had been reciting the spell with his eyes closed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and said in disbelief: "Lord Hundred Faces? How is this possible!"
What answered him was that the statue's fragments shattered all over the table.
Nightmares also have strengths and weaknesses. The predecessor of the Hundred-Faced Nightmare is the Immortal Soul. Its power is something that neither its kind nor humans dare to deny.
This nightmare rarely attacks, but never misses. Precisely because he firmly believes in the power of Hundred Faces, he cannot believe what he sees.
Even the king of the Mang Kingdom, a British ruler, died under its hands. This man named He was just a commoner and had no energy to protect himself. How could he defeat Bai Mian?
This is as ridiculous as a six-year-old kid defeating a boxing champion in the ring.
But facts speak louder than words. No matter how frightened the magician is, he has to plan his next step.
The door of the room opened with a bang, which startled the spell master. He saw the guest from the next door step in and said, "You failed?"
The curse master was furious: "You, why did you come here uninvited?"
The man stared at him and asked, "Is it done or not?"
"It didn't work, it was broken. The opponent is very strong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid they will chase me." The spell master was short of breath and could only stand up unsteadily, "Do you want to stay?"
There were fragments in the blood he spit out, and his heart was damaged. The most important thing he should do was to lie down and rest, and he would not be able to get up until at least half a month, otherwise he would be in trouble in the future.
This is the backlash of the spell, which can range from disability to death. But the spell master can't care about this. He is as powerful as a hundred faces and has no chance of returning. If he stays, he will probably be in bad luck.
"You magicians are really unreliable." The other party supported the wall with one hand. A giant shadow moved in the darkness behind him, and a fishy wind blew in his face. "You go away, leave this place to me."