Chapter 852 Disillusionment

While the enemies around him were forced back by several corpse puppets, He Jing turned around and ran to the grave. After so many people hacked and chiseled, General Hong's armor had loosened. If he pulled it again, maybe it would work.

He did not forget his primary task, which was to get the big square pot!

General Hong's hand armor had indeed dropped.

The tomb was very dark, and He Jing had to look out, and his pupils shrank suddenly the next second.

Empty?

Empty!

The hand armor still maintained its original grip, but there was nothing in the middle except a little broken ice.

Where is the big square pot?

Where is the pot that everyone is paying attention to?

Everyone had clearly seen that the big square pot was here before...

Before he could finish his thought, He Jing suddenly caught a glimpse of a glimmer of light from the corner of his eyes.

That light was like the frost on the ground that he saw through the crack of the door when he was a child, inconspicuous but cold.

It fell on his neck, and it was as cold as frost.

He Jing said inwardly that it was bad, and his body suddenly lost strength.

His last thought was regret.

Since he had made up his mind to retreat and release the corpse puppet, why did he come back to grab the pot?

Wasn't it because he had a glimmer of luck and wanted to try it one last time?

Greed, greed that shouldn't exist!

It's too late to regret.

Others only saw a faint light flashing in the tomb. The action of this Du Yunshi paused.

Bao Guanjie just rushed over and was about to swing his knife, but saw a thin line of blood appear on the back of He Jing's neck-

Someone actually attacked him from the front, and cut off his neck with just one blow, and even cut off the cervical vertebra, so fast that the blood didn't even have time to gush out!

The most terrifying thing is that this came silently, like the wind blowing the phoenix tree, without revealing any murderous intent in advance.

Bao Guanjie also vaguely felt that something seemed to jump to the back of the tomb.

Then the head of the Tiangong Du Yunshi fell to the ground, and the blood from his neck spurted three feet away!

Many people around were splashed with blood spots.

The red light in the eyes of the running corpse puppets disappeared, and they fell to the ground. The controller was dead, and they could not move.

Someone shouted in the back: "He Jing is dead! The people of Baling killed the Cloud Envoy of the Heavenly Palace!"

The roar was full of energy and could be heard several miles away.

Bao Guanjie was furious: "Who, who is talking nonsense!"

He turned around to look for him, but he couldn't find the person who shouted.

Yue Zhengqing ran to the tomb and stretched out his knife to pick General Hong's hand armor.

With the previous lesson of He Jing, no one dared to look again.

"Empty!"

General Hong's hand armor was empty, and the big square pot disappeared.

Obviously, the person who killed He Jing also took the big square pot!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Bao Guanjie.

Just now, everyone saw with their own eyes that Bao Guanjie rushed behind He Jing, and then the head of this Cloud Envoy fell off, and the big square pot was gone.

If it wasn't him, who else could it be?

Bao Guanjie's eyes were red, and he growled angrily: "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't kill Du Yunshi!"

Someone assassinated He Jing in person and framed him for the crime of murder and theft? How could it be so absurd!

At this time, the roar of the beast came, very close.

The King of Que Beast is coming.

Everyone looked at each other, shouted, and turned around and ran!

The powerful team of Tiangong was tossed by the King of Que Beast. Can they beat this big monster?

Besides, the Dafanghu is gone, why are they still here, are they going to die?

Run! Everyone ran without looking back.

When each team ran more than a hundred feet, the movement behind them became smaller and smaller.

Bao Guanjie stopped to take a few breaths, and his men couldn't help asking him: "Sir, what is the Du Yunshi and the Dafanghu...?"

"I didn't kill them! I didn't take them!" Bao Guanjie roared, "You don't believe me?"

As soon as the voice fell, a red light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Everyone in the Panlong Secret Realm found that every ground, every building, every wall, and every pond was covered with a thin layer of red light.

Then the red light faded quickly, as if the whole carpet was dragged away from behind.

Everyone hurried a few steps, but failed to catch up with the speed of the red light fading, and could only watch it shrink to the central and southern part of Panlong City.

There was the location of the Mitian Temple.

Finally, the red light turned into a beam of light and soared into the sky.

This time, the beam of light only lasted for two or three breaths before it disappeared.

People looked at each other in bewilderment.

There were too many strange things in the secret realm, and no one was sure which one this was.

Bao Guanjie pressed the earth wall beside him casually, and the sound of the earth rolling down was heard far away in the quiet night.

"Listen, the beast roar has disappeared."

The roars of the Que beasts originally filled the entire secret realm, but now the city is quiet, without beast roars or footsteps.

Only the sound of the wind is left.

Bao Guanjie led his men through several alleys and came to an open space.

"Hey?" Everyone immediately felt something was wrong, "Where are the bodies?"

A quarter of an hour ago, there was a melee in this open space, and both the beasts and humans were killed and injured.

However, the ground in front of him was clean, with only a little rubble, not to mention the dead bodies, there was not even a single blood stain.

Seeing this, Bao Guanjie finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped: "We have left the secret realm!"

"Huh?" No one else reacted.

"The red light just now means that the secret realm disappeared." Bao Guanjie was not without regret, "Someone must have taken the big square pot and broke the secret realm!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the thick clouds had retreated at some point, and a bright moon was setting in the west.

It was almost dawn.

Just like that? They entered the secret realm inexplicably and left inexplicably?

"My lord, what should we do now?"

The relief of surviving the catastrophe is now slowly rising. Everyone looked at each other and sighed.

In that ghost place where monsters are everywhere and there is no escape, how did they survive!

Before Bao Guanjie could reply, the scout in the team rushed over: "Sir, there are still two alive guards of the Heavenly Palace. They are thirty feet ahead and running to the west!"

Two more alive?

Bao Guanjie's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Chase them and kill them!"

After getting rid of these two people, the Heavenly Palace will have to spend some effort to find out the cause of He Jing's death. Apart from anything else, the various troops who participated in the battle tonight might keep their mouths shut after returning.

After all, they all fell here and offended the Heavenly Palace.

If they don't get rid of these two people, they will go back to Lingxu City to complain, and he, Bao Guanjie, and Baling Kingdom will be in big trouble soon!

...

Zhao Qinghe and He Chunhua walked out of their hiding place and walked forward carefully. The cry of "He Jing is dead" just now was made by Zhao Qinghe.

He Chunhua reacted very quickly:

Tiangong Du Yunshi died in Panlong Desert, which is a great event. Yuanguo can't bear Beijia's anger at all, so it's better to divert the disaster as soon as possible.

The grievance has its perpetrators, so let Tiangong go to dig up the tomb.

They also saw the red light fade away.

He Chunhua's mind moved, and he immediately said to Zhao Qinghe: "Cut me with a knife, quickly!"

Zhao Qinghe thought he had heard it wrong: "Sir?"

"Don't hurt the vital parts, but it has to be heavy!"

Seeing his determined expression, Zhao Qinghe drew his knife and pierced his right shoulder.

Blood flashed, and he really didn't hold back this time.

He Chunhua curled up in pain. Zhao Qinghe put away his knife and helped him: "Sir, I'm sorry!"

"No, that's good!" He Chunhua knew that he was careful in his attack and deliberately avoided the tendons and meridians, so he said with pain, "Don't tell anyone else!"

"Yes!"

Then, the red light faded from under the feet of the two.

Zhao Qinghe simply treated his wound and helped him continue to travel south. The journey was smooth and he didn't even encounter a Que beast.

He Chunhua was silent, with endless doubts in his heart.

The secret realm did disappear, but did everyone come out?

Soon, footsteps came from the front.

The two of them hid in a low house and were on guard. Sure enough, dozens of people came over, and the one running in the front was He Chunhua's personal soldier, Hu Xuan.

Hey?

The two men came out to meet each other immediately: "Why are you here?"

"Sir!" Hu Xuan was full of joy, "The South Gate is open! Hey, you are injured!"

Even though he had guessed it, He Chunhua still breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the good news: "How did it open?"

"Just now a flash of red light passed, and the South Gate returned to its original state. The outermost layer was still half standing and half upside down." Hu Xuan came over to support him, "We sent people in and out several times, and there was no abnormality."

"The secret realm disappeared, and we are back to reality." He Chunhua glanced in the direction of the Mitian Temple, feeling a little emotional.

Twice, he entered the Panlong Secret Realm twice, but both times he returned without success.

Zhao Qinghe asked him: "Sir, do you want to go over and take a look?"

"No." He Chunhua's depression gradually faded, and he felt a little relieved, "Now there will probably be nothing if I go over there."

He still remembered how the Panlong Secret Realm disappeared last time. Now rushing to the Mitian Temple is just a waste of effort.

But at least he survived again, which was better than so many people in the Heavenly Palace, even Duyunshi and Shoudengshi all lost their lives here.

He witnessed the chaos at the Red General Tomb with his own eyes, and kept his mind clear at the last moment, and did not go up to fight.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago, right?

"Where are the Rongshan people?"

"After walking down the city wall, they left through the South Gate." Hu Xuan looked around, but did not see He Lingchuan, and did not dare to ask.

He Chunhua asked about Rongshan people, but he was thinking about He Lingchuan.

After the failure of the Naraku God's descent, He Lingchuan's whereabouts became a mystery and he never appeared again.

But He Chunhua was inexplicably convinced that he was still alive.

Is he the evil ghost in Panlong City? What happened in the secret realm tonight, what exactly is related to him?

As smart and steady as He Chunhua is, his mind is also in a mess now, and he doesn't know how to sort out the thousands of threads.

He only knows one thing:

The big square pot was taken away.

Who did it? It's hard to say.

Neither he nor Zhao Qinghe approached the tomb of General Hong, but just hid in the dark to watch the battle. From their perspective, they did not see clearly how He Jing died, nor how the big square pot disappeared.

Was it Bao Guanjie or someone else who took the treasure?

Zhao Qinghe asked him: "Sir, do you want to find the Baling people?"

In fact, he was asking He Chunhua whether he wanted to take back the big square pot?

He Chunhua looked back at the way he came. The huge Panlong City was silent in the darkness. In such a big city, where can you search for the Baling people?

He sighed and shook his head.

His arms suddenly felt hot, and he took out the statue of Narakutian, and saw that it kept flashing.