Chapter 850: Outside Panlongcheng

He Chunhua immediately said: "You are just a resentful ghost in a pot! Why should I feel guilty for sacrificing you?" Right! Chuan'er was long gone; what he sacrificed was an evil ghost wearing a human skin, he had a clear conscience!

He Lingchuan laughed: "The divine mark of Naluo Tian was planted many years ago, long before the last time we entered the Panlong ruins. How do you want to explain this? —Father!"

The last two words were squeezed through his teeth, bitter and deep with hatred.

He Chunhua was speechless for a moment.

This was a fatal point, hit instantly, unsolvable.

Qiu Hu spat on the ground: "Deceiving yourself and others!"

He had basically understood everything; this General He had admitted to offering sacrifices to the gods, had sacrificed his own child, and had identified his eldest son as an evil ghost...

Was he a bit mad?

He Lingchuan gave a long laugh: "Forget it, forget it, we were father and son after all. Today, I will fulfill Father's wish! Where is Naluo Tian's avatar? I will let it descend!"

Qiu Hu was startled: "No, absolutely not!"

This young master had always been shrewd, decisive, and capable, looking like a wise leader; could it be that he was going to act like a fool at such a critical moment? He Chunhua was also shocked.

The spell on He Lingchuan's wrist was still glowing; logically, it should have taken effect. He had been talking to this resentful ghost for a long time, why hadn't Naluo Tian descended yet?

Thunder suddenly flashed across the sky.

Usually, lightning was bright white, or sometimes tinged with red or purple, but these few bolts of lightning were very strange, actually shining with a sickly green light.

The entire Panlongcheng, whether it was buildings, streets, or various sculptures, was momentarily dyed with green light, and the atmosphere was particularly eerie.

This kind of light and aura belonged to Naluo Tian; He Chunhua was very familiar with it.

And the statue in his palm also began to tremble, emitting a faint green light, as if in response.

The Heavenly God was finally about to descend. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looking at the eldest son before him, he couldn't help but be filled with mixed feelings.

Let the absurdity that started more than ten years ago end today.

He finally didn't have to struggle anymore.

Panlong Desert.

The Jianyang Sect members had long left Panlongcheng and were camping in the desert when a disciple pointed to the back and shouted: "Uncle Master, look!"

Ling Jinbao turned his head just in time to see a red light soaring from Panlongcheng!

Sure enough, the red light started from within the ruins.

The disciples were itching to go: "Should we go back?"

Returning to the city now, even if they couldn't get the first bite, they could watch the excitement, right? Ling Jinbao, however, stared at the pillar of light, lost in thought.

The disciples asked twice before he came back to his senses: "Stay here!"

Wasn't the purpose of coming out this time to seize treasures and fight a bloody battle? The crowd felt bored, but the superior's order was hard to disobey, so they had to take a few white canvas cloths to pad the sand and sit down on the sand dune.

Ling Jinbao simply lay down, raising his hands to cushion the back of his head.

This ghost place was hot as hell during the day and cold as hell at night, but the night view was truly good; the stars hung over the vast wilderness.

After a long time, when he yawned for the fourth time, the disciples couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Master, what are you looking at?"

And looking so leisurely.

"Looking at the way of things." Ling Jinbao took out his water skin and drank some water, "The time the red light appeared tonight is earlier than the previous few times, why?"

The previous few times the red light appeared, it was near the second half of the night; tonight it was brought forward to the Xu hour, why? What was different tonight from the previous few days, just because adventurers arrived? What did the Great Fanghu want to do to the adventurers entering the Panlong ruins? He couldn't figure this out, so he didn't dare to stay in the city rashly.

The disciples naturally couldn't answer this kind of question, and Ling Jinbao didn't count on them.

Just as he was thinking while watching, the range of the red light suddenly changed, from a straight pillar of light, suddenly expanding to the entire Panlong ruins!

"Wow!" The Jianyang Sect disciples exclaimed in unison.

Under their gaze, the entire Panlong ruins were shrouded in red light! But this expansion only lasted for a short two or three breaths, and then, the red light disappeared! "What happened?" The Jianyang Sect members were only two hundred zhang away from the South Gate of the Panlong ruins, just in time to see the change in the red light.

Suddenly someone jumped up: "Look at the city gate! The Baling people on the city gate are gone!"

It wasn't just the Jianyang Sect disciples who thought of climbing high to see the overall situation; the Baling people had long done so, and Bao Guanjie had arranged for three or four people to climb the Nanchengmen to patrol the dynamics inside the city.

Ling Jinbao and the others could watch the magnificent Nanchengmen from the sand dune, and could also see the figures of the Baling people walking back and forth.

But after the red light, the city gate was empty.

Where were those Baling people? Even for high-skilled practitioners, their scalps felt numb at this moment.

Were the people in the city swallowed by the red light?

The disciples swallowed: "Uncle Master Ling is wise!"

Otherwise, they would have followed in the footsteps of the people in the city! Ling Jinbao didn't speak, his expression solemn.

This red light in the city looked like a trap no matter how you looked at it.

But even if people knew, they would still fly like moths to a flame.

Just then, Ling Jinbao actually saw someone on the sand dune next to him.

That group of sixteen or seventeen people didn't know when they had arrived, all looking at the red light soaring into the sky of Panlongcheng like the Jianyang Sect.

There were many adventurers in the Panlong Desert recently, and Ling Jinbao didn't take it to heart.

However, the other party actually sent someone over, climbed over the uneven hills, and asked the Jianyang Sect members: "Looking at the direction you came from, are you from Panlongcheng?"

The Jianyang Sect disciple frowned at him: "Who are you?" Without even saying hello, he was aggressive as soon as he came up.

Very impolite.

"We are from the Tiangong, here on business in the Panlong Desert." This person didn't say anything bad, but had a kind of arrogance of "too lazy to talk to you."

"Oh." Ling Jinbao nodded, "Yes."

Then he closed his mouth tightly.

The other party was stunned for a moment before realizing he was answering the previous question, so he immediately asked: "What happened in the city?"

Ling Jinbao turned his head and said to the disciples: "Let's go."

They walked back, ignoring the person.

This person chased after them, his tone softening a lot: "Everyone, stay... if you are willing to share your experience in the city, we will definitely reward you heavily!"

Ling Jinbao ignored him and kept walking.

This person said a few more words, and seeing that no one reacted, his face stiffened: "You..."

"Tell your superior to come and talk to me." Ling Jinbao interrupted, "You're not qualified enough."

He was at least the Great Elder of the Jianyang Sect; so what if the other side was the Tiangong? Could any cat or dog be sent over to ask for directions? This person opened his mouth, and seeing that he was about to leave again, he had to turn and run back.

He didn't know how they communicated on the other side, but this person pointed at the Jianyang Sect crowd while talking, and it didn't look like anything good.

Afterward, the leader of the other side walked over.

This person was about fifty, thin, with a jaw beard trimmed exceptionally finely, looking particularly spirited.

"Sorry, this attendant of mine was newly recruited, not well-versed in etiquette." He clasped his fists as soon as he arrived, "May I ask how to address you?"

"Jianyang Sect, Ling Jinbao."

"Mr. Ling." This person smiled, "I am He Jing, the Douyun Envoy of the Star-Plucking Tower, here on the orders of the Tiangong to handle business in the Panlong Desert."

Ling Jinbao was moved.

Douyun Envoy? This guy who smiled but didn't smile was actually a Douyun Envoy? The Tiangong of Lingxu City was world-famous; below the main Douyun Envoy were the four Douyun (Vice) Envoys, with noble status and transcendent position, even the Demon Emperor of Beijia had to treat them with courtesy.

How could a person of such status suddenly appear in Panlongcheng, ten thousand miles away from Mount Xushan? Was it for the Great Fanghu? That speed was too fast.

Beijia's territory was vast, and it took time for the news of the Panlong Desert's anomaly to spread from the far west of the Yuan Nation to Lingxu City. It would take a lot of time for this Douyun Envoy to hear the news and set off from Lingxu City to get here.

How could he come so timely, just in time for the Great Fanghu to be born? "So it's Dou Envoy He." Facing such a person, Ling Jinbao intended to quit while he was ahead, "We wandered around the city a few times and saw that everything was dilapidated, with no fresh changes, so we came out."

In a few words, he recounted what he had seen in the city earlier.

He Jing asked: "Just now the red light appeared, perhaps it was the divine treasure coming into the world, why didn't Mr. Ling return to the city?"

Ling Jinbao looked back at the red pillar of light and shook his head: "Always felt ominous, didn't want to go back."

At this time, He Jing's subordinate suddenly ran over holding a mirror: "Dou Envoy, there is an image in the Haofang Mirror!"

An image? Out of curiosity, Ling Jinbao stopped to watch, but saw that the image in the mirror was not He Jing's face, but scenes changing rapidly.

Dilapidated buildings, uniform streets, and a dragon-head pattern on half a mud wall flashed by...

Hey, he had seen this pattern in Panlongcheng earlier.

In other words, what was shown in the mirror was the scene inside Panlongcheng?

And this way of imaging seemed as if the mirror was borrowing someone's perspective; whatever he saw, He Jing could see too.

Ling Jinbao peeked from the side, and He Jing frowned secretly, but immediately pointed to the screen and asked him:

"Mr. Ling, what kind of team is this along the way?"

"These?" Ling Jinbao was quite familiar with the forces currently in Panlongcheng, "Seems to be Andong people."

"Andong people?"

Ling Jinbao pointed north: "They share the Panlong Desert with the Yuan Nation, heard they just went to ambush Heishui City a few days ago and suffered a big defeat."

He Jing said "Oh."

Ling Jinbao simply pointed out the various forces appearing in the image to him one by one.

When he heard that the Yuan army's arch-rival, the Grand Marshal, had also sent people to the scene, He Jing frowned: "Is it a coincidence? Panlongcheng tonight actually gathered so many people, and there are conflicts between them."

"The anomalies in Panlongcheng intensified a few days ago, and a phantom city even appeared in the sky, who wouldn't want to come and explore?" Ling Jinbao glanced at He Jing, "I see Dou Envoy He is also here for this, why didn't you go in earlier?"

The Tiangong clearly had two teams, why did Zhang Lianhai enter Panlongcheng, while this high official surnamed He stayed outside the city?

Ling Jinbao had a premonition that He Jing had come long ago, just didn't go in.

Regarding the big news in Beijia a while ago, he only heard that the marsh swamp of Mount Xushan rebelled and the Star-Plucking Tower and Lingxu City were in chaos, but didn't know that the Star-Plucking Tower had lost a divine object, and it was related to the Great Fanghu.

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