Chapter 362 Demon Fairy!

General You had already taken out a bow and arrow. The beast seemed to be able to pause slightly after leaping to a high place, hanging in the air. Its master pulled the bowstring to its full length and shot an arrow!

The arrowhead flashed with purple light, condensing the light of Yuanli. This shot was like a meteor chasing the moon. The red bird was large, so how could it miss?

But it suddenly jumped up in danger, causing the bronze mirror to move, and the arrow shot at its heart hit the root of its wing.

The red bird seemed to be in great pain, and fell from the sky with a mournful cry.

At this time, the beast also fell from a high point. General You looked down from a high place, and his eyes turned and focused directly on He Lingchuan, revealing a cruel look.

This was a big trouble. The young man hissed and turned around and ran away.

What if he stayed and won? Why would he compete with a paper man?

But with the lesson of the red bird in front of him, he ducked and jumped into the crown of the big tree to avoid another arrow from General You.

General You pointed in the direction where He Lingchuan was escaping: "Capture the enemy general, regardless of life or death!"

The guards behind him responded and chased after him.

Damn it, how could he be the "enemy general"? He Lingchuan guessed that it was 90% likely that the witch was behind it.

As he ran away, he heard General You say: "Thank you, Brother Qingxu, for your help!"

"Do what you can!" The magician in the air snorted, "These demons are too rampant, and they will continue to attack if they are not taught a lesson!"

Brother Qingxu? Demons?

He Lingchuan silently memorized these two words.

Are General You and Qingxu brothers from the same sect?

Besides, the language they speak is different from today's. If He Lingchuan hadn't really put in the effort to study hard, and had Sun Fuling practice and take exams with him, he would probably not understand it.

Yes, these few people are speaking the language of ancient immortals!

To this day, few living people can use it.

These evil ghosts are so good at acting, if they pretend to be true a thousand times, will it come true?

The cavalry behind him was surprisingly fast, and he was almost caught up several times.

If it weren't for the streets and buildings here, He Lingchuan really couldn't get rid of them. In the end, he simply jumped into a burning mansion. The cavalry couldn't follow him in, so they had to rein in their horses and run around the periphery. When they didn't find him, they went back to report.

He Lingchuan didn't come out of the fire until they left.

He wore a divine bone necklace, and he was not afraid of the burning fire, even the real fire of the red bird.

But it was inevitable that his face was blackened.

The building was burned and collapsed in an instant. No one dared to stand nearby, so he hurriedly left the scene.

After a race against time, He Lingchuan now had time to consider his situation.

He was about to rush to Gan's house and catch Gan Sanye. Why did the witch wave her hand and appear out of thin air on this battlefield?

It was obvious that even in this strange place, the witch couldn't kill him at once, otherwise why would she do all these things?

The last image he received through the eyeball spider was that Gan Sanye and the witch had signed a contract, and the latter turned into ashes on the spot.

This is really hard to persuade the damned ghost.

Gan Sanye knew that the witch had a sneaky origin, but he still did it in the end.

In the end, he was defeated by his own fear.

He Lingchuan recalled the battle in the city just now. The red bird had amazing destructive power. It could easily summon a large number of fire tornadoes, as if it could fight a city alone. He doubted whether the big monsters in the northern monster country had such means.

As for the six people including Qingxu Jushi, they could fly in the air, which was obviously not something that today's magicians could do. In this world with a lack of spiritual energy, how could magicians still fly?

What's more, they called the red bird "demon fairy", could it be?

He Lingchuan had a bold guess in his mind. By the way, the paper man he killed in Zizhuyuan said that he was a centurion under General You.

In other words, the evil ghosts on both sides came from the same source?

Well, he had to leave as soon as possible.

Just then, he suddenly saw another commotion ahead, with several riders fleeing in front and the Xiaolin Army chasing behind.

Hey, in this strange scene, there are actually familiar faces?

He Lingchuan recognized at a glance that the fleeing people were Wu Jinsong and others.

It's just that there were originally seven or eight of them, but now there are only three left.

"Come here!" He called Wu Jinsong.

The three men rode their horses towards him upon hearing the sound, and the pursuers followed closely.

He Lingchuan relied on his divine bone necklace to not be afraid of the burning. He jumped into the building with a huge fire in two steps, exerted his true strength on his feet, and suddenly trampled on two logs.

Wu Jinsong had just run past He Lingchuan's feet when he heard a loud "Kuaka" sound. When he turned around, he saw a blazing big wood falling from the sky, hitting the pursuer's forehead accurately!

The soldiers in the back row hurriedly reined in their horses and dared not move forward again.

The huge wood exploded twice again, and sparks splashed everywhere.

But there was a man who walked out of the fire, as if he was strolling in the garden, not afraid of the raging flames behind him.

Wu Jinsong and others were stunned.

Even though their five senses were dull at the moment, they couldn't help but sigh, "This kid is so handsome."

However, He Lingchuan's handsomeness lasted only three seconds, because another huge tree was also burned and fell down.

He jumped to the back seat of Wu Jinsong in one step: "Go, go!" What are these idiots doing? Wasting the time he had finally gained.

The four people rode their horses and fled madly.

After running nine turns and eighteen bends for a mile, the shouting and killing around them became weaker and weaker, and there were no pursuers behind them, so Wu Jinsong and others slowed down their horses.

He Lingchuan asked him: "How did you get here?" These people were finally rescued, and they really didn't take the road to heaven.

"We searched around the lake for a few times, but didn't find any clues. We felt sleepy and tired, so we wanted to go to the county and settle down." They were brought in for several days and had almost no water or rice. It was strange that they were not thirsty or tired. "I entered here just after I came down from the mountain, and lost four brothers."

There were seven of them in total, and four of them were killed because they were outnumbered.

"You didn't go to Wuze County first?"

"No."

He Lingchuan also roughly understood that what he entered before was probably not the real Wuze County, but a strange space similar to this battlefield.

The question is, how to get out?

"No matter the illusion formation or the labyrinth space, there will be flaws, and there will be a door to life." This is not the mercy of the caster, but the law. If there is no door to life, the space itself cannot be built at all. He asked these cavalrymen: "During this journey, have you found anything that is completely different from the outside world?"

Wu Jinsong smiled bitterly: "Everything here is very different from the outside world, and everything is incongruous."

Can the outside world be so war-torn?

"The first place I entered was Wuze County, and I was sent here until I wanted to prevent Mr. Gan from making a contract with the goddess." He Lingchuan pondered, "Why didn't you just throw me in here from the beginning?"

Wu Jinsong asked: "It is more likely to kill you in Wuze County?"

"That is to say, this battlefield is not its first choice. Is it because... it is difficult to control?" He Lingchuan looked at the burning city, "The evil ghosts here are very into the drama, and they all play their own roles, maybe Don’t you listen to its instructions?”

Wu Jinsong was even more confused: "What kind of evil spirit?" He had lost his soul, but his IQ had not dropped. Why couldn't he understand?

Looking at their expressions, He Lingchuan confirmed that his guess was correct. Only he could identify the evil ghosts and paper figures flying around the place, while others were deceived.

He was about to speak when he suddenly said:

The eyeball spider suddenly moved away!

He was busy dealing with this battlefield before, so he didn't change his perspective, but he could still vaguely feel the position and distance of the eyeball spider.

Needless to say, the direction was extremely erratic, sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west. He Lingchuan couldn't follow it, as if the place he was in was a circle and Mr. Gan was walking in the outer circle.

However, at this moment, he felt that the distance between himself and the eyeball spider suddenly widened, so large that the connection between the two parties was almost non-existent.

Bad signal? Where did it go?

He Lingchuan immediately switched perspectives.

The eyeball spider was still lying on Mr. Gan's body. From its perspective, the scenery was no longer the Gan family's house.

There are bamboo forests, weeds, half-ruined small buildings, and a puddle of clear water behind -

It seems that Mr. Gan has returned to Mochou Lake!

He also walked slowly back to the small building, straightened his chair, sat down at the table, and then put the mirror on the table.

Mirror?

At this time, the eyeball spider has quietly landed on Gan Sanye's shoulder. Looking down from its angle, he can see through the bronze mirror:

The mirror surface was no longer a clear yellow, but instead showed a scene of flames and black smoke flying together, and monsters and armies fighting.

It's not like a mirror, but more like a screen.

This scene is so familiar. Isn't it the battlefield I'm on? It's just that Mr. Gan changed his overall perspective. He Lingchuan suddenly felt:

Turns out I'm in the mirror?

He suddenly remembered two details:

Just now I rushed into the courtyard of Ganzhai. The huge white marble screen wall was painted with a picture of flowers in front of the moon and a blank space on the side.

This is unreasonable.

In addition to covering the scenery behind and creating a winding and secluded artistic conception, the screen wall often also has inscriptions engraved on it to add interest. The He family moved twice, and Mrs. Ying paid special attention to the screen wall.

There are paintings on the video wall, but where are the words?

Painting without inscriptions is like a beautiful woman going out without makeup. Who else will recognize you?

He had jumped over the screen wall before and had no time to look at it, but when he stood on the full moon door and glanced down, he still saw a line of crooked small words:

Mo Er came here for a visit.

It's at the base of the wall at the bottom of the door, covered by green plants. It's probably written on charcoal strips, and I don't know how long ago it was left. If He Lingchuan hadn't been so high up, he would have barely seen it.

Most importantly, this line is backwards.

It's like he writes a few words on his hand and then looks in the mirror. The words reflected in the mirror are reversed.

After thinking about it from here, after he returned to Wuze County, it seemed that he had not seen a single plaque, signboard, or couplet. Even the signboard of Zizhuyuan was completely blocked by the swaying bamboo branches.

Now that I think about it, it's because the owner of the mirror doesn't want him to discover the secret.

It's just that there is still a sparse part in the hundred meters. The small words on the Full Moon Gate were not even noticed by it, so naturally they would not erase them.

But that was in Wuze County.

"Go there!" He Lingchuan looked around and signaled Wu Jinsong to gallop towards a five-story tower.