Chapter 427 The Wheel of Fortune Starts

"Really?" He Lingchuan grabbed the Fusheng Knife, turned it over and handed it to him, "Take a closer look?"

Fu Shanyue didn't bother to be polite with him, he drew the knife out of the sheath, stared at it carefully: "The heads of the rings are all dragon heads, this one is very similar. Well, but the length of the handle is different, and the curvature of the blade is also different." Obviously it's not the same knife, "Where did you get this knife?"

He Lingchuan shrugged: "A family heirloom. You should ask my ancestors about this question."

How could it be such a coincidence that the knife given by King Yuan happened to be in the hands of this unknown kid? Dragon heads are also common decorations on swords and knives. He has seen them before. Besides, the swords on the ground are all lion heads and scabbard heads. Could they be fired in the same furnace? Fu Shanyue laughed at himself for being suspicious.

He Lingchuan asked him again: "What is the elixir of immortality?"

Fu Shanyue scratched his head: "You know what it is from the name, right? It only comes from Lingxu City, and I haven't paid attention to the others."

"You are about to inherit the throne, and you still don't know?" He Lingchuan just listened to every word, "It seems that all new demon kings have to take it, but they have to be controlled by the gods. So, do you want to drink it?"

Fu Shanyue seemed to be in trouble.

"Hey! Let's talk about it later." Finally, he waved his hand, "Go back, it will be dawn soon."

In at most two quarters of an hour, it will be white in the east.

He Lingchuan has no objection.

They have been busy all night, but they don't feel tired because they have cultivation and strange things to see.

When they returned to the camp, it was dawn.

The team packed their bags and set off. He Lingchuan and Fu Shanyue returned to their respective teams, and they kept silent about what they saw and heard last night.

Shi Erdangjia asked He Lingchuan: "What strange things happened in the city last night?"

"It was very quiet, and nothing strange happened." He Lingchuan shook his head, "We broke in and walked around, and the people in the fantasy city snored louder than you."

"No, no." This journey was thrilling, and there were more accidents than in the past few years. Shi Erdangjia sincerely hoped that the road ahead would be smooth and calm.

The caravan continued on the road.

The road became flatter and flatter, and He Lingchuan was riding on the sheep's back, surprisingly silent.

Shi Erdangjia looked at him several times and found that he seemed to be looking into the distance, in a daze.

He Lingchuan's mind was full of the illusion of Qianxing City last night.

Apparently, the Dafang Pot, the Divine Bone Necklace and the Fusheng Knife were originally owned by King Yuan. King Yuan even believed that the main reason for Beijia's fierce attack on Yuan Kingdom was the Dafang Pot.

Unfortunately, the black box only opened a small gap, and it was facing Shao Jian, so he and Fu Shanyue didn't see what the Dafang Pot looked like.

However, King Yuan wanted to destroy it, but he couldn't, so he could only collect it, which eventually led to disaster.

In other words, "not having it" is very important.

As a later person, He Lingchuan certainly knew that the big square pot was not destroyed after it was handed over to Zhong Shengguang, but was used for other purposes. To this day, this treasure is still in Panlong Wasteland and has not been taken away by anyone.

Is it true that Zhong Shengguang can't destroy it, or does he have other plans and use it for other purposes after getting it?

But this is contrary to He Lingchuan's cognition.

The news he got from Sun Fuping, the former national teacher of Yuan Kingdom, was that Zhong Shengguang held a ceremony to thank the gods when Panlong Wasteland became an enclave again and millions of residents were desperate. So the God of Mitian gave him the big square pot and sent his clone to the human world.

But as we saw last night, the big square pot was in the human world. It was passed from King Yuan to Zhong Shengguang, and then he took it to Panlong City.

Which statement is true?

Combined with what King Yuan said before, He Lingchuan suddenly had an idea in his mind, and suddenly remembered the Jindu ghost cub who was sneaking around in Panlong City, and Wen Daolun's failure to save his own son.

He even remembered the tribe in the Demon Nest Swamp that was devoured by the Son of God.

The dark thread connecting these events gradually became the bright thread.

If it were someone else, they could only sigh helplessly, after all, the people and things involved had gone with the wind and could not be verified.

But He Lingchuan was different, he had someone to ask.

He could go back and trace this unknown secret.

However, he had to face another suffocating fact at the moment:

King Yuan held the three-piece set of Dafang Pot, Divine Bone, and Precious Sword, and in the end King Yuan was defeated and Qianxing City was destroyed.

Zhong Shengguang also held the three-piece set of Dafang Pot, Divine Bone, and Precious Sword, and in the end Zhong Shengguang committed suicide and Panlong City was destroyed.

It was simply a curse, with a 100% mortality rate.

Now, these three pieces are in his hands, He Lingchuan.

How long will it take for this curse to take effect?

After watching the ending of King Yuan tonight, his heart was cold.

It seemed that his fate was held down by an invisible hand and dragged into an unknown abyss, or a predetermined fate, and these three things were the handles.

Why did King Yuan and Zhong Shengguang fail?

There is no doubt that they all faced an invincible enemy-

Beijia.

Although he has not witnessed the last period of Panlong City's history, judging from the increasingly frequent and undisguised intervention of the Demon Kingdom, the final destruction of Panlong City is also related to Beijia.

Even King Yuan and Zhong Shengguang were defeated. If getting the three-piece set means that he will have to face the same enemy in the future, what should he do?

What will be his fate?

Will it end tragically like King Yuan and Zhong Shengguang, or will he be able to find another way and walk his own way?

He Lingchuan has another doubt:

The existence of the Dafang Pot is extremely secretive, but how did the Demon Kingdom discover that it fell into the hands of King Yuan and Zhong Shengguang?

How did it track the whereabouts of this artifact?

The most important thing is——

According to what King Yuan said, Beijia will definitely find the owner of the big square pot, no matter where in the world.

The pot is not on him, but in this situation, he can barely be considered the owner of the pot——

owner?

He Lingchuan subconsciously pressed the necklace on his chest.

He didn't want to die suddenly, but this divine bone necklace...it can't be thrown away!

Thinking about his strange fate, and the two bad lots he drew in the Water Spirit Temple of Xianling Lake, plus the secret he just learned tonight, these things seem to be entangled together.

What should he do next?

It's no longer possible to continue to muddle through and travel around. Who knows when the gods and the demon country will turn their attention to him?

Crisis always comes when people are not paying attention.

To know yourself and the enemy, you must first know yourself.

He has to find a way to find out the secret of the big square pot.

What on earth is this thing, what is its use, and why are even the gods desperately looking for it?

The Demon Country is the country of the gods' pets, and it is also known as the country closest to the gods. He might be able to find some clues here.

Anyway, he is already here. If he is destined to be unable to escape, it is better to know it sooner rather than later, and it is better to prepare early rather than later.

Of course, the connection between the Dafang Pot and him is a secret, a secret that must not be known by anyone else, and he must keep it tightly covered!

...

Two hours ago.

Lingxu City, Xushan Heavenly Palace.

At the highest point of the Heavenly Palace, the sixteen-cylinder ever-burning lamps in the Zhaixing Tower are always on all night, and the light here is soft and bright at any time.

But people need to rest.

All sounds are quiet, not even a single lamp flower bursts, and the two lamp keepers rub their eyes several times beside the ever-burning lamp.

They all have cultivation, but they are not allowed to close their eyes and regulate their breathing during the lamp-keeping period. They can only yawn constantly, or use nasal peppermint oil to refresh their minds.

Tonight seems to be particularly long, and one of the lamp keepers can't stand the sleepiness and falls asleep against the pillar.

Seeing others sleep is always particularly fragrant, and I can't stand it even more. Another lamp keeper yawned so hard that tears came out. He was imagining how relieved it would be to slap his companion in the face when he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

For the lamp keepers of the Zhaixing Tower, this noise was very familiar, but why did it happen in the middle of the night?

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the flame of the long-burning lamp surge, and the red light on the altar was shining brightly.

On the white jade platform in the middle of the hall, the heavenly book radiated a bright light and moved without wind.

This was not silk or satin, but a piece of white jade carved, which would only be as soft as paper at a certain time.

The lamp keeper hurried to see, and red words slowly appeared on the originally blank heavenly book:

The ten directions are in sympathy, and the heavenly net is restless.

The lamp keeper slapped his companion to wake him up: "The oracle has given, go and report it quickly!"

His companion woke up and had no time to scold him. After reading the heavenly book, he ran out of the Zhaixing Tower quickly.

...

Half an hour later, the Zhaixing Tower was heavily guarded.

The two lamp keepers had been sent far away, and only one person stood in the hall.

All the ever-burning lamps suddenly dimmed, and the three-inch-long pure white flames were compressed into small flames as big as beans, swaying.

Fortunately, this scene only lasted for less than two breaths, and it returned to normal.

A huge figure was reflected on the pure white curtain, approaching the depths of the hall and stopping in front of the altar.

The people in the hall knelt down in front of it, calling it the emperor.

The tall and long figure raised up, crossed the white jade platform, and was as high as the altar.

A majestic voice sounded:

"Why did Tianluo move?"

"Report to the emperor, Tianluo star was bright two hours ago and lasted for more than half an hour. It's just the beginning of August now, and it shouldn't be at this time. The last time Tianluo star flashed..."

"Remember, you don't need to remind me." The emperor asked, "I want to confirm that the saint thinks that the movement sensed by Tianluo this time comes from--"

Three big characters quickly appeared on the heavenly book:

Dafanghu.

As soon as these words appeared, the blood red was full of ominousness.

The hall was quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

"Hasn't this thing always been in the northwest of Yuan Country? You told me that it has long been integrated with the entire Panlong Desert and cannot be taken out."

If it can be taken, Beijia Country would have taken it long ago. Why wait until now?

The Heavenly Book did not respond.

It is obvious that the gods could not answer this question either, so they sent down the oracle.

Du Yunshi said: "It was measured that this artifact appeared in our country, the location is north of Twilight and east of Xingshan."

The Demon Emperor was surprised: "It is in our country? Didn't measure it wrong?"

"It has never been wrong before."

The Demon Emperor's voice was slightly sarcastic: "It seems that someone can still take it out."

No one could take up this question.

The Demon Emperor asked again: "'North of Twilight, east of Xingshan' covers the southern part of Chiyan Country and Twilight Plain. Can't the Saint be more precise?"