Chapter 496 Reality and Magic

He Lingchuan was stunned as he saw him go away. Finally, the red mist turned into a part of the giant shadow again, and then he came back to his senses:

Yes, Sun Fuping died in the illusion of Dafang Hu, and of course his soul was likely to be detained in the Soul Country.

It seemed that he would never find relief.

At this time, He Lingchuan began to feel exhausted.

If you hold your breath for too long, you will be kicked out of the dreamland if you don't return to the surface.

The giant red shadow under the water moves very leisurely, but in fact it moves forward dozens of feet with every swing.

In just two breaths, it disappeared into the extreme cold.

He Lingchuan also swam back to the surface with all his strength and took a deep breath.

He was just a little bit away from suffocating himself to death in the deep water, creating a new way of death for himself in Panlong City.

The spider web bag is still hanging on the stalactite, but the unknown roots have actually reached here, wrapping the head inside several times, and absorbing its power like jelly, so the monster head has not been able to grow a body.

Fortunately, these roots are very thin and did not suck it dry.

He Lingchuan grabbed the net bag and pulled it, and the roots were broken off, leaving only a few of them still wrapped around the monster's head.

These thin roots seem to be tough only on monster heads.

It was trembling, and when it saw He Lingchuan appeared, it asked him loudly:

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It was strange that He Lingchuan could deal with it. Looking up at the rock wall again, the monster's body was completely empty, but its roots were still there.

He thought for a while and simply swam to the edge of the rock wall and climbed up along the roots.

What kind of plant is this? Even monsters eat it. He wants to find out.

Interestingly, when he climbed up, he discovered that the cracks penetrated by the roots were large enough for a person to get through.

Climbing up along the increasingly thick and entangled root system, and then crawling parallel for a short distance, he actually saw the light!

Almost to the ground?

No, there is water again in front, and the water is clear and warm when you soak in it.

Warm, hot spring?

He Lingchuan swam out of the cave and saw fish playing in the stream and water lilies in bloom.

He even heard the children laughing.

When I surfaced, I saw a familiar sight -

The small bridges and stone railings by the lake, the wide square opposite, and the businesses on both sides of the street.

When he turned around, he saw a lush green tree growing by the water.

This is not, this is not—

Panlongcheng South Gate Square? !

He had clearly been fighting monsters in the underwater cave on the northwest side of Chipa Plateau before, so how could he climb up along the tree roots and return to Panlong City?

He Lingchuan wiped the water from his face and had countless questions in his mind.

The children on the shore came to watch him, and an old man also walked over and extended a helping hand to him: "Come up here, are you drunk?"

Who would jump into the river here if they weren't drunk?

He Lingchuan thanked him for his kindness and jumped ashore on his own.

"Bat, bat!" A boy pointed at his net bag and shouted, "This bat looks like a monkey."

"What else?" The strange head looks more terrifying and eye-catching. Why don't these children say anything?

The boy asked him, "Can they fly?"

"Yes." He Lingchuan put the net bag in front of him, "Besides bats, what else did you see?"

"Nothing. Well, why did you put a big rock in the net?"

"Stones?" There were no stones in his net.

"How can it be the land of souls!" The strange leader on the Internet also spoke, with a shocked tone, "You are obviously sleeping, why are you not in the land of dreams?"

"Is it my fault?" He Lingchuan was also surprised. This guy could accurately pronounce the word "hunxiang", which meant that he was not a native of the Panlong world.

Is this guy an invasive alien species?

No wonder the giant red shadow wandering outside the Soul Country would take action. It seems to have been acting as the guardian of this Soul Country.

The children around him were chattering, and He Lingchuan gave them a few coins: "Go buy some candies."

The children ran away happily.

He Lingchuan found peace and had time to carefully examine the green trees in front of him.

Are the roots that penetrated the rock wall the Guluo tree?

At least judging from the location, that's what it should be.

He Lingchuan leaned on the railing and looked down, and found that the hole under the water was gone.

Yes, he has been here dozens of times. The stone corridors on the riverbank are very neat. Are there any caves?

This tree broke through time and space and brought him here directly from the northwest of Chipa Plateau?

Well, or to put it another way, it extended its roots directly from here to the cave in the northwest of Chipa, in order to catch the monster and have a feast?

At this time, he looked at the little Juluo tree again. The originally thin trunk had become thicker, and he could hold it in his arms. It had also grown a little taller, and was one and a half feet above the ground. The crown of the tree had also begun to spread out, and now it had a little bit of growth. The bearing of our ancestors.

This Juluo tree is different from all other plants in Panlong City. It grew from the seeds of the Treasure Tree King he brought in from the outside world. It itself has the power to span Qingming, so it can sense external invasion?

It eats the monster, does it mean that the nutrients it needs to grow are also... underworld?

Questions kept rising in He Lingchuan's mind, but he still had the most important things to do now.

Picking up the net bag, he rushed to the shop on the street and said to the old man guarding inside: "Uncle Li, I can lend you your backyard!"

Uncle Li was grabbing straw and knitting something, without raising his head: "Go ahead."

This is where Sun Fuling bought ice lanterns for mourning in the winter. In the summer, when he couldn't make ice lanterns, the old man made grasshoppers, ponies and other handicrafts out of bamboo and straw to sell, which were very popular with the children.

There was no one in his backyard, only bamboo sticks, rattan and other miscellaneous items.

He Lingchuan lifted the monster's head and faced it: "What are you?"

"What happened to my original body?" The monster head has been in shock since it was chopped off.

Everything it could see was beyond its imagination.

"It's gone." He Lingchuan said concisely, "If you want to follow in my footsteps, I will fulfill your wish now."

Interestingly, the roots that he tore off in the cave now tightly wrapped around the monster head, neither sucking it dry nor leaving it.

The human head with three eyes was tightly wrapped by several tree roots. It was difficult to describe this shape with the word "weird".

But this monster head has never grown a body again. He Lingchuan intuitively felt that it was related to the roots of the Gu Luo tree.

"No, no!" The monster leader reacted strongly, "I don't want to die."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Someone marked you as a tribute." The monster leader confessed, "We like young and strong spirits. Delicious!"

"Who?"

"I don't know who he is." The monster leader still had the arrogance of the past, "We don't care."

"Where is this person?" He Lingchuan frowned, "I want the specific location and his appearance!"

This ghost thing comes from the real world, which means that someone outside is dealing with him!

Good, very good.

The clues come to the door by themselves.

"You won't kill us?"

"See how you cooperate."

"Three hundred feet to the west of you, there is Tongfu Inn; he looks skinny and has a long face, and looks like he will fall down if the wind blows."

He Lingchuan picked up the net bag and slipped back to the street, and met two patrol guards passing by.

He packed the monkey bats and handed them to the patrol guards, asking them to take them to the Dan Office to give to A Luo.

Leaving this head wrapped in tree roots, He Lingchuan jumped onto the Gu Luo tree and stuck it in the branch.

Anyway, in the eyes of the natives of Panlong City, this is just a big stone. No one will be interested, and the children can't reach it.

"No, no, no, don't put me here!" The strange head felt the breath of the Juluo tree and was shocked.

Isn't this the tree demon that sucked it dry before?

"Help me keep it." He Lingchuan patted the trunk of the Juluo tree, "Don't eat it first, I still have a use for it."

The wisdom of the Juluo tree is fully reflected in the treasure tree king; although this tree is still in its infancy, when He Lingchuan grabbed the net bag in the cave, it didn't fight with him, indicating that this little guy is very spiritual.

Then He Lingchuan found a corner where no one was sitting, closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body:

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

In the past, he thought that the only way to leave the dream on his own initiative was to commit suicide, but it didn't taste good; later he thought it was wrong, he was the owner of the broken knife, why couldn't he enter and exit freely?

He tried a few more times, and sure enough, if he concentrated his mind and asked to log off like this, he would soon return to reality.

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When the Hundred-Faced Nightmare was dragged into the deep sea by the giant red shadow outside the Soul Land, almost no one noticed that a star suddenly lit up in the night sky in the east of reality and flashed a few times.

Just a few times.

Then, everything seemed to return to normal.

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Tongfu Inn.

With a "crack", the statue on the table suddenly broke into several pieces.

The sorcerer who had been closing his eyes and chanting suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and said in disbelief: "Master Hundred-Faced? How is this possible!"

In response to him, the fragments of the statue shattered all over the table.

Nightmares also have strengths and weaknesses. The predecessor of the Hundred-Faced Nightmare was the Immortal Soul. Its strength was not denied by its kind or humans.

This nightmare rarely attacked, but never failed. It was because he firmly believed in the power of the Hundred-Faced Nightmare that he dared not believe what he saw.

Even the king of Mang State, a great lord of a generation, died at its hands. This He surnamed was just a commoner and had no Yuanli to protect himself. How could he defeat the Hundred-Faced Nightmare?

This is as ridiculous as a six-year-old kid defeating a boxing champion in the ring.

But facts speak louder than words, no matter how shocked the sorcerer is, he has to plan for his next step.

The door of the house was opened with a bang, which scared the sorcerer. He saw the guest from the next room step in and said, "You failed?"

The sorcerer was furious: "Why did you come uninvited?"

The man stared at him and asked, "Did it work or not?"

"It didn't work, it was broken. The opponent is very strong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid he will chase me." The sorcerer was short of breath and could only stand up staggeringly, "Do you want to stay?"

There were fragments in the spitted blood, and his heart veins were injured. The most important thing he should do is to lie down and rest. He can't get up for at least half a month, otherwise it will cause trouble in the future.

This is the backlash of the spell, which can cause disability at the least and death at the worst. But the sorcerer doesn't care about these. Even a strong man like Baimian can't return, and it's probably dangerous for him to stay.

"You magicians are really unreliable." The other party supported the wall with one hand. A huge shadow moved in the darkness behind him, and a fishy wind blew in his face. "You go, leave this place to me."