Chapter 859: Killing and Arson Make Money Quickly

What kind of precious information is this?

Perhaps, this is the direction of his future efforts?

He walked a few steps and suddenly felt his limbs were filled with lead and extremely tired:

General Hong's armor is very burdensome to the body and is not so easy to wear.

Besides, the battle with Narakutian's clone is actually very stressful. He was tense and calculated the whole time.

Now that he relaxed, He Lingchuan couldn't help yawning.

How can a cunning opponent like Narakutian let down his guard and send down his clone? He Lingchuan's countermeasure is to make Narakutian think that every step of the journey of Panlong is led by himself, and make him think that the biggest danger in Panlong Ruins comes from Tiangong and Dafanghu itself, not He Lingchuan.

In a word, it is necessary to make it greedy and overwhelm its vigilance.

And a good hunter sometimes has to appear as prey.

He Lingchuan knocked on the God Bone Necklace:

"Hey, you didn't digest Narakuten's clone, did you? Otherwise, all the hard work today will be in vain!"

Why did he go to so much trouble to set up this trap? Isn't it to trick Narakuten's clone in and trap him?

Trapping, not killing!

God can only have one clone in the human world. Now Narakuten's clone is trapped in the big square pot. As long as it remains immortal, Narakuten himself can no longer descend to the human world.

The quota is occupied.

Therefore, He Lingchuan knew that the divine seal in the sea of ​​consciousness had not faded, but he was not panicked at all.

As long as Narakuten himself could not descend to the human world, there would be no way to deal with him in the future.

Because the skin cannot be transferred and the mark cannot be removed by other gods, other gods should not even think about taking advantage of He Lingchuan's skin.

Under the premise that He Lingchuan himself cannot erase the divine seal mark, this is the best compromise.

The God Bone Necklace did not react, as always.

He Lingchuan was not too worried. Although Dafanghu did not communicate with him, it still followed the rules and made sense. Just look at the fact that Panlong Secret Realm directly let human adventurers in this time, but blocked the God's clone in the ocean, and you know that it is indeed silently cooperating with He Lingchuan's plan.

He even said considerately: "When you are free, remember to let me see it with my own eyes. This is reasonable, right?"

Dafanghu should be busy now, both to trap Narakutian's clone and to merge the Lingbao cover.

He simply sat on the ground and adjusted his breath for two weeks, and then he felt that his body was slightly recovered and no longer in a hollowed-out state.

As soon as he stood up, He Lingchuan found that there seemed to be a glimmer on the ground not far away.

What is that?

He walked over and picked up a small yellow seal from the ground. Turning it over, there was a dent at the bottom of the seal, not deep, but very fresh.

"Heavenly King Seal?"

Just now, Sanshui Zhenren used this seal to suppress him, but was repelled by General Hong's black gun.

He Lingchuan thought it was a magical weapon conjured up by Sanshui Zhenren, but he didn't expect it to be a real treasure.

General Hong's fighting power, plus the energy of the Dafeng Army, didn't blow up the seal. The ancient immortal's personal weapon is indeed extraordinary.

It should be very valuable, right?

He Lingchuan wiped off the blood and mud on the seal and bowed to the sky:

"Thank you, Sanshui Zhenren."

He started to clean up the battlefield and collect the remains of the dead.

They are useless here, so why not let him go from now on.

He will treat them well.

Then, he found Sanshui Zhenren's token in the cracks of the stone.

"Oh, I found a treasure!"

There are three pythons engraved on this sign, black, gold, and blue. He Lingchuan knew at a glance that this was the Sanjiang python that had just fought with him.

However, after a big battle, they were all injured and needed to rest for some time before they could be released again.

This is the famous magic weapon of Sanshui Zhenren. It has been with its master in the Qianling Baogai for thousands of years, but it has not disappeared yet.

Unfortunately, as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth weakens, the magic weapon cannot exert its maximum power. Otherwise, the three big snakes were known as the power of the three rivers in their heyday, and He Lingchuan could not withstand it even if he was wearing the Red General Armor.

Touching other dead people, no matter whether they were Baling people, Andong people, or small fish adventurers, they were all poor and could not collect ten taels of silver, but the Tiangong team was quite rich. The gold and silver jewelry He Lingchuan searched from them was worth more than seven thousand taels of silver, and there were dozens of magic weapons, which were difficult to estimate for the time being.

Sure enough, killing and arson made money quickly.

He picked out Zhang Lianhai's candle and asked the God Bone Necklace: "Do you want it?"

In the past, Dafanghu showed interest in the candles and lamp spirits used by Bai Ziqi and Baidu, but He Lingchuan couldn't handle it at that time.

The God Bone Necklace accepted everyone who came and swallowed it in one gulp.

He Lingchuan shrugged and continued to search.

He Jing also had a pale platinum candle. As a Duyun envoy, his treasures were of course higher-end, and He Lingchuan decided to keep them for himself.

He also found the Beidou Kuixing formation.

The formation instruments were well preserved, but unfortunately all the Kuixing stones had been exploded in the battle. This formation was both offensive and defensive, and the Tiangong team relied on it to resist more than a dozen waves of attacks by the Que beasts. He was very envious at the time.

Well, keep it and see if there is a chance to replenish the Kuixing stones in the future.

He also took off several large-capacity storage rings from He Jing's hands, which were worth a lot of money. There were a lot of supplies, a complete set of small moving mountain copper talisman formations, and tokens to control several dried corpse demon puppets.

"It's rich." He was in need of money, and the Tiangong were all good people!

Then, he found a very special body.

He Jing brought four servant boys, but only three of them successfully summoned the boy-eating beast. The last beast never came out to fight because its host took medicine privately.

Judging from He Jing's reaction, this beast should be quite strong, but it's a pity that it couldn't help Tiangong reverse the situation.

It should still be hidden among the remains of the servant boy on the ground.

He Lingchuan tried to put the body of the servant boy into the storage ring, but failed.

Sure enough, the storage ring cannot accept living bodies.

He checked the body's pulse again and unexpectedly found that the young man was alive and well!

This was so unexpected. The waiter's eyes and brain were burned by the flame of the pale gold candle. It stands to reason that he would die on the spot. At that time, He Jing was in a hurry to get out the beast and didn't even care about this human life.

Although the beast has been sleeping, once the host dies, it will be unable to draw supplies. Just like a person will look for food when he is hungry, he will get out of trouble and look for food when he wakes up from hunger.

I don't know if this guy is lethargic or not hungry. It didn't show up until He Jing died in the battle.

His brain was damaged, and the waiter would definitely not be able to wake up, but his body was still lingering. This may also be the result of the beast.

The living body of the beast is still very valuable. How to deal with it?

This was not a problem for He Lingchuan, who took a picture of the soul mirror:

"Take it!"

The mirror is a small world of its own, and it is easy to accommodate a few living creatures.

The soul-capturing mirror spit out a few drops of water and turned into foam when it hit the ground.

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Sanshui Zhenren's blue python!" the soul-catching mirror complained, "just give it to me and ignore it! It has been tumbling in my little world for a long time!"

Until Sanshui Zhenren is gone, so is it.

"Can your little world still hold up?" Since following him, Mirror has gained a lot of benefits, and the little world should also be improved and no longer so fragile.

"...It's not bad, it dies quickly." The mirror silently collected the skin of the beast, "Why do you want this thing? What if it wakes up and wants to torment me again."

"Bring Dong Rui a toy." Dong Rui's demon puppet is similar to the beast, and he should be able to laugh until he sees this thing.

As soon as he straightened up, he found that the mud, sand and pebbles on the ground had turned into black smoke.

Looking around the buildings, the remaining bricks and tiles turned into smoke one after another, heading towards the Tomb of the Red General as if summoned.

The soul-capturing mirror shouted: "This secret realm is going to collapse! No, it's going to be dissolved."

It holds a small world and has the most say.

He Lingchuan walked alone among the ruins. Around him, a world was falling apart.

The background color of the sky gradually turned into light red.

Magical, lonely and spectacular.

This is the end of a secret realm, the last moment of an unknown world. How many people in the world can be lucky enough to witness it?

He Lingchuan understood that it was this secret realm that he, Sun Fuping, Nian Songyu and others entered two years ago.

It completed the handover between Zhong Shengguang and General Hong, and also served as the battlefield for Dafang Hu to refine the Qiling Gai, and it was also a trap for He Lingchuan to plot against Nai Luotian's clone.

It has completed its merits and can retire.

He Lingchuan closed his eyes, but what he was thinking about was:

What about Panlong World?

Is it essentially the same as this secret realm? How will it finally come to an end?

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He Chunhua led his army back to the oasis and asked people to set up tents.

The military doctor came over and treated his shoulder blade wound.

The tent door curtain was rolled up, and He Chunhua stared at the rising sun without saying a word.

The statue of Nai Luotian kept heating up in his arms, but he ignored it.

The blood-stained water was handed out basin after basin, but whether it was due to the sedation of the medicine or the psychological effect, he did not feel any pain. After escaping from the Panlong Secret Realm and feeling lucky to survive the disaster, the eldest son's soul-stirring curses were automatically replayed in his mind.

Is that really Chuan'er?

If not, why did you risk your life to save him several times before?

If so, haven't there been too many changes in the past year and a half? From a frontier dandy to a pillar of talent.

The tone of speaking, the way of doing things, and the way he looks at people are all different.

However, isn't this the ideal son of any father, a son who will become a great person, responsible, and a shining figure for his family?

After all, Chuan'er has grown up. It's not uncommon for children to become wise and sensible overnight. It's said that a prodigal son returns with gold.

Why can't He Chunhua have two good sons?

The military doctor said softly: "Sir, the wound has been treated. It's best to lie still today."

A new day has just begun, but He Chunhua looked tired: "Go down."

He kicked everyone out.

Zhao Qinghe was a sensible person. He helped him sit up first, then took the incense burner and lit seven incense sticks, placed a barrier for him, and then put the tent curtain in place to prevent wind leakage.

He Chunhua sat alone in the tent, thinking for a long time, then took out the statue of Nai Luotian and murmured a prayer.