Chapter 599: God's Means

Then, He Lingchuan's eyes went dark.

It was as if he had closed his eyes, but he was dizzy.

…

He Lingchuan didn't know what happened, and suddenly he felt someone pushed him hard: "Don't stand here and block people, okay?"

He shuddered, and the sky, the stars, the gods, the scales, and the big eyeballs were all gone.

He was standing in the Chongyang Hall, surrounded by people.

Everything was running as usual, who cared that his world had just turned upside down?

When he came back to his senses, he turned around and saw a middle-aged woman with a face full of flesh said to him angrily: "Are you going to worship or not? If not, get out of the way, what's the point of standing here!"

"Oh." He Lingchuan was not annoyed, but a little grateful to her, "Come on."

He stepped back two steps, and Lu Shishi looked at him with a smile and said: "Are you, are you okay?"

"Not bad." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand and pressed his neck, frowning, "What happened to me just now?"

Fatigue suddenly overwhelmed him, and liquid flowed from under his nose.

"You suddenly stood still. I called you twice, but you didn't respond." Lu Shishi said with concern, "Oh, you have a nosebleed!"

"Yeah." He felt that Lu Shishi knew it well, "I have a severe headache. Is there a place to rest?"

She groaned, "Then let's hurry back to Yunzhan."

"Okay." He Lingchuan took a step, swayed twice, and seemed to be unable to support himself, and put all his weight on her.

Lu Shishi was surprised that he fell down as soon as he said it, but she supported him with one hand the next second.

Hey, this girl's cultivation is not weak, I didn't see it before.

Lu Shishi supported He Lingchuan calmly, and waved to the nearby palace guards at the same time: "Come and help!"

The palace guards usually looked at people with their noses, but they came flying after she moved, and supported He Lingchuan and walked out of the hall, ignoring the strange looks of the crowd.

"Who is this person? Why did the palace guards help him out?"

The aunt who pushed him just now was even more flustered, and quietly hid in the crowd.

He Lingchuan pretended not to hear the whispers behind him.

He didn't lie. He was really uncomfortable. His head hurt so much that it was about to explode. His clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat, and his body weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Although there was no precedent, he speculated that this should be a manifestation of excessive mental exhaustion.

He stood in the hall from beginning to end, which all the tourists could testify to.

But the sky, stars, scales, and big eyes just now were not illusions.

What did he experience?

Since someone was in charge, He Lingchuan simply relaxed his whole body, closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

The palace guard couldn't hold the mud, so he had to carry him all the way back to Yunzhan.

The road was still bustling, but it had nothing to do with him.

His place was turned upside down, but the world didn't care.

Yunzhan was the reception room where the subjects waited for the gods to meet. There was no bed but there was a couch. The palace guard put him on the couch.

He Lingchuan didn't open his eyes either, so naturally someone put a pillow behind his head, wiped his face with a hot towel, and covered him with a thin blanket.

Lu Shishi also asked him: "Do you want some water?"

He nodded, of course, and then lay in the girl's arms, and someone fed him warm water bit by bit.

He also took two small pills to replenish his spirit and qi.

To others, his breath gradually became even, as if he had fallen asleep.

For the lantern keeper of the Heavenly Palace, this was indeed a normal reaction after experiencing the judgment of the gods. Some unlucky people simply couldn't make it and died directly.

Although He Lingchuan was drowsy, he was still trying to recall the accident just now.

When he first entered the world of the sky, he thought that his soul had left his body and was dragged into the void by the gods, or into a small world of souls.

Everything around him, such as the giant scale, the vast starry sky, and the endless eyes, seemed to fit this speculation.

But after the curtain was torn open, the cyan mark that suddenly lit up in the void immediately exposed this illusion!

He had seen this cyan mark.

Last year, he and He Chunhua went to Panlong Fantasy, and the "God" clone invited by Nian Songyu first rushed into He Lingchuan's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to snatch his body.

At that time, this mark appeared in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and the God clone was instantly driven away.

So when this cyan mark appeared again, He Lingchuan reacted instantly:

Go to the damn small world, go to the damn soul land, this is his mind!

Miao Zhantian didn't rob his soul at all, but rushed in himself, and specially made a stage set, dressing up his sea of ​​consciousness so that even he, the owner, couldn't recognize it!

No, not only Miao Zhantian, but also the gods watching!

These bastards had a party in his mind, no wonder he had a headache that was about to explode, as if someone was cutting his nerves with thousands of knives.

The gods didn't care about the consequences of doing so, nor did they care about He Lingchuan's life and death and feelings.

In their eyes, what's the difference between a human life and an ant? If you accidentally kill it, just kill it.

But how can the consciousness of an ordinary person withstand such destruction?

He Lingchuan didn't become stupid and crazy on the spot, thanks to the long-term training in Panlong City, which made his soul much more resilient than ordinary people!

But He Lingchuan was happy because he had passed the biggest crisis since he came to this world.

Miao Zhantian's "Dharma Eye", which was always effective, failed here.

If the gods didn't believe in the power of the Eye of Truth, they wouldn't use the touchstone on him.

Then on the other hand, Libra believes that what he said is true, and the gods will believe it.

He Lingchuan does not think that Mulian's pupil will be lenient to him, that is, there is something on his body that blocks or even distorts its vision, making it mistakenly believe that every word He Lingchuan said is true and effective.

To this day, He Lingchuan no longer believes in the word "coincidence".

He can't put his hand into the arms of the people next to him. But he remembers the warmth that suddenly emanated from his arms when he stood alone in front of the gods.

Is it this thing that helped him pass Mulian's test?

So, has the gods dispelled their doubts about him?

If the answer is yes, his actions in Lingxu City will be greatly reduced in the future.

It is worth it to take the risk to go to Xushan this time.

However, the sinister mind and changeable methods of the gods are beyond his expectations.

This is a temptation from another dimension, directly skipping the external and superficial, and directly interrogating his inner heart.

Strangely, none of the three questions raised by the gods are related to the immortal medicine case.

He was the original person in charge of the Immortality Medicine Case, and he thought that the gods would at least ask some questions, such as whether he had any relationship with Mai Xuewen and Xi Yunhe, etc.

But no one would even mention it.

Does this mean that in the eyes of the gods, the Immortality Medicine Case and the Dafanghu are not at the same level?

It is not even as good as the Mou Kingdom in the east.

He Lingchuan had another doubt in his mind:

Why did the Dafanghu have no reaction?

His soul has always been firmly protected by the Dafanghu, which has long been confirmed by the soul-capturing mirror.

But this time, the gods came to his mind, which is equivalent to directly entering his hometown, and the Dafanghu did not move at all.

Did it do it on purpose, in order not to expose itself?

He Lingchuan remembered how the Dafanghu responded when the Hundred-Faced Nightmare attacked last time:

It first disguised itself as a dream, let the Hundred-Faced Nightmare enter Panlong City, and then sent a giant red shadow to devour it, and even the small Juluo tree got a share.

Is it the same trick this time, but just a different method?

But this is too dangerous for He Lingchuan.

If the gods are determined to take his life, can they destroy his soul in one go?

Therefore, Dafanghu is also taking a risky move.

After all, if it comes out to protect He Lingchuan, the situation will slide into an irreparable abyss.

I'm afraid the gods are waiting for it to react like this.

After this incident, He Lingchuan finally confirmed:

Dafanghu has intelligence and can think!

The Hundred-Faced Nightmare's judgment of it is correct:

It is alive.

Thinking of this, although he was tricked by Dafanghu today, He Lingchuan felt much more at ease.

It will weigh the pros and cons and disguise itself, so it will not be exposed for no reason for a bite of food. At least He Lingchuan doesn't have to worry about this.

It's better than a dead thing.

After being exhausted and weak, you still have to force yourself to think, which is to make yourself uncomfortable. As soon as he figured out these key points, he couldn't hold on immediately, and fell asleep after telling the soul-catching mirror a few words.

Heh, the god just forcibly invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, but this incompetent mirror was completely unaware.

What's the use of it?

...

He Lingchuan slept soundly and didn't even have a dream.

I don't know how long it took, someone shook his shoulder: "He Xiao, wake up, it's time to go back!"

He Lingchuan opened his eyes reluctantly and saw that it was Fu Shanyue.

He was still dizzy, and he sat up reluctantly: "Have you seen the emperor? Is it my turn?"

Fu Shanyue touched his nose: "Well, I have, but the emperor heard that you were injured and fainted, so he asked you to go down the mountain to recuperate, and you don't need to see him."

He Lingchuan said, and his mind was clear:

Originally, the demon emperor didn't intend to see such a small figure like him, and summoned him to the mountain just to let the god check him carefully.

Now that the answer is there, he is not important anymore, and the emperor is too lazy to pay attention.

"Why did you faint?"

"I was too tired." Lu Shishi was right beside him. He Lingchuan looked at her and pressed his neck, making a clicking sound. "I'm afraid I haven't recovered from the explosion yet."

Fu Shanyue said, "Oh," and stood up: "Then let's go down the mountain."

Lu Shishi smiled and sent the distinguished guest to the tower and left by teleportation.

...

Returned along the original route, without saying a word along the way.

Back to the inn, Fu Shanyue pulled He Lingchuan to the guest room yard, and first put up a barrier before asking him:

"What happened?"

What kind of mentality and cultivation did this person have to faint in the Chongyang Hall? Fu Shanyue bet with his knees that there must be something mysterious about this.

He Lingchuan didn't hide it from him. He covered his head and told him in detail the process of the gods invading the sea of ​​consciousness.

My head is still buzzing.

Of course, I didn't mention the big pot.

Fu Shanyue's face changed immediately: "What, so unscrupulous?"