Chapter 840 The Robber God

This small world is different from the Fu Realm. It will not be open to the human world regularly. Perhaps it will be open for hundreds of years before the immortals disappear.

Combining these two legends, Sanshui Zhenren, Dafang Hu Gai Que Beast, these three are related.

Remove the factor of Sanshui Zhenren, then the Que Beast running wildly all over Panlong City may be released by the Dafang Hu Gai.

Zhang Lianhai has been active in Heishui City, Yuan Country for several months, collecting a lot of information, and also found three parties involved. Two years ago, these three people followed the then County Magistrate He to the Panlong Ruins for adventure. After surviving by chance, they often boasted about this past in the tavern.

They all mentioned that once the pool well of the Mitian Temple is filled with water, the entrance to the secret realm will be opened.

Note that it is the entrance to the Panlong Secret Realm.

However, this time when Zhang Lianhai entered Panlong City again, it turned out that the Que Beast with a Dafang Hu Gai rushed out of this entrance?

The disciple asked again: "Why do small spots of light appear on the bodies of these monsters after they die? Zhang Dengshi has been chasing the spots of light and has walked a long way, avoiding several groups of monsters on the way."

"Chasing the spots of light?" He Jing suddenly realized, "Zhang Lianhai has seen the clues." The big square pot may have sucked away these spots of light.

Zhang Lianhai is quite capable, otherwise the Heavenly Palace would not have sent him to monitor the Panlong Desert. Panlong City is extremely dangerous at the moment, and he would not rush out of his hiding place for no reason.

Unless he thinks that there is something there worth taking a risk.

He was still thinking carefully, and the disciple suddenly widened his eyes: "Master, hurry up, look!"

He looked at the mirror and saw that Zhang Lianhai and others had offended the little ghost-faced monkey, and then a huge group of monsters rushed over!

Zhang Lianhai and others were chased by the herd of beasts. Even through the Haofang mirror, the Heavenly Palace messengers outside could feel the suffocating urgency.

The average strength of these monsters is far above the Danube beasts in the Fu Realm.

After all, the most unfriendly thing about the Fu Realm is the environment and gravity.

The monsters sealed in the lid of the Dafang Pot appeared one after another, stealing the limelight from the Dafang Pot.

Why are they so resentful and kill people on sight?

Even the person looking in the mirror heard several unusually loud roars of beasts.

What was it coming from?

A flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind, and He Jing murmured, "No way? Could it be...?"

He had a strange idea:

Is it possible that it has been almost half a year since the nameless man made a riot in the Heavenly Palace, but the lid that was snatched back has not been completely integrated with the body of the Dafang Pot?

Who said that these two treasures can hit it off?

There are countless treasures in the Heavenly Palace, and He Jing is very clear about one thing:

The more divine the object is, the more personality it has.

This can explain the various anomalies in the Panlong Desert.

Perhaps it was because they were separated for too long, or perhaps these two treasures were too unique, and the lid of the Dafang Pot seemed to be quite resistant to the idea of ​​fusion. The monster Zhang Lianhai encountered in Panlong City was probably a means of resistance released by it.

Every time a Que beast was destroyed, the power of the Dafang Hu lid was taken away by the body of the Hu, and the two sides grew and fell.

To achieve the final fusion, we have to wait until the last Que beast is also destroyed... right?

This should also be the last desperate resistance of the Dafang Hu lid.

The disciple stared: "The Que beast group chased them, but Zhang Dengshi still tried his best to rush to the east of the city!"

What is in the east of the city?

He Jing and the disciples soon found Zhang Lianhai's destination:

General Hong's tomb!

Yes, it should be General Hong's tomb.

One hundred and sixty or seventy years ago, this half-human, half-god monster was more closely related to the Dafang Hu than Zhong Shengguang was to the Dafang Hu.

When he saw Zhang Lianhai digging up General Hong's tomb and discovering the remains of armor and the small pot inside, He Jing's breathing became rapid.

Dafang Hu!

He could actually see the Dafang Hu with his own eyes!

This is the treasure that the gods have been thinking about, the source of countless bloody battles, and the sacred object that the gods must pursue even if they kill all the holders!

Zhang Lianhai actually found it!

This is truly a historic moment.

But the next second, the tomb was getting farther and farther away from the young attendant.

The last scene he saw was the bloody mouth of the Que beast!

The image in the mirror disappeared here, and only He Jing's face was reflected.

He stamped his feet and sighed: "Just a little bit, just a little bit!" Zhang Lianhai, this unpromising thing!

The disciple asked: "Du Shi, what should we do now?"

He Jing looked up at the dilapidated Panlong City in front of him. The empty South Gate was like a big mouth, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

But the Dafang Pot was indeed there!

If he could get the Dafang Pot back, he would be the undisputed number one in the Heavenly Palace in the future-Duyun Chief Envoy is already old, and there are four Duyun Envoys. The one with the highest voice for promotion was originally Bai Ziqi.

The secret fight between him and Bai Ziqi also lasted for several years.

This big square pot can help him decide the outcome in one fell swoop.

However, if you want to say but, He Jing also knows the danger of this trip.

Apart from other things, these Que beasts always make him worry. The overall strength of the Danube beasts in the Fu Realm is not as good as them, but the lord of the Danube beasts is very powerful.

What about these snow beasts?

And there must be other dangers hidden in Panlong City.

The invisible danger is the most terrifying.

The treasure of the big square pot has always been inseparable from bloody struggles and conspiracies.

He Jing, who has seen many storms, is also hesitant at this time.

Of course, he knows the principle of high risk and high return, but how high is the risk?

In fact, thinking back, what he had to do was not to confront the Que beasts head-on, but to seize the big square pot in the Red General's tomb.

If some arrangements were made properly...

Another acolyte said: "There are still several teams in the city."

"The people in the city will die before dawn..." He Jing pondered, "Why should we lure them here?"

Whether it is the red light or the reflected city in the sky, it now seems that the big square pot is a bait to attract adventurers to enter the desert and explore Panlong City.

Why does it do this?

To find a new owner, or to use external forces to eliminate the Que beasts to help it tame the lid that has been lost for many years?

It is not surprising that the artifact chooses its own owner, but He Jing prefers the latter option.

Does this mean that the big square pot does not have much spare power at the moment?

But once the pot body and pot lid are completely integrated, the big square pot will definitely be more powerful and unpredictable. By then, will he still have a chance to get it?

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, each of which was a matter of gain and loss.

What if he doesn't go in?

Can he report back to the Heavenly Palace?

But at this moment, the pillar of light in Panlong City suddenly flashed a few times, and the color gradually dimmed.

"The red pillar of light is about to disappear." Everyone looked at He Jing, waiting for his final decision.

Fu Liang whispered: "Dushi, maybe we can wait for the next red light to go in!"

"Next time?" He Jing glanced at him, "When is the next time?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow?" Hasn't this red light appeared every night recently?

"Are you sure there will be tomorrow?"

"Ah..." The disciple was speechless, "No, I dare not!" He is not Dafanghu, how can he dare to guarantee it?

The red pillar of light has appeared every night recently, which does not mean that it will come every day in the future.

This is not a rule at all.

Just look at the scars on the bodies of the Que beasts in the city, maybe Dafanghu's grinding on them is also coming to an end.

At this time, a servant pointed to the sky: "Dushi, look! It seems to be coming to us."

In the dark night, I don't know when there was a light.

Everyone looked up, and it kept getting bigger in everyone's field of vision.

It seemed to be coming towards them.

No, it seemed to be coming towards the south gate of Panlong City.

Such a rich green light looked particularly strange against the background of the night.

He Jing's face changed, and he shouted at the servant behind him: "Who of you secretly invited the gods to descend?"

Everyone was shocked and shook their heads desperately.

He Dushi said, this is the descent of the gods? !

Then, could this green light that fell from the sky be...?

Their surprised expressions did not seem to be fake, and He Jing just asked casually. The preparations for inviting gods are cumbersome, and I don't think these guys understand it.

So it seems that someone in Panlong City invited gods and succeeded?

Which kind of gods did they invite?

In a blink of an eye, the green light flew closer, as dazzling as a comet, and those with weaker cultivation dared not look at it directly.

Feeling that this thing had bad intentions, He Jing immediately ordered: "Sacrifice the lamp spirit!"

It came too fast, and there was no time to set up a temporary formation. The lamp keeper could only take out the most powerful weapon.

Three golden lights immediately lit up in the crowd, and three lamp spirits appeared.

He Jing held one in his hand, Fu Liang held one in his hand, and another Tiangong disciple also held one.

They flew to the top of their master's head, blending with each other to form a golden light shield, protecting everyone in the middle.

He Jing chanted a few times, and suddenly hundreds of runes appeared on the golden light shield, also shining with golden light, slowly drifting on the shield.

They were still standing in the desert, more than ten feet away from the land bridge. The green light seemed to be heading for Panlong City, but it suddenly turned a corner when it flew to the bridge head and crashed into them.

He Jing shouted: "Hold still and keep calm, and have no distracting thoughts!"

Everyone immediately calmed down and chanted the name of the Holy Lord Lingxu loudly.

Even if the avatar of the god descended to the world, it would only be powerful if it descended into human form. And this god of unknown origin was obviously heading for Panlong City, so how could he choose a human god outside the city to descend?

But for safety reasons, He Jing still has to sacrifice the lamp spirit.

If humans without the mark do not agree, the avatar of the god cannot descend successfully. But they will do their best to threaten and lure.

With the protection of the "heart lamp" of the lamp spirit, the messengers of the heavenly palace will not be easily lured by this wild god of unknown origin.

The green light really hit the golden light cover.

Everyone and the light cover were shaken by the collision, feeling that this thing was coming fiercely.

But the green light then passed over the golden light cover, turned back, and plunged into the south gate of Panlong City.

Then, it disappeared.

There was silence again, as if nothing had happened.

He Jing put away the lamp spirit, and wondered in his heart: Why did this wild god hit them?

Although he called him a "wild god", as a Duyun envoy, he could feel that the breath of the green light was definitely not that of the Lingxu gods, but it was also very powerful.

Everyone in the Heavenly Palace looked at each other in confusion, only the disciple who controlled the lamp spirit exclaimed:

"All masters, my lamp spirit!"

He Jing looked down and saw that the white gold candle in his hand was only a little flame the size of a mung bean, swaying in the wind and about to go out.

Seeing the weak appearance, He Jing frowned: "Your lamp spirit essence was taken away by that celestial god's clone."