Chapter 842: No One Allowed In

"Later, I walked out of the post station and wanted to stroll around, but didn't expect it to rain heavily again." Ling Jinbao said listlessly, "I just raised my hand to wipe the water off my face, but as soon as I put my hand down, I found myself back in the ruins of Panlongcheng. The post station, ancient road, and forest—all gone."

"What is the situation?"

"Can't say clearly." Ling Jinbao shook his head, "I can only infer that I accidentally fell into the illusion of the Great Fang Hu. Those illusions... perhaps are the reappearance of past history. Such things are actually very common in major ancient ruins."

A Jianyang Sect disciple laughed: "We also want to 'accidentally' have one."

"In this kind of place, don't talk nonsense." Ling Jinbao said solemnly, "Still remember the few people who accidentally entered the ghost city night market and died from eating things? This is Panlong Ancient City; even illusions are full of murderous intent."

"Now you know why I don't want to spend the night in the ancient city, right?" He sighed, "That place is unfathomable by ghosts and gods."

The Jianyang Sect team left without looking back, while the Heishuicheng army increased their vigilance.

The ruins were so lively, even the Grand Marshal sent people to intervene? However, the He father and son thought back and realized that the beginning of this series of events two years ago was Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu killing a whole nest of leopard demons, and the Grand Marshal's subordinates entering Heishuicheng to inquire about the fleeing sand leopards, only to be caught by He Lingchuan?

It could be seen that Dong Haoming had long coveted the Great Fang Hu. Now the war in the northwest was difficult, and it wasn't just the Yuan army that was stuck in the quagmire. If the Grand Marshal could seize the Great Fang Hu, perhaps he could turn the tide of the war and lead his army to the Yuan capital.

A red light suddenly shot into the sky ahead, straight into the clouds! The anomalies of Panlongcheng had begun again.

They had seen this red light several times, but observing it from such a close distance was still very shocking.

"Hurry, the red light is coming from the temple!"

He Chunhua gave a brief order, and everyone accelerated forward.

Faster than the Heishuicheng army were the lamp spirits; golden lights streaked past everyone and rushed toward the red light.

Other teams weren't blind either; at this moment, they all turned and rushed toward the temple.

The Jianyang Sect people standing in the desert also saw the red light and stopped to gaze. Ling Jinbao muttered: "Sure enough, it's still in the temple."

When all teams were searching earlier, none of them would let go of this location. But when the Great Fang Hu wasn't making trouble, searching there was searching in vain.

"Uncle Master, are we rushing back now?" Would it be snatched by someone else if they were late?

"No need." Ling Jinbao shook his head, "Don't fight for a moment. I see that this treasure isn't so easy to snatch."

In the city, the mirror in He Lingchuan's bosom said sharply: "Critical moment, the critical moment is here!"

It was even more nervous than him.

He Lingchuan patted his chest twice, reminding it to be reserved. This broken mirror had followed him to wreak havoc in the Tiangong and retreated unscathed; how could it still not make progress? The Heishuicheng people were the last to enter the city; by the time they rushed to the temple, they indeed saw the red light shooting into the sky originating from that water pool. The Tiangong team was probably the first to arrive; Zhang Lianhai and the others were guarding the pool, weapons in hand, lamp spirits dancing, not allowing anyone to approach.

The young attendant beside him was tightly covering his left eye, with a look of pain. He Lingchuan thought this guy had been wounded, but the Soul-Absorbing Mirror shouted: "Such strong power fluctuations!"

Fluctuations?

The young attendant let go of his hand, and his left eye changed.

A perfectly good human eye had turned into an outward-protruding vertical pupil like a crocodile's, with green patterns and bloodshot eyes all around the edges.

The pupil turned slightly, aiming at the pool well, and suddenly widened! He Lingchuan didn't seem unfamiliar with this strange feeling.

When he accepted the judgment of the gods in the ruins of Mount Xu and was stared at by the Dharma Eye, he was just as uncomfortable!

Damn it, could this attendant be the skin or believer of Miaozhantian? Fortunately, the attendant was wholeheartedly observing the pool well, and there was no He Lingchuan in his eyes at all.

Almost everyone saw that the red light of the pool well was reflected in the vertical pupil of the attendant's left eye, a bright red piece.

In just two or three breaths, he fell backward while covering his eyes, actually unable to stand steady.

Using this kind of supernatural power undoubtedly consumed him greatly.

Zhang Lianhai asked urgently: "How?"

"It, it is here." The attendant said weakly, "What the Dharma Eye sees is that this is the entrance!"

He opened his eyes again, and his left eye returned to normal.

Everyone was moved.

The Tiangong envoy had personally verified that this was the entrance between the virtual and the real, and to seize the Great Fang Hu, one had to enter it.

Zhang Lianhai pointed to three people and said briefly: "You go in."

These three each swallowed a pill, and three wisps of faint ghost fire soon ignited on their shoulders and heads.

He Lingchuan was also familiar with this scene. He didn't expect the Tiangong to use methods similar to Sun Fuping's in the past, all inciting the life fire of their subordinates.

All three left a wisp of life fire with Zhang Lianhai and jumped into the pool well themselves, disappearing into the red light.

"It seems they have entered the interior of the small world of the Panlong ruins." Bao Guanjie, the deputy general of the Baling Kingdom's Qilin Army, and others had been staring at the life fire in Zhang Lianhai's hand.

The three wisps of life fire kept burning, indicating that the three people who entered the small world to scout the path were still alive.

After waiting for a dozen breaths, he tilted his head toward his subordinates: "You go too!"

The Baling people were about to step forward when Zhang Lianhai's brows moved, and the lamp spirit rushed over to block their way:

"Stop!"

The Tiangong team also scattered, surrounding the pool well tightly.

Bao Guanjie was angry, but still reasoned with the other side:

"Mr. Zhang, even if you go in, you won't necessarily get the treasure immediately, and instead, you don't know what strange things you will encounter there. More people means more strength!"

If it were any other team occupying the pool, others wouldn't even bother to open their mouths. Gentlemen move their hands, not their mouths; they would just kill them directly.

But the Tiangong was different.

For the team sent by the Tiangong, everyone was wary, reasoning if they could, and never using force unless absolutely necessary.

Even though this wasn't on Beijia territory.

The might of a strong nation had reached this point.

"No one can pass. This is for your own good." Zhang Lianhai said coldly, "It's too dangerous inside; it's not something mortals can participate in!"

Bao Guanjie frowned: "Does the Tiangong know what's going on inside?"

During their argument, Zhao Qinghe led people into the temple and searched it inside and out.

Zhang Lianhai didn't explain anymore, just pointed, and the lamp spirit immediately turned into several fierce beasts, glaring at everyone.

Whoever dared to go up would surely be pounced on and bitten.

Bao Guanjie reasoned a few more times, but Zhang Lianhai was unmoved, and the Tiangong attendants behind him started to set up a formation on the ground, obviously intending to create a barrier, which made the Baling people's faces look very ugly.

When they were fighting the Andong people outside Heishuicheng, they were still working together. It hadn't even been twenty hours, and they had turned against each other.

He Chunhua didn't step forward, just watching from the side.

Bao Guanjie's gaze turned to him and suddenly said: "General He is the local host. No matter how domineering the Tiangong is, how can they block the local host from entering?"

This vast Panlong Desert and Red Cliff Road were all Yuan Nation territory; He Chunhua, as the highest commander of Heishuicheng, was certainly worthy of the title of host. Of course, no one had taken this title seriously before; Bao Guanjie just wanted to unite with him to confront the Tiangong.

Of course, He Chunhua brought the most manpower. Zhang Lianhai and the others had weak Yuan power here; if they really wanted to use force, facing the combined force of the Heishuicheng army and the Baling Kingdom—over three hundred people—they might not necessarily gain any advantage.

Zhang Lianhai glanced at He Chunhua and said lightly: "But the things inside are the Tiangong's!"

He told everyone that the Great Fang Hu was the Tiangong's.

At this time, Zhao Qinghe came out of the temple and shook his head at He Chunhua.

He Chunhua just wanted to speak, when the red thread on his wrist suddenly became faintly hot.

This was a treasure given to him by Naluo Tian; if He Chunhua faced danger, it would automatically warn him.

With the help of this red thread, he had avoided a hidden arrow and an ambush in Longchuan.

But the red thread was hot at the time, and now it was just slightly hot, so fast that he thought it was an illusion.

What did this mean?

Reminding him that there was danger in the red light, or that a strong enemy was coming? Or was it that it couldn't determine where the danger came from, or how serious it was?

Since Naluo Tian bestowed the red thread, this was the first time it had been half-effective.

In other words, could it be that the Panlong ruins were too strange, even it couldn't be sure?

His complexion was uncertain, and Bao Guanjie waited for a long time without him speaking, so he had to ask aloud: "General He?"

The Soul-Absorbing Mirror also said to He Lingchuan: "There's a magic treasure on your father that has quietly activated!"

What magic treasure? He Lingchuan found it inconvenient to ask, but the Soul-Absorbing Mirror had followed him for a long time and could finally understand his thoughts, continuing: "I felt the traces of divine arts or magic arts being activated, but I don't know what it is!"

Divine art? He Lingchuan's brows jumped; could it be that he was afraid of what would come? He immediately pointed to the alley not far away: "Old man, look there!"

He had to divert He Chunhua's attention quickly to ensure he didn't have the space to perform divine arts.

It was pitch black there, but after He Lingchuan pointed, everyone saw a dozen figures drilling out of the alley and rushing toward the temple.

They looked unfamiliar; they certainly didn't come out of Heishuicheng.

The leader was a burly man with a bloody aura, holding a gold-inlaid saber in his hand.

He Chunhua's gaze fell on the gold-inlaid saber, and he immediately remembered Ling Jinbao's reminder, his heart startled.

These were the Grand Marshal's subordinates?

The Tiangong attendant shouted in time: "Tiangong is handling affairs; stop, or be killed without mercy!"

The Grand Marshal's team stopped, their gazes sweeping over the various factions in turn, staying longest on the Tiangong and He Chunhua.

The Tiangong's signboard was the loudest, and the lamp spirit was the most eye-catching, while He Chunhua brought the most manpower.

The red light pillar appeared in the Panlong Desert not long ago, and he could bring so many people—what did that explain? Proximity.

So He Chunhua's line was likely the local force.

The burly man looked at He Chunhua with caution. They hadn't gone to Heishuicheng and didn't know that the Andong people had suddenly attacked the city, nor did they know that Prefect Hu had been killed and He Chunhua was acting as the government. But he felt that this person was not simple.

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The burly man's gaze toward He Chunhua now carried a hint of caution. They hadn't gone to Heishuicheng, so they didn't know the Andong people had suddenly raided the city, nor did they know that the Hu Commandery Governor had been killed and He Chunhua was acting in his stead. But he felt that this man was no simple character.

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