Chapter 1854

Once this object appeared, the divine bone necklace on He Lingchuan's neck began to heat up again. Since entering the Inverted Sea, its usual picky eating habit seemed to have been cured.

Zhu Xiuer felt it: "The Miaozhantian aura attached to this lotus lamp is even thicker!"

"Not surprising, Miaozhantian used it to combine His divine arts to resist the laws of the Illusion Realm." He Lingchuan took the Iron Lotus Lamp. "Another treasure stained with the aura of three parties."

He Lingchuan spread his hand, and the Iron Lotus Lamp was happily accepted by the divine bone necklace.

Everyone was already accustomed to this scene.

They had stood here for quite a while, and Xiao Wencheng hadn't chased them again; had he not found them?

Dong Rui smiled slyly: "I think he doesn't want to chase anymore."

When the Tiangong first entered the small cave heaven, how peerless were they; as the local snake, how deep were the Illusion Sect's foundations? But in the end, they fought until both sides were injured, from great powers to armies, all withered. Among the three forces in the Inverted Sea, it was He Lingchuan's inconspicuous dozen people who now seemed to be the strongest side! Earlier, when the Iron Lotus Lamp barrier shattered, He Lingchuan turned and left, not continuing to conflict with Xiao Wencheng, which was already very measured. If Xiao Wencheng had pursued relentlessly, what certainty of victory would he have had?

This Sect Master Xiao wasn't stupid.

He Lingchuan turned to ask Wanqi Feng: "Did you take away A-Ying's relics?"

Wanqi Feng immediately took out a wolf-tooth chain pendant, saying in a low voice: "This was a wolf his father had killed, made into a necklace for him using the knocked-out wolf teeth."

A-Ying's full name was Wanqi Ying; he was the Black Armor Army soldier who had just been scraped to death by the feather fan's gale force. Subsequently, He Lingchuan transformed into his appearance and beheaded Elder Ning on the spot.

"Posthumously honored as a hero, family generously compensated." He Lingchuan said sternly. "Satisfy all the requests his family makes. I remember his pair of twin sons are only two years old, so let them enter the Wulun Academy from the age of five, with all tuition fees waived; if they achieve nothing after twelve, whether they enter the guard team or the chamber of commerce, they can choose for themselves; when they marry, I will provide five loads of betrothal gifts for each."

Wanqi Feng recorded them one by one: "Yes."

The standard of "generous compensation" mentioned by He Lingchuan would allow Wanqi Ying's entire family of seven to live without worry for two lifetimes with plenty to spare, allowing them to comfortably become wealthy landowners; and the education and life of Wanqi Ying's sons would also be taken care of, so even if they couldn't succeed in the future, their remaining lives would be properly arranged, with no need for concern.

The Black Armor Army elites who followed He Lingchuan into the Inverted Sea would have no worries behind them.

Zhu Xiuer looked at him and said: "Why are you still wearing this armor, are you injured?"

The Clang Dragon Armor was different from the black armor worn by everyone else, able to be retracted and deployed at will. He Lingchuan, however, had worn it from the end of the battle until now, only revealing his face.

He Lingchuan gave a *hmm*, retracting the Clang Dragon Armor. When everyone saw, they all drew a cold breath.

His chest, shoulders, arms... as long as it was the part that had faced Jumang's impact just now, it was all red, swollen, and the epidermis had become transparent. He Lingchuan poked it with his finger, and the skin was poked into a hole, with fresh blood mixed with yellow pus flowing out.

Many parts had already festered, and the skin and flesh would fall off when pulled, like worn leather. And where it wasn't red and swollen, the skin was wrinkled and black.

There was still dark golden light flowing on the wound; looking from a distance, it seemed as if He Lingchuan was covered in irregular gold foil. In reality, these "gold foils" were all restless, trying hard to drill into his wounds.

They couldn't drill in, because the wounds were covered with a layer of thick red light, forcibly blocking them outside.

Dong Rui let out a *wow-grass*: "This skin and flesh of yours looks like a corpse that's been rotting for four or five days. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Wait until I get the Jumang Sword and try it on you, then you'll know if it hurts or not." *Damn it*, could it not hurt? The moment he faced the Jumang golden sword was fine, but the further it went, the more painful it became. Even if He Lingchuan's nerves were like steel, his temples were throbbing non-stop at this moment.

"Do you think a great immortal's angry strike is so easy to endure?"

Lingguang let out a *squeak*, wanting to jump over to help He Lingchuan heal, but was stopped by Zhu Xiuer:

"Don't touch it. That's the Mang poison of the Jumang bird; you'll die if you touch it!"

The little monkey's medical skills were brilliant, but its attainments in immortal arts and divine abilities weren't deep enough. "Jumang has two types of toxins; among them, fire poison likes to attack beneath the vital organs, and Mang poison is like what's on He kid, and can even infect others."

Dong Rui was shocked: "There's still fire poison?"

"It's gone." He Lingchuan was very calm. "Fire poison can't hurt me."

With the divine bone necklace, he could ward off fire poison; otherwise, how could an ancient immortal's divine ability be so easy to take? This so-called Mang poison, in his view, was perhaps somewhat like severe radiation damage.

Fortunately, he had protected his handsome face at the first moment, otherwise, it would definitely be swollen like a pig's head now, and he might even have lost a row of teeth.

How would that let him see Sun Fuzi? Under Zhu Xiuer's guidance, Lingguang took ten Great Tonic Spirit Pills made from Emperor Flowing Plasma and kneaded them into powder, dissolving them in clear water, and let He Lingchuan pour it over the wounds on his body.

When the spirit plasma washed over the skin and flesh, the taste was truly beautiful; He Lingchuan couldn't help but roll his eyes several times. But it was effective; after pouring it just a few times, the skin and flesh stopped festering.

Then he had to apply a large-area dressing.

Dong Rui's hands were itching, suggesting adding divine blood to the medicine to achieve the effect of fighting poison with poison. Where else could he find such good experimental opportunities and experimental materials? White mouse He Lingchuan: "..."

Anyway, amidst the noise of Lingguang and Dong Rui, the dressing was finally made. As for applying the medicine, He Lingchuan could only operate it himself; the medical officer couldn't get close.

During this period, the Soul-Absorbing Mirror in his bosom was also wailing weakly: "Hey, it hurts so much."

The mirror surface was cracked into five pieces. It had absorbed a large amount of damage just now, and now it had to use its own spiritual energy reserves to compensate for the cracks on the mirror.

Of course, besides the mirror, the first to face Jumang's power was the Clang Dragon Armor.

At least sixty percent of the power had been taken by it. At this moment, the heart scale was also repairing the damage to the armor.

"You actually managed to withstand Xiao Wencheng's great divine ability..." Zhu Xiuer was still somewhat surprised until now. "Hmm, you did it on purpose, right?"

He Lingchuan said lightly: "I wanted to do an experiment."

How big was the gap between himself and an ancient immortal? Without experiencing it personally, how could he have the most intuitive feeling? Of course, he had evaluations and preparations beforehand, not recklessly throwing his life away.

Besides the Soul-Absorbing Mirror + Clang Dragon Armor + divine bone necklace, he had another major reliance:

Origin Power.

He had always wanted to know what performance Panlongcheng's Origin Power would have when facing an immortal's attack.

He Lingchuan looked down at the wounds on his body:

"Origin Power resisting immortal arts, the effect is not bad."

One of the major functions of Origin Power was originally to resist divine abilities. The richness and condensation of Panlongcheng's Origin Power was far from comparable to the Tiangong team brought in by Bai Ziqi.

(End of chapter)