This small world is different from the Buddha world in that it will not be open to the human world frequently. Maybe the next time it opens will be hundreds of years later, and the immortals have disappeared.
Combining these two legends together, there is a connection between Sanshui Zhenren, Dafang Lid and Que Beast.
Remove the factor of Sanshui Zhenren, then the dragon city full of wild beasts might just be released from the big square pot lid.
Zhang Lianhai had been active in Blackwater City of Yuan Kingdom for several months, collected a lot of intelligence, and found three people involved. These three people had followed the then Governor He on an adventure to the Panlong Ruins two years ago. After surviving by chance, they often visited the Panlong Ruins.
The tavern boasted about this past in a colorful way.
They all mentioned that once the well of Mitian Temple is filled with water, the entrance to the secret realm will be opened.
Note, it is the entrance to the Panlong Secret Realm.
However, this time Zhang Lianhai entered Panlong City again, and what came out of the entrance was the Que Beast with a large square pot lid?
The disciple asked again: "Why do little light spots appear on the bodies of these monsters after they die? Zhang Dengshi has been chasing the light spots. He has traveled a long way and avoided several groups of monsters along the way."
"Chasing the light spots?" He Jing suddenly realized, "Zhang Lianhai has seen the clue." It might be the big square pot that sucked away these light spots.
Zhang Lianhai is not weak, otherwise Tiangong would not send him to monitor Panlong Desert. Panlong City is currently in extreme danger, and he would not rush out of his hiding place inexplicably.
Unless he thinks there's something there worth risking.
While he was still thinking carefully, the disciple's eyes suddenly widened: "My lord, hurry up and look!"
He looked into the mirror and saw that Zhang Lianhai and others had offended the little ghost-faced monkey, and then a huge group of monsters rushed over!
Zhang Lianhai and others were chased away by the beasts. Even through the Haofang Mirror, the messengers from the Heavenly Palace outside could feel the suffocating urgency.
The average strength of these monsters is far higher than the Danube beasts in the Fu world.
After all, the most unfriendly thing about the world is the environment and gravity.
The monsters sealed in the lid of the big square pot appeared one after another, stealing the limelight of the big square pot.
Why are they so full of resentment that they kill everyone they see?
People looking in the mirror even heard several unusually loud beast roars.
What came out?
Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and He Jing murmured: "No way? Could it be...?"
He had a strange idea:
Is there a possibility that it has been almost half a year since the Anonymous Doe caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, but the lid that was snatched back has not been completely integrated with the main body of the square pot?
Who said these two treasures could hit it off right away?
There are countless treasures hidden in the Heavenly Palace, and He Jing knows one thing very well:
The more sacred it is, the more individual it is.
This can explain the various anomalies in the Panlong Desert.
Maybe it was because they had been separated for too long, or maybe the two treasures were too individual, and the large lid seemed to be quite resistant to fusion. The monster Zhang Lianhai encountered in Panlong City was probably released by it.
means of resistance.
Every time one of the Que beasts is eliminated, one point of the power of the large square pot lid is taken away by the pot body.
To achieve the final fusion, we have to wait until the last Que beast is eliminated...right?
This should be Dafang Lid’s last desperate attempt to resist.
The disciple couldn't take his eyes off: "The Que beast herd was chasing them, but Zhang Dengshi still tried his best to rush to the east of the city!"
What's on the east side of the city?
He Jing and the attendants soon discovered Zhang Lianhai’s destination:
The tomb of the Red General!
Yes, it should be the Tomb of the Red General.
One hundred sixty or seventy years ago, this half-human, half-god monster was more closely related to Dafang Hu than Zhong Shengguang was to Dafang Hu.
Seeing Zhang Lianhai dig open the Red General's Tomb and discovering the relics and the small pot inside, He Jing's breathing became rapid.
Generous square pot!
He could actually see the big square pot with his own eyes!
This is the treasure that the gods cherish, the source of countless battles of blood and fire, and a divine object that the gods must pursue even if they kill all the holders!
Zhang Lianhai actually found it!
This is really a historic moment.
But the next second, the tomb became farther and farther away from the young attendant.
The last thing he saw was the bloody mouth of the Que beast!
The image in the mirror disappeared at this point, and only He Jing's face was reflected.
He paused and sighed: "It's just a little bit, just a little bit short!" Zhang Lianhai is such an unlucky person!
The disciple asked: "Master, what should we do now?"
He Jing looked up at the dilapidated Panlong City ahead. The empty south gate was like a big mouth, waiting for them to fall into a trap.
But the big square pot is indeed there!
If he can get back the square pot, he will be the undisputed number one person in the Heavenly Palace from now on - Chief Duyun is already old, and there are four Duyun envoys, and the one with the highest claim to the top was originally Bai Ziqi.
The secret war between him and Bai Ziqi lasted for several years.
This large square pot can help him decide the world in one fell swoop.
However, to put it bluntly, He Jing also knew the dangers of this trip.
Not to mention anything else, these Que beasts always made him worried. The overall strength of the Danube beasts in the Fu world was not as good as them, but the lord of the Danube beasts was very powerful.
What about these snow beasts?
And there must be other dangers hidden in Panlong City.
The most terrifying danger is the invisible danger.
The precious treasure of the square pot has always been involved in bloody battles and intrigues.
He Jing, who had seen strong winds and waves, was also undecided at this time.
Of course he knows the principle of high risk and high reward, but how high is the risk?
In fact, looking back, what he wanted to do was not to confront the beasts head-on, but to wait for an opportunity to grab the big square pot in the Red General's tomb.
If arranged properly...
Another attendant said: "There are still several teams in the city."
"People in the city will die before dawn..." He Jing pondered, "Why do you want to lure them here?"
Whether it is the red light or the city reflected in the sky, it now seems that the large square pot is the bait to attract adventurers to enter the desert and explore Panlong City.
Why does it do this?
Should we find a new owner, or use outside forces to eliminate the beast and help it tame the long-lost Lid?
It is indeed not surprising that the artifact chooses its own owner, but He Jing prefers the latter option.
Does this mean that Dafang Pot doesn’t have much spare power at the moment?
But once the pot body and lid are completely fused, the square pot will definitely become more powerful and unpredictable. By then, will he still have a chance to get it?
Countless thoughts were swirling in his mind, each involving gains and losses.
What if you don't go in?
Can he do business when he returns to Heavenly Palace?
But at this moment, the light pillar in Panlong City suddenly flashed a few times, and its color gradually dimmed.
"The red light beam is about to disappear." Everyone looked at He Jing, waiting for his final decision.
Fu Liang whispered: "Master, maybe we can wait for the next red light before going in!"
"Next time?" He Jing glanced at him, "When is the next time?"
"Tomorrow?" Hasn't this red light appeared every night recently?
"Are you sure it will happen tomorrow?"
"Ah..." the disciple was speechless, "No, I don't dare!" He was not a big square pot, so how could he dare to guarantee it?
Just because the red light beam has appeared every night recently does not mean that it will come every day in the future.
This is not a rule at all.
Just look at the scars on the bodies of the Que beasts in the city, perhaps Dafang Hu’s training with them is coming to an end.
At this time, one of the attendants pointed to the sky: "Master, look! It seems to be coming towards us."
In the dark night, I don't know when there was a light.
Everyone raised their eyes to see it, and it kept getting bigger in everyone's field of vision.
It seemed like it was coming for them.
No, it seems to be coming towards the south gate of Panlong City.
Such a rich green light looks particularly eerie against the dark night background.
He Jing's expression changed, and she sternly scolded the attendants behind her: "Which one of you has secretly invited God to descend?"
Everyone was shocked and shook their heads desperately.
The messenger He Du said, this is a divine descent?!
So could this green light falling from the sky be...?
Their expressions of surprise did not seem to be fake, and He Jing just asked casually. Preparations for asking God are complicated, so I'm sorry these guys don't understand.
It seems that someone in Panlong City invited the gods and succeeded?
Which god did you invite?
In the blink of an eye, the green light flew closer and was as dazzling as a comet. Those with weaker cultivation levels no longer dared to look directly at it.
Sensing that this thing had evil intentions, He Jing immediately ordered: "Sacrifice the lantern spirit!"
It came so fast that it was too late to set up a temporary formation, so the lantern keeper could only use the most powerful weapons.
Three golden lights immediately lit up in the crowd, and three lanterns appeared.
He Jing had one in his palm, Fu Liang had one in his palm, and another Tiangong attendant also had one.
They flew above the owner's head, blending with each other to form a golden shroud, protecting everyone in the middle.
He Jing recited a few words in a low voice, and hundreds of runes suddenly appeared on the golden light shield. The same golden light shone slowly on the shield.
They were still standing in the desert, more than ten feet away from the land bridge. The green light seemed to be heading towards Panlong City, but when it reached the bridge, it suddenly turned and hit them head-on.
He Jing shouted: "Keep calm and steady, without distracting thoughts!"
Everyone immediately calmed down and chanted loudly the majestic name of the Holy Lord Lingxu.
Even if a god's clone descends to the lower realm, he must descend into a human body to be powerful. And this god of unknown origin is obviously heading for Panlong City, so why would he choose a human god outside the city to descend?
But for safety reasons, He Jing had to sacrifice the lantern spirit.
If humans without the mark do not agree, the clones of the gods will not be able to successfully descend from the gods. But they will try their best to threaten and induce them.
With the protection of the "heart lamp" of the lantern spirit, the messengers of the Heavenly Palace are not easily seduced by this wild god whose origin is unknown.
As expected, the green light hit the golden light shield.
Everyone, including the mask, was shaken by the impact, feeling that this thing was coming menacingly.
But the green light immediately passed over the golden light shield, turned back, and plunged into the south gate of Panlong City.
Then, it disappeared.
Everything was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.
He Jing then put away the lantern spirit and wondered: Why did this wild god rush into them?
Although he is called the "Wild God", as the Duyun Envoy, he can feel the aura of green light, which is definitely not the spirit of the gods, but it is still very powerful.
Everyone in the Heavenly Palace looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why. Only the disciple who controlled the lantern spirit exclaimed:
"Duzhao, me, my lantern spirit!"
He Jing looked down and saw that the platinum candle in his hand only had a flame as big as a mung bean, fluttering in the wind.
Seeing that weak look, He Jing frowned: "The essence of your lantern spirit was taken away by that god's clone."