Chapter 892 From Dust to Dust, From Tree to Tree

"Are you trying to borrow the luck of the Lu family to cooperate with He Chunhua?"

"Of course!" Narakutian's clone answered very straightforwardly, "You are also a rare good-looking person, I can't think of a reason to refuse."

The original body's consciousness has dissipated, and He Lingchuan's heart is calm.

He changed another question, which has been bothering him for a long time:

"Why are the gods of Lingxu City so obsessed with Dafanghu?"

Dafanghu certainly won't give him an answer. He also tried to ask the Red General of Panlong World, but every time he was about to open his mouth, something happened to interrupt his question.

Narakutian's clone kept it a secret: "This is a secret, a secret that only a few gods know! You save me first, and I will tell you."

It has answered enough questions and shown its sincerity in cooperation. It's He Lingchuan's turn.

He Lingchuan smiled: "It's really worthy of being Bilu, who can bend and stretch."

He has seen Mitian and Miaozhantian. Both gods are very cold, not as good as Narakutian's clone.

It can be seen how eager it is to survive.

Being wiped out of consciousness is equivalent to being dead.

Speaking of which, more than a hundred years ago, Naraku Tian was also a minor god like Shi Nan. Their attitudes towards humans were very...flexible.

The red silk net moved again, and this time it was tighter than before. Naraku Tian's clone cried out in pain:

"If you leave me, all the secrets of the gods will be open to you!"

He Lingchuan hesitated.

Seeing this, Naraku Tian's clone quickly threw another bait: "In more than forty days, the Emperor's Flowing Blood will come, and there will be two in a row! As long as I am alive, you can grasp the information and always be one step ahead!"

Forty days later? He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "But you are already trapped in the Dafanghu. If another god falls in the sky, you won't know it."

"I can't get out, but I can teach you how to get information! You can't fight the gods alone. Leave me alive and I can help you!"

He Lingchuan's expression moved: "Do you also want to fight the gods?"

"The Lingxu gods are our common enemies, and time is running out..." The silk screen suddenly tightened, and Narakutian's clone could no longer maintain his human form and turned back into a green light and shadow, "Save me!"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have let you have illusions." He Lingchuan spread his hands to him, looking helpless, "You are right, no one can control the Dafanghu."

As he said, he specially snapped his fingers twice: "Hey, let it go."

The silk screen ignored it and further squeezed the green light and shadow into the size of a goose egg.

"See, it doesn't listen to me at all."

The clone of the god roared.

Its last curse came from the silk screen, desperate and vicious:

"You will be backfired by fate and the big pot! Your end will be more miserable than mine!"

Then there was no movement.

When it shrank to the size of a chestnut, its shape was fixed and no longer changed.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright.

He Lingchuan didn't find where the light source was, but this little light had dispelled the darkness, enough for him to see the surrounding scene clearly:

He was actually in the wilderness, with gravel under his feet, and only the Gobi Desert in his eyes, and only the vast silence between heaven and earth.

He Lingchuan listened attentively, there was no sound of insects and ants crawling underground, and there was no trace of flying birds in the sky. Only the wind blew from the distant mountains, shuttling freely in the empty woodland.

The forest was not big, but every tree was thriving, with lush branches and leaves, forming a sharp contrast with the harsh natural environment around it.

He Lingchuan lowered his head and found that the pond under his feet was smaller than it looked in the dark, and the water was clear and shallow.

The glowing green ball disappeared. He Lingchuan looked carefully and found a lonely, green acorn lying at the bottom of the pool.

Is this... Narakuten's clone?

As he watched, the acorn turned from green to brown and suddenly moved.

He Lingchuan was slightly startled, thinking that Narakuten's clone was playing some tricks again, but something arched up under the acorn and slowly stretched out of the water.

A small seedling.

What's going on? He Lingchuan couldn't help but take two steps back.

The speed of time seemed to speed up dozens of times. The seedling grew bigger and thicker under his eyes, and then the main trunk opened branches and the branches expanded leaves...

In less than a quarter of an hour, it grew into an oak tree more than ten feet high. He Lingchuan had to look up to see the treetops.

There were actually many newly grown acorns hidden among the branches and leaves.

Click, another acorn fell to the ground.

He Lingchuan didn't dare to touch it.

A clone of a god turned into a tree in the blink of an eye. Even though he witnessed the whole process, he still found it unbelievable.

How did this happen?

He pulled out his knife and knocked on the tree trunk. It was indeed the texture of wood.

And the oak tree did not react at all... It was no different from other trees.

He casually carved an equilateral triangle on the tree trunk.

Sawdust rustled.

"So, you will be a tree in the future?"

More than three months have passed since the red giant shadow Hun Dun captured Naraku Tian's clone. Now this should be the last step for Da Fang Hu to digest the spoils. Is it such a coincidence? He just came to send Naraku Tian's clone on his last journey, and he could ask questions by the way.

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled. He Lingchuan listened and always felt like Naraku Tian's clone was cursing.

He suddenly thought of Sanshui Zhenren.

After Sanshui Zhenren passed away, the Qianling Baogai absorbed his residual soul and transformed it into the leader of Que Beast.

After Da Fang Hu merged with the Qianling Baogai, did it also inherit this ability?

In other words, it crushes the consciousness of the god's clone and then transforms it into a tree?

Existing, but unconscious.

Not annihilated, but full of vitality.

Only the form of trees not only complied with He Lingchuan's requirements, but also ensured that Nailuotian's clone would not escape the control of Dafang Hu.

Otherwise, a clone of a god that is conscious, knows how to maneuver, and wants to escape every moment, would have to consume the power of Dafang Hu to suppress it, right?

Who knows how many strange tricks Naluotian's clone can pull off? God's methods are unpredictable.

Even if it is a big square pot, it will spontaneously look for the most labor-saving method.

He Lingchuan laughed and murmured to himself:

"Who dares to say that having a spirit is better than having no spirit? You are much smarter than humans."

It's a pity that there are still so many secrets hidden in the belly of Naluotian's clone, and they are all crushed together with the consciousness.

He Lingchuan just sighed and didn't really feel it was a pity.

Nailuotian is the god with the greatest malice towards him. Who knows how true or false the secrets told by it are? Who knows if it will dig a hole for him to jump——

Most likely it will.

He Lingchuan wanted to keep its secrets, and it wanted to profit from He Lingchuan's skin. There is no point in keeping such a source of information that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The acorns that fell to the ground seemed to be taking root again.

What on earth is this place? Is it the second secret realm after Panlong Secret Realm?

He wanted to put away his knife and leave, but when he looked at the sparse woods in front of him, something suddenly occurred to him:

Could it be that these trees are all...

The thought came together, and my back felt slightly chilly.