Chapter 828: City of Wind and Sand

He Chunhua pursed his lips before saying, "It's your mother."

She had a hemorrhage after giving birth, and before she died, she named the child, hoping that he would be brave and fearless throughout his life.

"Why did you change my name to He Lingchuan later?"

He Chunhua whispered, "The great shaman Zhaomandu said that this name is more suitable for you and will benefit you."

He Lingchuan did not comment, "Isn't father going to the Panlong ruins? Let's go."

He Chunhua was waiting for this sentence.

But when he stood up and looked in the direction of the Panlong ruins, he suddenly let out a long breath.

Is this day finally coming?

He suddenly felt a little reluctant.

He Lingchuan saw that he seemed to have a different emotion: "What's wrong with my father?"

"It's okay!" He Chunhua smiled, "Let's go."

At his command, the Black Water City Army replenished water and headed towards the Chipa Plateau.

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The closer to the Chipa Plateau, the more majestic and desolate it felt.

The moat in front of the south gate of Panlong City was originally just a deep earth gully, but now there is shallow water flowing.

Zhang Lianhai and others standing on the wide land bridge can hear the sound of water rippling below.

This sound has disappeared in the Panlong Desert for more than a hundred years.

When they arrived here, the mounts stopped and refused to move forward no matter how people whipped them.

Ling Jinbao, the elder of Jianyang Gate, rode a green beast. He had a brief exchange with the beast and said to everyone:

"They all feel that there is a huge danger ahead and dare not move forward."

Even the bird monsters in the sky came down to report that there was turbulence over the Panlong ruins and it was difficult for birds to get close.

They couldn't go.

Seeing this, people had to dismount and walk across the bridge.

As for the mounts, they asked someone to take them to the bottom of the nearby sand dunes for placement.

This little turmoil made everyone alert, but did not give up the idea of ​​entering.

They came here just to see the abnormality of Panlong City. If it was too peaceful here, what was the need for them to explore?

Everyone walked through the huge doorway and slowly entered Panlong City.

Even the heavenly messengers who were used to seeing all kinds of miracles subconsciously held their breath when passing through the city gate tower.

This solid and heavy fortress, almost armed to the teeth, was covered with scars left by wars in addition to the marks of wind and frost.

Whoever passed by here would be shrouded by the historical stagnation and tragedy that came to their faces.

Zhang Lianhai couldn't help whispering: "This is Panlong City."

This little voice also echoed between the two layers of the city wall.

It was not until they entered the South Gate Square that the whistling wind woke everyone up from the atmosphere just now.

Miraculously, the ruined city in front of them was not covered by the wind and sand. Although there were traces of arson everywhere, some buildings still survived tenaciously.

A little clear water has accumulated in the pool and river of the South Gate Square, although there are no fish swimming. There are already some green spots in the cracks in the ground, the gaps between the bricks, and the shadows of the buildings.

There are even red and white grass flowers blooming sporadically by the river.

The city is covered with grass and trees in spring.

Zhang Lianhai calmed down and felt that this forgotten city seemed to be about to wake up from its slumber.

This is not a compliment, but a kind of weirdness.

The Panlong ruins should be desolate, dilapidated, and lifeless. At least in the past 100 years, it has been like this under the attention of the gods.

Since the shocking change in Lingxu City, the Panlong ruins have indeed undergone corresponding changes.

All kinds of people and horses dispersed when they came here, each trying their own way.

Ling Jinbao of Jianyang Gate was also observing the terrain, and his subordinates asked him: "Uncle, what should we do now?"

Although they came to "investigate", Panlong City is so big, where should they start?

"One group of people will go to the temple, one group will go to Zhong Shengguang's former residence and tomb, and one group will go to General Hong's residence. Several people will also go to the South Gate." Mitian, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong are all related to the Dafang Pot. If there is a change in Panlong City, these places should be paid attention to first.

As for the South Gate, it is better to climb high and look far.

The subordinate reminded: "Uncle Master, we shouldn't be too scattered, right?"

This ghost place is very evil, not to mention that there are other groups of people who come here to search for treasure.

Ling Jinbao thought for a while: "Then divide into two groups first, go to the temple and Zhong Shengguang's official residence."

While speaking, a voice suddenly came from the alley in front:

"... There is nothing unusual in the temple. But the Grand Marshal said that the entrance was opened in the temple last time..."

"There is water in there, we also tried..."

A group of people came out from the corner, about twenty people.

Caught off guard, the two sides met each other, both were stunned, and subconsciously drew their weapons.

"Who are you?"

The Jianyang sect stared at them: "Who are you?"

The leader of the other side snorted. Everyone came for the same purpose, but no one wanted to introduce themselves.

The two teams confronted each other with swords drawn, Ling Jinbao first put the sword back into the sheath, spread his hands: "We don't want to cause trouble."

The atmosphere eased, the other side looked at them a few times, turned around and left.

Ling Jinbao spoke at the right time: "Excuse me, when did you enter the city?"

"Why do you ask?" The other party was still very alert.

"I came here once, and I came to you to check the clues."

The people on the opposite side looked at each other and said: "I came in this morning."

That is to say, they arrived at the Chiba Plateau and entered Panlong City this morning.

Ling Jinbao nodded: "We came here at night last time and encountered an illusion."

Is it really an illusion? In fact, he didn't think so.

The other party looked at them again and walked away.

"Uncle Master, this group of people looks very unfamiliar." They don't belong to any faction that set out from Blackwater City.

"Many people come here to adventure and search for treasure. We are here, and so are others." Ling Jinbao said, "They have been here for a long time, but it seems that they have not gained anything."

"The 'Grand Sima' they are talking about, is it Dong Haoming?"

Other countries also have Grand Sima, but when this name is mentioned in Yuan Country, it is hard not to think of the rebellion in the northwest. Jianyangmen certainly knows Dong Haoming.

Another disciple was surprised: "Could it be the one who killed Senior Brother Wu Di..."

Ling Jinbao "hushed" and looked unhappy: "Why are you talking about these gossips? Let's go to the temple and take a look."

"Didn't they say that there is nothing in the temple?"

"They searched it, so it's fine? There were many visitors to the Panlong ruins in the past, and every house has been searched. Why are we here again?"

Soon after, they stood in front of the magnificent temple ruins.

Everyone knows that the only god worshipped in Panlong City is Mitian.

However, after the city was broken, the temple was also the focus of the coalition forces of Baling and Xianyou. It was demolished and burned, and even the statues were beheaded and pushed down.

"They said there was water." Ling Jinbao walked around the temple and found that the only place with water was the offering pond in front of the temple.

The pond was not small, and there were traces of being broken and repaired on the edge. Probably because of the continuous heavy rains in the past few days, the pond water was more than one foot deep, and it was clear and you could see the bottom at a glance.

His disciples also came over: "The subordinates of the Grand Marshal just said that the entrance was in the temple, and that there was water. Could it be that they were referring to this pond?"

Ling Jinbao took out a copper coin and threw it into the pond.

The copper coin was solid and soon sank to the bottom. Everyone could see it clearly through the water.

Ling Jinbao took a long stick and poked the bottom of the pond. It was solid.

"The last time the entrance was opened in the temple?" he murmured, "When was the last time? How could the Great Sima know?"

Has anyone ever successfully found the entrance?

Then, what happened?

A disciple climbed up the tower and looked into the distance. At this time, he suddenly said: "The people in the Heavenly Palace have taken action!"

He climbed up and looked into the distance. He happened to see the movement in the South Gate Square.

It turned out that the Heavenly Palace Lantern Keeper lit the pale white gold candle in the square.

The disciple muttered: "Besides lighting the lamp, can he do anything else?"

"This lamp spirit clone is equivalent to their life-born magic weapon. Most of the skills of the Heavenly Palace Lantern Keeper are displayed through it."

Everyone was stunned: "Lamp spirit... clone?"

"There is an ever-bright lamp in the Heavenly Palace that has been blessed by the gods and has not been extinguished for hundreds of years. It is a very powerful magic weapon. What the Lantern Keeper brought out is just a clone."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone saw Zhang Lianhai muttering something, and then he raised the candle up-

The lamp spirit burned brightly, turning into hundreds of golden lights, rushing in all directions.

Each golden light seemed to have intelligence, going into the streets and alleys, inspecting the buildings and city walls, and even not letting go of the stone bridges by the river and the cracks in the bluestone slabs on the road.

Seeing this, Ling Jinbao immediately changed his words: "... Even if it is a clone, it has many wonderful uses."

Saved them from searching by manpower like they did.

In terms of efficiency, the lamp spirits are probably more efficient. And these luminous things are also very sensitive to magical powers and secrets, and may be able to detect things that are difficult for human eyes to see.

In a blink of an eye, a golden light flashed over, ignoring the Jianyang disciples, but not letting go of any corner or gap in the temple.

It also deliberately hovered above the pool twice, and suddenly plunged into it.

It was just a light, without substance. The pool water had two layers of ripples, and a small string of bubbles came up.

Is there anything unusual? Ling Jinbao immediately focused his attention.

However, the golden light circled twice under the water and came up, and nothing was found. The water in the pool soon returned to its calm state, perhaps it was just wrinkled by the wind.

Seeing it go away, the disciple thought: "Uncle, where should we search now?"

Ling Jinbao's eyes flickered, and he looked back at the South Gate Square: "Assign two people to keep an eye on the people in the Heavenly Palace, and it's best to let them lead the way for us. The rest of you, follow me to the square to climb the city gate."

Everyone followed, puzzled: "Why go to the city gate?"

"The red light at night rises from the ruins of Panlong, so where the light comes from, there is the treasure, do you understand?" At this point, Ling Jinbao suddenly remembered something and paused, "Hey, wait!"

He looked up at the sky: "How long will it take until dark?"

"It's already the end of the Wei hour when we arrive at the oasis outside the city. Stay for half an hour and then rush over -" The disciple counted carefully with his fingers, "It's almost sunset, right?"

"Sunset, sunset." Ling Jinbao said to himself, "Yes, we came at night last time!"

He turned around and hurried to the outside of the city gate:

"Go, go! Go out first!"