By now, He Lingchuan already knows that due to the existence of the barrier between the two realms, it is not easy for gods and mortals to communicate in real time, even if the other party is his believer. Otherwise, there is no need to set up a heavenly book in the Tiangong Star Reaching Tower, and it can only be written by gods every time
A few lines long.
The conventional practice is for believers to pray devoutly with the help of utensils, call on gods, relax their minds, and wait for God to turn over the cards. No, they are waiting for God's will to be projected and talk to themselves.
It is best if the surrounding environment is quiet and sheltered from the wind. This can save the gods a lot of power.
He Chunhua called Nai Luotian in the horse pen with air leakage from all sides, which was also a helpless move.
He felt that he was at the end of his rope and had to resort to the power of God.
However, He Lingchuan was surprisingly alert and once again broke his wishful thinking.
No matter how patient He Chunhua was, he couldn't hold it any longer at this point. Not to mention the dangers surrounding him, he really couldn't delay it any longer.
That’s all.
"Chuan'er, Chuan'er!" He laughed miserably, "I have always been lucky and unwilling to do this. But you, your behavior, I really..."
He Lingchuan's various behaviors after his disappearance and return were all aimed at giving him a knife.
"Dad, what do you mean?" He Lingchuan blinked, but secretly thought in his heart, here comes the showdown.
"In fact, you already know where the Dafang Pot is, right?" He Chunhua put away his smile and looked deeply, "If there is anyone in this city who knows the location of the Dafang Pot from the beginning, it can only be you."
There was no beginning or end to this statement, and both Qiu Hu and Zhao Qinghe were surprised.
The soul-capturing mirror screamed: "He, he, he, he actually knows! How did he know?"
I really can't understand the brain circuit of this father and son from beginning to end.
"Huh? Me?" He Lingchuan pointed at his nose with a surprised look on his face, "Dad, are you scared to death?"
Yes, it's me.
"You are no longer my son!" The kindness on He Chunhua's face has long since disappeared. "Before leaving the Panlong ruins last time, you had already possessed Chuan'er through the broken knife, right?"
He Lingchuan was surprised: "What did you say? Who has possessed me?"
"The evil ghost in the big square pot!" He Chunhua almost gritted his teeth. "After returning home from Panlong Desert, Chuan'er changed. With that kind of personality and behavior, how could he be my son!"
He Lingchuan was dumbfounded: "Dad, do you think I'm getting better or do you think I'm getting worse?"
He Chunhua's face turned green and white for a while, with emotion and anger.
After leaving the Panlong Desert last time, the eldest son became more and more active. Not only did he practice martial arts diligently, but he also made great progress in dealing with people and things. He even saved his life in battles several times!
He can even please his stepmother. Hongchan actually beams when she mentions this eldest son!
He himself knows best what kind of virtue his son has.
At that time, these changes slowly emerged, but He Chunhua was busy with big things one after another. He was as busy as a whirlpool and had no time to think about them. Until the eldest son was washed away by the flood. Over the next year and a half, he slowly
Looking back, the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong.
This time, the eldest son suddenly returned as the special envoy of Rongshan. He no longer concealed his words and deeds, and even confronted him tit for tat.
He Chunhua is blind if he can no longer see it!
Not to mention that this kid seems to be extremely familiar with Panlong Ancient City, and he can lead the Blackwater City Army through the streets.
The strong wind and snow are charming, the alleys of the deserted city are surprisingly similar, and there are monsters chasing after them... These are all serious disturbances. If he didn't know this place well, why would He Lingchuan never make a mistake?
With such a capable person, there is no way he could be his son He Lingchuan!
"You have been missing for a long time, and you suddenly came back to look for me. Didn't you just want to enter the Panlong Ruins?" He Chunhua stared at him for a moment, "Why haven't you revealed yourself yet? Or -"
He pointed to the east with his other hand and said: "——You want to quickly enter Dafang Pot, right? You want to return to your territory?"
The soul-capturing mirror exclaimed: "Oh, you're right again!"
"Dad, you are crazy." He Lingchuan shook his head, "I didn't want to come to Panlong Desert this time, but you had to drag me here."
"You are retreating in order to advance." He Chunhua said sternly, "You are Zhong Shengguang. When you were wiped out in front of us, you were simply faking your death! Everything you said was a lie. What a big square pot integrated with Panlong City! It's just...
You want to trick us into leaving Panlong Ruins, you just want to return to the human world!"
"Dad, you are just trying to excuse yourself." He Lingchuan looked at him condescendingly, his eyes full of insight and pity, "As long as you believe that I am an evil ghost and that I am not your son, then it will be natural to reward the gods, and there will be no
You feel guilty, don't you?"
Since entering the Panlong Ruins, although He Chunhua tried hard to hide it, He Lingchuan could still feel his pain and entanglement.
This cheap dad has been swinging back and forth between the choice of rewarding or not rewarding God.
Now his attitude has drastically changed, and he suddenly loudly criticized He Lingchuan, which only shows that he has finally made up his mind to pray for Narakutian to come!
The word "reward the gods" struck the most secret corner of He Chunhua's heart without warning. He shuddered subconsciously, as if he had been struck by a whip: "You, what did you say?"
He Lingchuan pointed to his temple and said: "In my sea of consciousness, there is a mark of Nai Luotian's divine seal. This is the way the gods mark their skin. Dad——"
There was a cold light in his eyes, and he said every word: "Don't say this has nothing to do with you!"
It’s finally showdown time!
Now that you have torn away the mask of fatherly kindness and sonship, stop pretending! Open the skylight and speak frankly.
He Chunhua opened his mouth and lost his voice for a moment.
He Lingchuan's words were like thunder, making his head buzz.
My son knows, he actually knows!
At this moment, countless thoughts came to mind, including shock, uneasiness, guilt, regret, and of course fear.
The fear of being seen through from the inside out, not being able to hide any secrets or ambitions!
But he soon realized that this kind of secret... shouldn't be known to the eldest son at all!
He Lingchuan was able to break through Nai Luotian's divine seal mark, but it proved that he was not Chuan'er at all!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yes, this thing is not Chuan'er at all, not his son.
That being the case, what else does he have to worry about?
"I know why you want to go back to Panlong Desert and why you are so anxious to get into the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua became energetic and his eyes shone brightly. "You want to remove the mark of the gods, right? You don't want to go through all kinds of hardships.
The skin bag I got was snatched away by Nai Luotian, right?"
He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
How did this cheap dad use wrong identifications to derive correct conclusions?"
He Lingchuan is not Zhong Shengguang at all, and He Chunhua is completely wrong on this point.
But He Lingchuan really came here to eliminate the mark!
The telescope in his arms also trembled slightly with excitement: This scene of father and son killing each other is so interesting. You can watch it without paying for a ticket, it's worth it!
"Last time, Panlong Illusion ate the god's clone summoned by Sun Fuping." The light in He Chunhua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he obviously figured it out, "You still want to follow the same example and eat Nai Luotian's clone too.
?No wonder, no wonder you want to rush back to Panlong Desert!"
"What a pity -" he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I only missed it, but I still found out you!"
Once the monster is thrown into the red light or the big square pot, there is nothing he can do about it!
But now, everyone is still in Panlong Ruins, still in reality.
This evil ghost cannot possibly resist the power of God!
He Lingchuan sighed: "Dad, you are really crazy! Assuming that you are right - assuming - I leave you and rush to the east of the city to find the big square pot. Can you stop me?"
Next to He Chunhua, there was only Zhao Qinghe.
The balance of combat power was clearly tilted towards He Lingchuan.
However, He Chunhua spread his hands and stepped back step by step, with no trace of pride on his face:
"It's too late, you can't get in."
He Lingchuan suddenly felt something strange and turned his wrist to see——
Several lines of runes were printed on his wrist at some point. Each word was as small as a fly's head, and he couldn't recognize any of them.
But now, these characters are shining faintly.
He wiped it hard several times, but it didn't work, it couldn't be wiped off.
Yes, when He Chunhua stepped down when he went downstairs, He Lingchuan helped him up. He Chunhua seemed to subconsciously grab his wrist, but in fact he secretly printed the curse on it.
The effect of the spell on the paper is like a talisman, which can save the time of casting spells and release the magical power as soon as possible. He Chunhua printed the spell on He Lingchuan's wrist, which saved him the time of reciting it word by word to take effect.
You should know that it takes at least forty breaths to recite the entire chapter.
This son's strength increased too fast, and he was already crushing him. He Chunhua was afraid that he would not have the chance to finish reciting the spell in person, so he tried another trick.
To put it simply, he saves the tedious summoning ceremony.
"This is the divine word that summons Nai Luotian!" He Chunhua turned his palm and revealed a small statue. The statue was stained with blood. He broke his palm privately and smeared blood on it. "It's different from what Sun Fuping used.
You need to recite it, as long as the mantra is cast on you, it will take effect on its own!"
The ceremony to summon Naraku to descend has already begun!
He was delaying desperately just now, just to buy time for the spell to take effect!
He is getting closer and closer to the target, but the monsters are chasing him harder and harder, and there is a leader who is hiding somewhere. He wants to be the first to summon Nai Luotian! That is when he seizes the big square pot and lives away from the ruins of Panlong.
The trump card.
He has long seen that the dangers in this place are far beyond the control of human beings. Now only the power of God can help him successfully break through!
"It took so much effort." He Lingchuan didn't get as angry as he expected. He just looked at him with sad eyes, "You sacrifice your own flesh and blood to the gods, don't you feel any guilt at all?"
This sentence is sincere and speaks directly from the heart.
Because this is what He Lingchuan has been thinking about since he knew the truth!
If it is not questioned face to face, it will be hard to calm down!
Even Zhong Shengguang, who sacrificed his own daughter for Panlong City in the past, will have to endure the torture of his conscience day and night.