Chapter 1855

If not for Origin Power, even if he were wearing the Clang Dragon Armor, he wouldn't have dared to easily clash with Xiao Wencheng.

After layers of reduction, of the ten parts of power the opponent attacked with, he didn't even know if two parts truly landed on him.

However, battles between immortals, and between immortals and Heavenly Demons, also emphasized this mutual reduction and deduction, which was the same line of thinking as He Lingchuan's. After all, the strength of flesh and blood had a limit, and battle tested the methods and ways.

Zhu Xiuer threw him a red bead: "Eat it, it will help you accelerate healing."

He Lingchuan didn't say thanks, swallowed it, took a few more pills made from Emperor Flowing Plasma, and sat down to regulate his breathing and meditate.

He Lingchuan had also obtained this kind of spider queen essence blood from Zhu Erniang earlier; if not activated into spider soldiers or spider guards, it could be taken directly, having the effect of increasing vital energy and strongly supplementing blood.

In terms of short-term efficacy, it was actually better to use than Emperor Flowing Plasma medicine.

During his meditation to regulate his breathing, the Origin Power didn't fade away, still helping him resist and kill the invasion of Mang poison. When the two met, shallow bubbles hissed, and pale golden smoke steamed up.

Zhu Xiuer told everyone to stay away, including itself, not getting close; this was the Mang poison forced out of the wounds, and anyone who got close would easily be entangled.

Don't look at He Lingchuan's terrifying external injuries; in fact, the most dangerous part was still inside. If not for the protection of Origin Power, once the Mang poison invaded, the decay of the internal organs would be the most fatal.

That would be hard to treat, the so-called "powerless to save."

No one present was like He Lingchuan, having such thick Origin Power protection; being entangled by Mang poison would be troublesome.

Time passed bit by bit, and the "gold foil" on He Lingchuan's body also slowly faded, finally shrinking into a small golden pill, which turned into a small bird before it even hit the ground, flapping its wings and wanting to fly toward the Waist Lake.

This thing actually knew how to go back and find its master?

He Lingchuan raised his blade and slashed, cutting it into a mass of golden mist, which then dissipated and vanished.

The Mang poison was gone, and the wounds on his body finally accelerated healing.

At this moment, the mirror surface of the Haoyuan Golden Mirror suddenly rippled, and then a blue light flashed.

He Lingchuan felt it, his gaze slightly condensed, reaching out to pat the mirror frame.

A voice came out of the mirror unexpectedly: "He Xiao, you and I have no grievances, why did you come thousands of miles to harm me!"

Everyone was startled, and the hairs on the back of the Ghost Ape and Lingguang's necks stood up.

He Lingchuan's expression remained as usual.

Only then did everyone recognize that the voice coming from the mirror was Qianhuan's.

The Haoyuan Golden Mirror accessed the law network of the Inverted Sea; conversely, Qianhuan could also find him to communicate, just like transmitting sound to Xiao Wencheng and other Illusion Sect immortals.

But the one who had been communicating with He Lingchuan had always been Xiao Wencheng, not Qianhuan—

Until now.

Through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, He Lingchuan knew that this conversation could not be heard by others in the Illusion Sect.

As a true immortal, Qianhuan's image had always been distant and indifferent, only showing gnashing of teeth at this moment.

Everyone watched the battle inside Panlong Isolated City, knowing that He was nearing the end of his rope at this moment, and only by killing the Shadow Dragon first could He grasp a glimmer of life.

Dong Rui's heart moved; that's not right, actually Qianhuan still had another path—

Directly plead with He Lingchuan.

Within the sea of consciousness, one of the focuses of the conversation between Qianhuan and Miaozhantian was the Great Fanghu. Dong Rui had also heard it clearly.

Qianhuan must have seen it; to a certain extent, no matter how great the Great Fanghu's divine abilities were, it had to act on the Inverted Sea through He Xiao.

So, if He Xiao was willing to let him go, could he let the Great Fanghu open the passage to Panlong Isolated City and spare Qianhuan a path to life?

This was probably the reason Qianhuan suddenly transmitted sound to He Lingchuan.

At a critical moment of life and death, He could only treat a dead horse as a living one.

From Qianhuan's perspective, He was extremely aggrieved; He had been cultivating in the small cave heaven properly, never provoking He Lingchuan, yet He was attacked by this person bringing Miaozhantian and the Heavenly Palace, having his body seized and his foundation coveted, intending to dig up the Illusion Sect's lifeblood.

He had no grievances with this junior; why should He suffer this unexpected disaster? He Lingchuan just asked Him very blandly: "On the day Panlongcheng fell, were you at the scene?"

This sentence had lingered in his heart for a long time, from the moment he knew the Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl had fallen into Qianhuan's hands.

Now, he finally had the opportunity to question a true immortal!

And the information Qianhuan tasted was very rich. He Lingchuan suddenly asked such a question, indicating that he not only had the Great Fanghu as a backer but also had entanglements with Panlongcheng.

This was definitely not good news for Qianhuan.

"That dead city vanished into smoke more than a hundred years ago; as long as you let the Great Fanghu unlock the passage, I guarantee you..."

He was an ancient true immortal, one of the masters of Lingshan!

Whether in cultivation or status, He was rare in the world.

He Lingchuan wanted to soar, and the Shanqun Islands wanted to grow big and strong; for Him, that was just a matter of snapping His fingers—

As long as He could survive today's tribulation.

He Lingchuan interrupted Him directly: "Answer my question first; where were you on the day Panlongcheng fell, and did you add fuel to the fire?"

"What do you take me for?" Qianhuan said angrily. "Panlongcheng fell, and I was far away in Lingshan; how could I be at the scene! At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth wasn't abundant; how could I personally go to the Panlong Wasteland?"

A true immortal emerging was like a giant whale leaving the sea; if the spiritual energy wasn't abundant enough and the water wasn't deep enough, it was very easy to run aground.

"The Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl was originally embedded in the Panlong city wall; how did you get your hands on it?"

"The Baling general who broke the city quietly put it away, and later the Baling Nation offered it to me!" Qianhuan said quickly. "Small nations like Baling and Yao are always playing both sides, wavering; on the surface, they surrender to Beijia, but secretly they also maintain contact with Lingshan."

"How did Baling Nation know you wanted the Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl?"

On the day Panlongcheng fell, how chaotic was the scene? Assuming Qianhuan himself was indeed not there, how could He ensure that the thing He wanted would definitely be obtained afterward? Qianhuan said: "Baling Nation didn't know at the time; it was Lingshan that found out the Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl had fallen into Baling, and only then..."

He Lingchuan bloomed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "As expected of True Person Qianhuan, at death's door, there still isn't a true word in your mouth."

Looking at Miaozhantian's attitude, this great Heavenly Demon knew nothing about the Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl.

Even Miaozhantian didn't get the intelligence on the Great Expansion Heavenly Pearl; how did Qianhuan know? Could there really be such a coincidence in the world? "What I said..."

He Lingchuan interrupted again: "The Yinglei Spear was originally General Hong's weapon; how did it later fall into the hands of the founding emperor of the Mou Nation?"

This was also a question that had troubled him for a long time.

Qianhuan was displeased: "You refuse to help me; why should I clear up your confusion?"

He couldn't feel He Lingchuan's sincerity in negotiating at all.

Miaozhantian had once proposed cooperation to He Lingchuan, but had hit a wall. At this time, Qianhuan could instead empathize with His frustration.

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "Give me an answer straightforwardly, and I will give you a reply straightforwardly."

Qianhuan had no choice but to say: "After the great battle that day, that weapon was obtained by Baizhantian, and later bestowed upon the Beijia general Wuji; a few years later, Wuji was killed by Xin Wuhuan in the Iron Willow Forest of the Shaha River Basin, and the Yinglei Spear changed hands again."

Xin Wuhuan was the ancestor of the founding emperor of the Mou Nation, another true immortal of Lingshan, True Person Wuhuan.

Qianhuan probably knew Him very well, casually naming Him without using His Dao title.

He Lingchuan frowned: "Don't tell me the Heavenly Demon who killed General Hong was Baizhantian!"

That was quite different from what he had thought. However, things had reached this point, and Qianhuan didn't seem to have any need to hide the truth for the founding high ancestor of the Mou Nation.

"With Him alone, how could He have such ability?" The situation within the sea of consciousness became increasingly critical, and Qianhuan said angrily, "I have already given the answer to your question!"

"Fine, then I will also give a straightforward reply." He Lingchuan didn't beat around the bush, saying directly, "Locking down Panlong Isolated City is the will of the Great Fanghu; I will not interfere!"

Relying on himself alone, how could he have the qualifications to meddle in a true immortal's sea of consciousness?

Locking Panlong Isolated City and turning that place into a duel arena for a true immortal and a great Heavenly Demon was the work of the Great Fanghu! "If you were to face Miaozhantian in your own sea of consciousness, then nothing would happen, and no one could harm you." He Lingchuan said blandly. "You insisted on cherishing your life, insisted on borrowing strength, and even thought of killing two birds with one stone, letting Miaozhantian and the Shadow Dragon of Panlong Isolated City weaken each other, to help you collect Panlong Isolated City. Heh, such variables today are your own doing!"

Only thinking of taking advantage, there would always be times when one suffered a loss.

He had long seen it; Qianhuan's temperament was like this, always liking to use others to block bullets, always liking to hide behind others to reap benefits. Now that He had encountered He Lingchuan and the Great Fanghu, who were even more cautious than Him, He had suffered a huge loss.

Without waiting for Qianhuan to speak, He Lingchuan followed up: "You true immortals have used the common people as shields to avoid Heavenly Demons for too long. Now that a great Heavenly Demon is finally trapped in your sea of consciousness, can you be tough for once and personally eliminate this scourge for this world?"

He believed this was also the will of the Great Fanghu. Because, blindly avoiding it fundamentally couldn't solve the problem.

He Lingchuan could see it; true immortals like Qianhuan relied on seizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, still possessing earth-shattering abilities in the present day, yet always curled up in their cave dwellings, carefully preserving themselves, throwing the fate of all living beings to the Heavenly Demons!

No wonder Miaozhantian used the words "digging out the cave" when capturing them.

These great Heavenly Demons also looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

Qianhuan was so angry He almost died: "You want me to kill Miaozhantian, why did you still activate the Shadow Dragon's resentment?"

This brat's words were high-sounding, but in reality, he was secretly playing dirty, incredibly filthy! He Lingchuan laughed.

As expected of Qianhuan; at the end of his rope, his mind was still so clear, not misled by his words.

So He Lingchuan said bluntly: "That's naturally because we still have personal grievances!"

"You are but a nameless junior; what personal grievances could I have with you!" Qianhuan roared. "Don't mention Panlongcheng; that's all old business from more than 150 years ago!"

Who would fight to the death with Him for a piece of illusory past!

His soul shook, and a great wind immediately blew within the Inverted Sea.

"Fine, then let me reintroduce myself." He Lingchuan straightened his back in the howling wind, his right hand clenched into a fist, his thumb tapping his own heart—

"I, He Lingchuan, am General Huyi of Panlongcheng!"

(End of chapter)