Chapter 1856: Please Proceed, Immortal Venerable

Six years. Since obtaining the divine bone necklace, since his encounter with the Panlong world, this was the first time he had declared this sentence to the present world.

The evening wind whistled, carrying his words to the valley, echoes ringing out.

"... Tiger-Wing General is who I am..."

"... General... is who I am..."

"Ha?" Dong Rui's mouth hung open, unable to close; Zhu Zhu Xiuer was petrified on the spot.

What had they just heard?

The Black Armor Army looked at each other; this was the first time they had heard of their Lord's identity.

They didn't know the past of Panlongcheng, so they lacked that sense of awe and had several more layers of doubt.

True Person Qianhuan said that Panlongcheng had perished more than a hundred and fifty years ago, so how could their Lord be a general in the city? "Panlongcheng had no survivors; how could you..." Qianhuan was clearly also stunned by this news. But after all, his experience far exceeded that of mortals, and in a blink, he had some strange associations. "Are you a ghost of Panlongcheng who possessed someone else? Who are you—Zhong Zhong Shengquan, Zhong Zhong Wuhan, or... Lady Mitian?!"

This brat looked young, yet his schemes were deep and his methods sinister; he was definitely not just in his early twenties. So was he some old ghost from years past who had possessed a new body, first calculating against the Tiangong, and then coming to calculate against Him, True Person Qianhuan?

There were thousands upon thousands of divine abilities in the world; indeed, there were people who could do this, and he knew one.

True Person Qianhuan thought the more he thought, the more it seemed right. In the past, wasn't Panlongcheng also a beneficiary of the struggle between the Tiangong and Spirit Mountain? It was just that this fellow surnamed He had done it more covertly, more unobtrusively.

He was a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, waiting to deliver a lethal dose of poison to the winner of the two powers' struggle! Speaking of which, when Panlongcheng fell that year, the winner hadn't obtained the Great Fang Hu.

This divine object chose to sink together with Panlongcheng, buried beneath the vast yellow sand.

At that time, Qianhuan had a premonition that this exotic treasure would have a day of emergence.

No wonder this fellow had been asking about the aftermath of Panlongcheng's destruction; it turned out he wanted to confirm his enemies.

"Panlongcheng had no survivors, but it has successors." He He Lingchuan seemed to look at Qianhuan through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror. The more resentful the other party's gaze, the calmer He He Lingchuan's tone became. "As long as I am here, Panlong will not die!"

Qianhuan let out a sudden roar, and over a hundred bolts of lightning flashed within the Inverted Sea.

The Thunder Extremity descended from heaven, striking straight at He He Lingchuan!

In that instant, the divine might was majestic, lightning snakes dancing wildly, and the nearby forest was reflected into an iron-blue color.

The moment He He Lingchuan revealed his identity, Qianhuan knew that there was absolutely no room for maneuver in this matter.

He He Lingchuan had heard every word Miaozhantian had said in Panlong Isolated City, and he didn't seek verification from Qianhuan about whether the Great Heavenly Demon's words were true or false.

There was no need.

This ghost had come for revenge, against the Heavenly Demon, and also against Qianhuan! Qianhuan no longer held any illusions in his heart, so he used his true body's power to forcibly bring down the Thunder Extremity in the Inverted Sea.

Whether He could escape, whether there was a path to life, depended on whether this strike could smash He He Lingchuan to death! The Thunder Extremity descending from heaven was the most energy-consuming great divine ability; at this moment, Qianhuan was already at the end of his rope, and performing it was especially strenuous. Even his primordial spirit in Panlong Isolated City felt his eyes go black and his consciousness go empty, almost being bitten in half by the Shadow Dragon.

But He had no other choice. He He Lingchuan had the Haoyuan Golden Mirror in hand; if Qianhuan performed any other great divine ability, he could use the mirror to escape.

Only the Thunder Extremity descending from heaven was fast enough to exceed the general reaction of living beings.

He also tried his best, gathering over a hundred bolts of lightning into one point, the diameter of that gathered beam being two zhang thick, subsequently smashing down toward He He Lingchuan's head!

Within the Inverted Sea, it had never been this bright.

Even mortals in the upper realm could feel the lightning raging here across the barrier of the Illusion Realm.

Then, there was no then.

Heaven and earth were bright, then returned to silence.

He He Lingchuan and everyone behind him were still standing on the spot, not turned to ash; only tiny electric currents occasionally sizzled over their bodies.

Inside the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, however, there was lightning and thunder for quite a while before it gradually returned to normal.

That powerful, peerless lightning beam had been guided away by the Haoyuan Golden Mirror; not a single bolt had struck their bodies.

Without a doubt, the Haoyuan Golden Mirror itself was just a channel; the one that truly absorbed the Thunder Extremity was the Great Fang Hu! If the Illusion Sect elders pursued and killed He He Lingchuan, or even if Qianhuan himself personally took action to deal with him, the Great Fang Hu couldn't intervene; but Qianhuan used the power of laws to drive the great divine ability of heaven and earth, and the Great Fang Hu couldn't sit idly by! When the lightning descended, Dong Rui's brain went stiff, and it was only after the lightning vanished that he said "Damn," his face full of lingering fear.

If such a thick and large lightning beam had smashed onto his body, he wouldn't have reacted, and he would have been gone.

Qianhuan also finally despaired.

Thousands of years of quiet cultivation, all to be cut off here in one morning?

He He Lingchuan patted his clothes and said sternly: "The cause of the past, the fruit of the future! Why doesn't Immortal Venerable Qianhuan hold the spear for the world, kill Miaozhantian, and plan a share of future peace for the human world? This is the greatest merit—"

"—just like the Dragon God!"

Speaking of this, he himself also realized something. No wonder the Great Fang Hu wanted to lock down Panlong Isolated City! Qianhuan was high and mighty, spending his whole life using others; this time, it should be his turn to be used by others, to be sacrificed for righteousness.

This ghost hiding his head and showing his tail was actually forcing Him to perish together with Miaozhantian! Qianhuan's voice was as astringent as the wind blowing from the cold ice hell: "Fine, fine, my schemes were inferior to others; I deserve to die! In ruthlessness and poison, I am inferior to you. But even with all schemes exhausted, there is always a time when strength fails and wisdom is exhausted! When that day comes, your, your He He Lingchuan's end will be even more miserable than mine!"

At the end of his life, He, as a True Immortal, issued a final curse to his enemy.

Hearing the last few words, Dong Rui and the Black Armor Army felt their hairs stand on end, and Zhu Zhu Xiuer moved her claws uneasily.

A True Immortal's curse—who could hear it without feeling their scalp tingle? "Future matters, no need to worry." He He Lingchuan looked up at the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, word by word, "Please proceed, Immortal Venerable."

He also had his own cause and effect, he also had his own karmic retribution.

But definitely not today.

Panlong Isolated City.

True Person Qianhuan suddenly triggered the Thunder Extremity to descend within the Inverted Sea; Miaozhantian was also startled, not expecting Him to have such a move.

This old thing looked like he was at the end of his rope, miserable and embarrassed, but in reality, his hidden moves were one after another, always giving people unexpected shocks.

Just like a large sponge full of water, no matter how hard you squeeze it, there is still moisture.

These hundred bolts of lightning were not aimed at Bai Bai Ziqi, so the target must be He Xiao!

If He Xiao were struck dead on the spot, Panlong Isolated City within Qianhuan's sea of consciousness might follow and perish, and the dawn of Miaozhantian's victory would be pinched out...

In this instant, Miaozhantian also cursed thousands of words of profanity in His belly.

However, He waited for several breaths, and Panlong Isolated City remained stable, with no strange phenomena.

Miaozhantian rushed onto the city wall to look, and the sea surface was also waveless, without surging waves, still the same as before.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, overjoyed. ===== CHAPTER 1857 =====