Chapter 1820

That monster was injured by Xiao Wencheng's whisk, and the magma that flowed out was like blood splattered, left in the secret room and quickly solidifying; even the black hole from the double-python self-explosion on the Qianhuan Staff hadn't sucked them clean. He He Lingchuan casually drew the Fusheng Blade, used the blade to pick it up, and observed it closely.

Although the outer shell had turned black, a dark red light faintly shone from within; clearly, the internal temperature of this thing was still astonishing.

He He Lingchuan noticed that the surface of the cooled stone shell had faint dots of gold, still inconspicuous, and would only reflect light slightly after being brought close to a light source.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror in his bosom had already identified it: "It's metal!"

"Sect Master Xiao just said that the reason the Divine Fire Heavenly Meteorites were so powerful was mainly because they were refined from the cores of stars from beyond the heavens?" Groundwater dripped from above, dripping onto this lump of obsidian, sizzling and instantly vaporizing, "Inside this thing, there should be material from a star's core. And the meteorite first pierced through the Eye of Truth, then pierced through Qianhuan's fog, and finally fell to the ground."

In other words, this inconspicuous lump gathered four great elements: star core material, Cangxi's magic power, Miaozhantian's divine power, and Qianhuan's demon power!

This fusion must have made the divine bone necklace ecstatic.

What the Great Fang Hu loved most was this kind of fusion dish.

Sure enough, as soon as the blade approached, the divine bone necklace heated up, even hotter than the temperature of the secret room.

He He Lingchuan naturally understood its meaning: Give it to me quickly, don't dawdle! In the next second, the Fusheng Blade was clean, not a speck of dirt left.

The divine bone necklace had good dining habits and never left leftovers.

Only then did He He Lingchuan sheathe his blade and step back into the Haoyuan Golden Mirror.

In the mine cave, Zhu Zhu Xiuer and Dong Rui could see every move He He Lingchuan made in the secret room.

Dong Rui asked while watching: "That black stone, what's so special about it?"

"That's probably what fell off the Red Flame Horned Viper, it has meteorite fragments, and perhaps Cangxi's aura hasn't dissipated yet." Zhu Zhu Xiuer replied, "But I don't know why he wants this thing."

They watched He He Lingchuan step into the Haoyuan Golden Mirror again.

And then, there was no then.

He He Lingchuan's figure didn't immediately appear in the mine cave.

"Eh? Where is he?"

The Black Armor Army usually kept quiet while watching the mirror, but Wan Qi Feng couldn't help but say: "Could he have gone somewhere else?"

The Haoyuan Golden Mirror was already his possession; he could transmit anywhere in this realm instantly if he wanted to.

Dong Rui searched everywhere on the various battlefields but couldn't find He He Lingchuan's figure.

He patted the mirror frame: "This mirror, could it be malfunctioning?"

The mirror didn't listen to him; he patted it a few times, but the other party had no reaction at all.

A perfectly healthy person just disappeared like this? Dong Rui turned his head: "Auntie, what should we do?"

"Wait." Zhu Zhu Xiuer was quite calm, "This is his mirror; if he can't do anything with it, what can you do?"

"..."

Zhu Zhu Xiuer added: "Do you remember that time we transmitted from Shilong Peak to Banqiu, he also had a slip-up?"

"Ah, yes." Reminded by it, Dong Rui also remembered, "We all landed smoothly, only he was inexplicably transmitted to the side of Yaozi Lake."

"At that time, Xiao Wencheng also said lightly, 'occasional slip-ups'." Zhu Zhu Xiuer scoffed, "Both transmissions had He kid having accidents, and you call that occasional!"

Dong Rui was even more curious: "What exactly is his unclear relationship with this mirror?"

Just as he finished speaking, someone said: "Who has an unclear relationship?"

Everyone looked closely and saw He He Lingchuan had returned.

The Black Armor Army breathed a long sigh of relief.

With their leader absent, they didn't know what to do.

Dong Rui asked strangely: "Where did you go?"

"Went for a spin elsewhere first." This time it was He He Lingchuan being understated, "How long was I gone?"

Dong Rui and Zhu Zhu Xiuer looked at each other: "Half a stick of incense."

Half a stick of incense? He He Lingchuan said "Hmm."

He felt he had been gone for nearly half an hour, but it had only been half a stick of incense here? "You didn't respond for a long time, and those grandsons of the Illusion Sect were almost howling and crying." Dong Rui pointed to the lower left corner of the mirror, which was the battle scene at Buhai Ridge, "With you gone, their battle line was pushed back again, a bunch of cowards!"

Where had He He Lingchuan gone just now? They all saw that He He Lingchuan didn't want to say, so they didn't bring it up again.

He He Lingchuan smiled and continued to command the battle at Buhai Ridge.

Previously, under his coordination, the Illusion Sect's attacks were tentative because He He Lingchuan had doubts about Miaozhantian's backup plans; now, True Monarch Cangxi's clone, the Red Flame Horned Viper, had sneaked into the Hidden Temple and was tangled with Qianhuan's Dharma form.

Since Qianhuan's Dharma form was forced to come out itself to drag down Miaozhantian's clone, He He Lingchuan naturally changed his strategy and ordered the Illusion Sect team to attack with full force! At this moment, all four battlefields of immortals and demons were in full swing; any breakthrough in one would affect the other three. The Illusion Sect team was to attack Miaozhantian's true body directly; if the battlefield in this dimension won, Qianhuan would truly be grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly, the pressure was on the Tiangong army.

In terms of individual cultivation, the Illusion Sect disciples were superior to this ragtag army under Bai Bai Ziqi. What the Tiangong team could rely on was nothing more than the outstanding performance of certain great monsters, the true power inherent in the team, and the commander's leadership.

But He He Lingchuan's command was flexible and changeable; as the attacking side, he made full use of his initiative. The Illusion Sect team wasn't as obedient to orders as the Black Armor Army, nor were they decisive in action, but even so, they still ate away at the Tiangong's forces by nearly a hundred people bit by bit.

In this way, the army under Bai Bai Ziqi was left with only eight hundred or so people.

And he could clearly perceive that despite having built defensive works and arranged reasonable rotations, this army was tired, and their morale was somewhat low.

He discussed with the Gray Parrot about moving to the area dominated by the Divine Fire Array.

Buhai Ridge was still Qianhuan's home turf after all, and his side was too restricted. The dominant area of the Divine Fire Array already belonged to Miaozhantian, where She could exert tremendous power.

But a few breaths after he finished speaking, the Gray Parrot nodded: "Good."

Bai Bai Ziqi hesitated before saying: "Moving from here, the distance exceeds seven miles, and we need the gods to provide protection along the way, this..."

The immortals and demons of the Tiangong had all been sent out to stop the Illusion Sect elders from digging out the foundation of the Divine Fire Array.

The Gray Parrot said immediately: "No matter, just find one to come back."

Bai Bai Ziqi immediately ordered the entire army to advance toward the Divine Fire area.

With the enemy biting at their heels, the advance had to be extremely careful, otherwise, one careless move would turn it into a rout, just like the Illusion Sect at the side of Yaozi Lake.

Bai Bai Ziqi drew one hundred warriors from each of the three tribal teams to cover the rear.

The Gray Parrot was unusually silent.

Two lamp-tending envoys carefully invited True Monarch Cangxi, who was meditating with eyes closed, onto a floating boat.