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 let it down its guard and lower its clone? He Lingchuan's strategy is to make Nai Luotian think that every step of Panlong's journey is led by itself, and make it think that it is the biggest monster in Panlong's ruins.
The danger comes from Tiangong and Dafanghu itself, not He Lingchuan.
In a nutshell, it is necessary to make it greedy and overwhelm its vigilance.
A good hunter will sometimes act like his prey.
He Lingchuan tapped the sacred bone necklace:
"Hey, you haven't digested the Narakutian clone, have you? Otherwise, today's hard work will be in vain!"
Why did he go to such lengths to set up this trap? Wasn't it just to trick Narakutian's clone into trapping him?
Trap, don't kill!
Gods can only have one clone in the human world. Now Narutian's clone is trapped in the large square pot. As long as it maintains its immortal state, Narutian himself can no longer descend to the human world.
The quota 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 Narutian 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 sacred 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 look at the Panlong Secret Realm this time and let human adventurers in, but blocked the god's clone in the ocean.
It was indeed silently cooperating with He Lingchuan's plan.
He even thoughtfully said: "When you have free time, remember to let me see is believing. Isn't this reasonable?"
With both the trapping of Nailuotian's clone and the fusing of the Qingling Baoli, Dafang Hu should be half busy right now.
He simply sat on the ground and adjusted his breath for two weeks, and then he felt 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 was a dent at the bottom of the seal, not deep, but very fresh.
"Seal of the Heavenly King?"
Just now Sanshui Zhenren used this seal to suppress him, but was driven back 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 sidearm 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 crack 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 these were the Sanjiang pythons 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 take some time to recuperate before they could be released again.
This is Sanshui Zhenren's famous magic weapon. It has been suffocating with its owner in the Qingling Bao cover for thousands of years, and it has not yet died.
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 would not be able to withstand them even if he was wearing the red general's armor.
If we touch the other dead people, no matter whether they are Baling people, Anton people, or miscellaneous fish adventurers, they are all very poor. They can't even scrape together ten taels of silver, but the Tiangong team is quite rich. He Lingchuan found out from them
The gold and silver jewelry is worth more than 7,000 taels of silver, and there are dozens of magical instruments, which are difficult to value at the moment.
Sure enough, you can make money quickly by killing people and setting fires.
He picked out Zhang Lianhai's candle and asked the divine bone necklace, "Do you want it?"
In the past, Dafang Hu had shown interest in the candles and lanterns made by Bai Zi Qi Bai, but He Lingchuan could not 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 had a pale platinum candle. 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 formations were 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 Que beasts. At that time, he was very jealous of it.
Well, keep it 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 hands. They are worth a lot of money on their own. There are also a lot of supplies stored in them, including a set of small moving orichalcum talisman arrays, as well as several mummy demons to control.
Puppet's token.
"Get rich, get rich." He was short of money, and the Heavenly Palace is full of good people!
Then, he found a very special body.
He Jing brought four servants, but only three of them successfully summoned the child-eating beast. The last beast never came out to fight because the 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 unexpectedly found 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. Logically speaking, he would die on the spot. At that time, He Jing was in a hurry to urge the beast out and did not care about this human life.
Although the beast has been sleeping, once the host dies, it will have no way to get supplies. Just like a person will look for food when it is hungry, it will get out of trouble and look for food when it wakes up.
I don’t know whether this guy was lethargic or not hungry. It didn’t show up until He Jing died in the battle.
The 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's easy to include 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 wondered: "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, it is gone too.
"Can your little world still hold up?" Since joining him, Mirror has gained many benefits, and the little world should also be perfected 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 when he sees this thing, he should be able to laugh so hard that he can't close his mouth.
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 ruins of bricks and tiles have turned into smoke one after another, heading towards the Tomb of the Red General as if they were being summoned.
The soul-capturing 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, 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 also 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 helped him treat the wound on his shoulder blade.
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 blood-stained water was handed out basin after basin, but whether it was the sedative medicine or the psychological effect, he did not feel the pain. After escaping from the Panlong Secret Realm and feeling lucky to survive the disaster, his mind automatically replayed the eldest son's heart-stirring meal.
Cursing.
Is that really Chuan'er?
If not, why did you risk your life to save him several times before?
If so, the changes in the past year and a half have been too big, right? From a frontier dude 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, be responsible, and bring glory to his family?
Chuan'er has grown up after all. It's not uncommon for children to become wise and sensible overnight. It's said that a prodigal son returns with 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, so 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.