It was not an ordinary branch, but a Dragon Punishment Pillar made with tree branches, sacred bones, etc. A few months ago, He Lingchuan lacked materials and could only make a beggar's version of the finished product.
But the Xinglong Pillar is the Xinglong Pillar. As long as it has the function of absorbing demonic energy, it is genuine. Now inside the transparent glass in the middle of the wooden tube, there is some light red liquid, which sometimes flows and sometimes turns into red mist.
After Li Qingge's men returned from Wange Swamp, they returned the Punishing Dragon Pillar to He Lingchuan. Because the cicada disaster really caused the destruction of all life in Wange Swamp and the forest, the Punishing Dragon Pillar also collected part of the demonic energy, not only
It's from humans, but also from other dead creatures.
No one knows the exact unit, but it seems to be quite a lot.
"No matter what it looks like, it is also a torture dragon pillar, it can be used, and it will not be traced by Lingxu City." He Lingchuan clasped his fists and saluted him.
"I've seen the God of Disaster Relief!" The old temple servant hummed, his eyes turned on the two of them, and then stopped on He Lingchuan. "What do you want from me? I don't think you are devout believers." How can any devout believer still wear a mask?
Coming?
"I have something to ask." He Lingchuan pointed at the wooden pipe.
"This punishment dragon pillar is the reward." He was very particular about what he said, saying that the punishment dragon pillar was a reward rather than a thank you gift.
The reward can be calculated and quantified. This also means that if Shi Nantian's answer does not satisfy him, Xinglong Zhu will not be so easy to obtain.
The old man's face has drooped, so no matter how he smiles, he always seems to be smiling. "You are very courageous to bargain with the gods." Dong Rui helped in time, "There are eleven temples on this island, and you don't want to."
Answer, we can ask other gods."
"Them?" The old temple attendant chuckled twice, looking very disdainful, but he nodded in the end.
"Ask." This Nanshi God once appeared in the Panlong World. He Lingchuan entered the Panlong World for the last time before launching Operation Ruinshan. The Nanshi God used a borrowed skin to break into Panlong City to warn Mi Tian.
At that time, He Lingchuan also wanted to take the opportunity to ask him a few questions, but the God of Disaster refused to let him have sex in vain and only revealed the address of his temple.
If a mortal wants to seek help from the gods, shouldn't he express his sincerity? It can be summarized in one sentence.
He Lingchuan's initial impression of this God of Disaster Relief was that he was not as cold as other gods, but rather snobbish towards humans.
He Lingchuan speculated that this was probably related to its status in the divine world. It called itself a small god or a wild god, so it was not qualified to be arrogant in front of a powerful person like Mi Tian.
Moreover, it also revealed its desire for the Dragon Punishment Pillar and the demonic energy at that time, so He Lingchuan knew that this was the best reward, and Shi Nan would be hard to refuse.
With the Xinglong Pillar, it can send its followers to the battlefield to collect demonic energy. This is equivalent to digging into the corners of Tianluo Star to create a small stove for itself.
He Lingchuan had no psychological burden about sending out the Dragon Punishment Pillar. Originally, the demonic energy in the world would be sucked away by Tianluo, so what's the big deal if the Dragon Punishment Pillar intercepted it a little?
He Lingchuan sorted out his thoughts, "I see you came straight to me just now, why?" Don't say you saw the wrong person, God will not be blinded by old age.
The old temple attendant Jiejie smiled sarcastically, "You are such a good person, it's hard for the gods not to notice." To put it bluntly, he couldn't help himself.
Although it was blocked by a mask, it could still see through the value of this mortal at a glance. He took out the Dragon Punishment Pillar from He Lingchuan and talked about the demonic energy. The difficulty was solved. This little guy had come into contact with the core secrets of the two worlds, so it spoke
There is no need to be too secretive.
He Lingchuan still remembered that when Sun Fuping and Sun Guoshi asked the gods in the ruins of Panlong, the skin he prepared was Nian Songyu.
As a result, the invited clone of the god did not go directly to Nian Songyu, but gave priority to greeting Lingchuan. As a result, he was ejected by the divine seal mark in his sea of consciousness.
"What makes a good skin, and how did it come about?"
"Mortals usually can't bear even one percent of our power, so they are not qualified to be a skin. However, there are exceptions to everything. Some people's bodies can bear four to five percent of our power, so they are qualified to be a skin; if they can
Taking on 10% of it is considered excellent.”
"Ten percent?" He Lingchuan was a little surprised,
"Excellence is only so much?"
"You humans——" The tone of explanation could not hide the arrogance and contempt,
"The body under this kind of spiritual energy condition is extremely fragile. When the gods use your skin, it is like wearing a thin paper coat. If you are not careful, it will get a hole or break into pieces if you are not careful." He Lingchuan thought of the Hundred Wars God's skin.
Pi Nang Lu poetry.
When the possessed god left, she was indeed broken like a paper doll. The metaphor of relief is indeed very vivid.
But it also went on to say, "There are outstanding ones among you who can make the gods exert two or three tenths of their power. But those are the skins of only one in a million, even Bejia is rare. More
What's more -" it paused, "Each god's power is different, and each god's requirements for the skin are also different. Not one skin is suitable for all gods."
"Only twenty-three out of ten at most?"
"Only?" He laughed heartily and said,
"The power of gods is beyond the imagination of humble people like you. Even if we only use two or three tenths of our power, it is enough to defeat thousands of troops!" Thousands of troops?
Bragging. But He Lingchuan would not argue with it on this issue, it would just say yes.
"The skin is so fragile, how many times can it be used?"
"It depends on whether the battle is fierce or not, and whether the gods care about you or not." The old temple attendant caressed the white beard and said,
"Use it carefully, three or four times." Three or four times? But Lu Shishi was possessed by the God of Hundred Wars and died in less than an hour.
Although the battle with the Spider Immortal was fierce at that time, Bai Zhantian's lack of care was also the main reason, right?
"Is it possible that there will be no damage after use?"
"Almost impossible." The old temple attendant shook his head.
"Even if Pi Nang is not injured in the battle, the Divine Descent itself will cause damage. Pi Nang's consciousness and body will be damaged, and he must rest for a long time before he can welcome the Divine Descent again." He Lingchuan said long, "You
Sure?"
"This is common sense, what's the uncertainty?"
"I see." He Lingchuan nodded. It turned out that his common sense was wrong. He had not seen many divine descendants, and the biggest counterexample was General Red.
Zhong Shengguang sacrificed his daughter to Mitian, and He Lingchuan was basically certain that General Red was Mitian's skin.
But the Red General has always been full of life and energy, and does not look like he is injured. Maybe the injury is hidden in the dark and no one knows about it?
He Lingchuan shook his head secretly. This was unlikely. General Red's military affairs were heavy, and if his body had been damaged, he would have been exhausted long ago.
She still has time to go to the martial arts hall to coach the players, and she doesn't look like a run-down person.