Chapter 58: Out of Tune?

Obviously, they calculated that no matter how powerful the heavenly thunder formation was, there was always a limit. Using ordinary vengeful spirits to consume the power of the heavenly thunder, once the formation failed, wouldn't these living people be fish on their chopping block? The sandstorm season had just begun, and as the undead, they had almost infinite time.

The faces of the living were not good. The undead could wait, but they couldn't. After being hit by hundreds of vengeful spirits, the electric light of the talisman array was obviously not as active as before, obviously, borrowing power from heaven also had a limit.

And the Great Wind Army was testing how much of this limit was left.

After this batch of vengeful spirits was consumed, the Great Wind Army pushed out thousands of vengeful spirits in one breath. In the current Panlong Desert, these were the least lacking.

The living saw darkness before their eyes and were all uneasy. A confidant said hoarsely: "County Magistrate, we, we..."

If it comes again, will the formation be broken directly? "Calm down, the more chaotic you are, the faster the formation will break!" He Chunhua shouted. "As long as the State Preceptor gets the Great Fang Hu, our predicament will be solved!"

Someone muttered in the chaos: "How long will that take?"

He Chunhua turned his head abruptly and cut off half of his ear with a sword: "Do you want to harm your companions? Kill anyone who disturbs the morale again!"

Seeing blood, everyone calmed down instead.

Hundreds more vengeful spirits were driven by the Great Wind Army and hit the heavenly thunder formation, soul-flying and spirit-scattering.

At this time, He Chunhua also felt a bit dizzy, looking back at the magic staff in the array, the color of the Social Order held by the beast head faded, and the green light weakened, which was the result of the constant consumption of morale.

However, the bloody water in the pool was slightly rippling, with no other movement.

The Great Wind Army itself didn't even have any loss, just sending cannon fodder to the field. If this continues, how long can their side hold out?

He Chunhua sighed secretly, after all, he was set up by the State Preceptor.

The heroic spirits of Panlongcheng were all resisting the invasion before they died, and were particularly sensitive to the aura of foreign armies. Not to mention that he also used the Social Order, these hundred or so living people were simply bright lights in the dark night, and it was hard for the Great Wind Army not to notice them.

Hmm? But speaking of aura...

He Chunhua remembered something and suddenly felt refreshed.

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The Nanchengmen is right there; sooner or later, they will walk there, whether a little faster or slower.

Now the Nancheng Wall is becoming clearer in the two's field of vision, and after walking another two or three miles, they will be able to reach the Nanchengmen.

The buildings in the south of the city are intact, and Nian Songyu hasn't made a move yet.

Panlongcheng's geographical location is special, and the defensive focus is in the south, so during this period, except for the South Gate, the city walls in the east and west directions are very simple, and there is no military equipment installed, while the north has no gate at all.

The only position that can quickly throw fire into the city on a large scale is the Nanchengmen.

Coincidentally, the residential focus of Panlongcheng is also in the south, and more than 60% of the houses in the city are concentrated here.

He Lingchuan looked at the Nanchengmen, thinking that Nian and Sun probably also felt that the fire-setting work in the other three directions was not the point, so they left the buildings in the south unburned, waiting for the four to gather.

Waiting to gather? He Lingchuan always felt something was wrong.

At this time, the two were about to bypass a large mansion by the stream.

As long as they pass through a theater building, they can reach the main street, and then go straight to the Nanchengmen.

Mao Tao was already sweating profusely and squatted down to scoop up a handful of water to wash his face.

The water in the illusion cannot be drunk, but the touch is very real, and it is enough to cool off the heat and irritability.

"Let's go." He climbed up and strode forward.

He Lingchuan grabbed his collar: "Slow down."

"What?"

He Lingchuan didn't say a word, jumped onto the outer wall of the mansion, and climbed into the corner tower in three steps.

Within a few miles, this is the tallest building, with no obstruction in the field of vision.

Mao Tao didn't spend that effort, walked through the mansion gate into the courtyard, and then climbed the stairs up.

When he found He Lingchuan, this Young Master was staring straight at the south, muttering: "Out of tune, out of tune!"

Mao Tao hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, what's not right?"

He became more and more humble toward He Lingchuan's attitude, unlike the initial willful Young Master he just flattered.

He didn't even realize this change himself.

He Lingchuan stared at the Nanchengmen without blinking and pointed: "See the totem?"

"Ah, see." The relief on the city wall is such a huge black flood dragon totem, it's hard to ignore, right? "The triple wall we saw in the desert desolate city, the wall surface of the innermost urn wall, is also this black flood dragon totem, exactly the same."

Mao Tao recalled hard and nodded: "Right, I remember too."

"You didn't feel there was a problem?"

Mao Tao was even more confused: "What problem? Young Master, say it clearly, don't learn from State Preceptor Sun."

He Lingchuan slowly turned his head to look at him: "The best play sung by the theater troupe in Black Water City, and the one everyone loves to listen to most, is called 'Panlong Breaking Army Array', you've heard of it, right?" No one hasn't heard of it! "It praised the guardian beast of the Western Luo Nation."

Mao Tao: "Let's say the guardian beast golden bull released by the Western Luo Nation, invincible—"

Oh, why is he singing? "The guardian beast of Western Luo is a golden bull, right?" He Lingchuan gestured with his chin toward the Nanchengmen. "But on the city gate is a black flood dragon! Look, there is an offering table in front of the relief, and a three-legged tripod incense burner with phoenix rings. This kind of treatment is not something a mountain spirit can enjoy; Panlongcheng treats it as a guardian, or guardian beast, to worship!"

"But the desolate city outside also worships the black flood dragon, this—" A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Mao Tao's mind, and his eyes widened. "Strange! This is Panlongcheng in a peaceful period; even if it worships a guardian beast, it should be a golden bull!"

"The worship of guardian beasts has regulations in every country, and border towns cannot violate them. Otherwise, it is an offense, and if discovered, there will be big trouble." He Lingchuan said. "Panlongcheng should have worshipped the golden bull like the whole country. Perhaps after years of resistance and isolation, they became increasingly disappointed with their home country, and coupled with the conversion to the Lady Mitian God, they changed the relief to a black flood dragon."

"Reasonably speaking, Panlongcheng in the illusion shouldn't have this flaw. But as a treasure of the Lady Mitian God, the Great Fang Hu cannot allow things that the owner doesn't recognize to appear here. Therefore, the loophole has been preserved." He Lingchuan shook his head. "But it's too big, standing there openly. Even if living people who come in see it, they won't think much about it."

After all, the Western Luo Nation perished over a hundred years ago. People today can only understand it through data, and they are not as sensitive to it as they are to their own country.

Mao Tao blurted out: "No wonder Tao Bo said in the notebook that there is a place here that is out of tune with reality! Young Master, you have a good eye, let's report to the State Preceptor quickly!"

He was about to jump down from the window, but his neck tightened and he was grabbed by the collar by He Lingchuan again: "What's the rush?"

"Don't, don't report?" Mao Tao was suddenly a bit confused.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 59 =====