Chapter 753

He Lingchuan pulled it out and took a look; it was unexpectedly a copper tube embedded with gemstones, and a short, fat monster was carved on the top of the tube. Inside the tube, there was a faint red mist.

The Dragon-Punishing Pillar.

And it was the Red General's version.

He had once seen the Red General take out a sample and hand it to Zhong Shengguang and Shao Jian to watch.

The material of this Dragon-Punishing Pillar was of a higher grade than the one he had haphazardly pieced together with Juluo tree branches and colored glaze.

Of course, the capacity might also be different.

His crudely made version had a capacity far inferior to the original, which he had already handed over to God Shinan.

But where did this one in front of him come from? He Lingchuan patted the prisoner's face: "Stop groaning, where did you get this thing?"

The prisoner was still groaning from the leg injury and didn't answer.

He Lingchuan exhaled and with a click, dislocated his shoulder joint.

"Ah—" The prisoner screamed again, his eyes rolling back.

He Lingchuan was really worried he would pass out, and he would have to go to the trouble of waking him up.

Fortunately, this guy had thick nerves, and the next second he was panting and begging for mercy.

He finally recognized He Lingchuan's power.

"Where did it come from?" He Lingchuan shook the Dragon-Punishing Pillar, "Don't make me ask a third time."

"My, my god bestowed it." The man stammered, "Let me ferry the souls of the dead on the battlefield!"

"Ferry?" He Lingchuan raised an eyebrow. When he marched through Xinhuangzhen with He Chunhua, he had also caught an attendant of the Frost Leaf National Master. That person was also holding a Dragon-Punishing Pillar to collect evil energy, also saying he wanted to collect evil energy to ferry the souls of the dead.

It's just that the attendant himself believed in this statement, while the prisoner in front of him was clearly stalling.

Is ferrying souls addictive, that you have to catch the freshest battlefield? "Which god do you serve?"

The man hesitated for a long time, his eyes flickering: "The, the Heavenly God of One Hundred Battles!"

Sun Fuling had already walked to the side, and at this moment she stretched out her foot and kicked him lightly: "Lying."

The force was very small, but it shook the man's injury, making him cry out in pain.

He Lingchuan looked up: "How do you know he's lying?"

"When my students lie, they have the same look in their eyes." Sun Fuling hummed lightly, "Trying to trick me into saying their workbooks were burned during the enemy's siege."

She added: "The books are very expensive; each person can only get one per year."

"... Burned by what?" This excuse was outrageous, on par with his.

"The enemy's fire arrows, of course." Sun Fuling pointed her chin at the prisoner, "His expression is exactly the same."

He Lingchuan looked at the prisoner: "Do you not want your other leg either?"

The man waved his hands repeatedly: "I do, I do, please have mercy, my lord!"

"The god you worship?"

The man swallowed: "I worship the God Bilu!"

Bilu!

The slight smile on He Lingchuan's face disappeared instantly.

Bilu is Nailuotian! God Shinan had already told him that Nailuotian's name before becoming a righteous god was Bilu! No wonder Lady Mitian and the Red General had never heard of Nailuotian.

In this era, it was still just Bilu.

"Are there many attendants of God Bilu—I mean, believers like you?"

"I don't know." The man said hurriedly, "I haven't communicated with other believers."

"Then how did you come to worship it?"

"My family was poor and destitute, and whatever I did, I couldn't do it well. Ever since I accidentally went to the God Bilu temple to offer incense and worship the god, things suddenly started going smoothly. I could win money at the casino, and on the way home, I encountered a mudslide, and out of a team of forty, I was the only one who survived..."

The prisoner swallowed: "Later, the more I believed in God Bilu, the smoother my life became. One day, God Bilu suddenly entrusted a dream to me, asking me to collect evil energy for him. When I woke up, this copper pillar was by my pillow. This is a miracle, a miracle!"

He Lingchuan played with the Dragon-Punishing Pillar: "It seems God Bilu trusts you very much. How many battlefields have you run through?"

In the Panlong world, the large batch of Dragon-Punishing Pillars created by Shao Jian with the Red General had been gone for almost a year.

With his ability to act, he had already started spreading the Dragon-Punishing Pillars to all parts of the world by now.

That is to say, the gods had only just recognized the function of the Dragon-Punishing Pillar, and God Bilu had already taken the lead, ordering his attendants to collect evil energy.

At such a time, no god had many Dragon-Punishing Pillars in their hands; they probably only had one or two.

The fact that this believer could get a Dragon-Punishing Pillar showed that he was a die-hard fan of Bilu.

"Four or five large and small battlefields." The man said timidly, "I always wait for the battle to end, then change into the victor's armor and walk a few laps on the outskirts of the battlefield; no one will pay attention to me. But I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't! I only collect evil energy!"

There was indeed no murderous aura on him.

He Lingchuan fell into deep thought.

When opportunities and trends emerge, there are always those who are first and those who are last; some seize the opportunity to eat meat, while others come late and don't even get to drink the soup.

Gods are the same.

Without a doubt, Bilu was one of the gods who reacted the fastest and stood on the crest of the wave earliest.

But conversely, it was probably still a wild god at this time, or perhaps even a small god that hadn't amounted to much.

Because Shao Jian carried out Lady Mitian's requirements, initially only spreading the Dragon-Punishing Pillars to small gods and wild gods.

For the gods of Lingxu City and other righteous gods and great gods to get the Dragon-Punishing Pillars, they would probably be several steps late. They would have to wait until they discovered that the evil energy collected from the human world by the Tianluo Star was constantly decreasing before they would start to investigate and pursue it.

As the saying goes, a large ship is hard to turn.

If the organization is too large, its tentacles will not be sensitive.

This blank period is the blue ocean moment for the small gods to seize opportunities and strive to develop.

He Lingchuan also noticed one point: this prisoner said that after he worshipped God Bilu, he started to have good luck.

And in reality, his father He Chunhua also always said that his eldest son was a lucky general, even taking him along when going to the Panlong Desert.

Wait a minute! Back then, when He Chunhua went to the Panlong Desert, he insisted on taking He Lingchuan! He Lingchuan rarely thought about past events, but recalling it now, his father's action really made his scalp tingle.

The Panlong Desert was a desperate place; why did He Chunhua insist on taking his eldest son? He was suspicious at the time; no matter how Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu tried to fool him, with He Chunhua's personality, it was impossible for him not to have prepared a backup plan.

Looking back now, he took his eldest son, which meant he took the skin of Nailuotian. Did this father originally intend to invite the god to descend at the most dangerous moment to save his own life?

Was this He Chunhua's backup plan? Fortunately, that trip went smoothly, and He Chunhua didn't need to use his backup, and he escaped a disaster in his ignorance; what a stroke of luck! "What's wrong with you?" Sun Fuling reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, "Your face looks so bad."

"It's nothing, just some associations." He Lingchuan pulled his focus back to the present, "Your name?"

"Peng, Peng Fang."

"How did you know a great battle would happen here?" He Lingchuan looked to the east, "Did you come with the Jin Tao army?"

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