After the immortal disappeared

Then, the Haoyuan Golden Mirror disappeared on the spot!

He Lingchuan clenched his fist and closed his hand, saying solemnly: "The agreement is fulfilled!"

After all, the arm was no match for the thigh. The Haoyuan Golden Mirror was aggrieved and helpless, but was still collected by the God Bone Necklace hidden in his palm.

The God Bone Necklace no longer glowed or heated up, and He Lingchuan could even feel its satisfaction.

Xiao Wencheng summoned the Haoyuan Golden Mirror several times, and there was indeed no movement, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

There was no earth-shattering collapse, and the process of collecting the mirror was too quiet.

"You are..." He looked at He Lingchuan, and it was difficult to say for a moment, "How did you do it!"

The Haoyuan Golden Mirror reflected very clearly that it was not He Lingchuan himself who forcibly collected it, but the powerful force hidden behind him!

The power that was enough to resist and tear the laws of the small cave heaven.

The red chain is the embodiment of this power.

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh, and his face was tired.

Although the scene just now was a fight between the Dafang Pot and the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, it was also an extremely heavy burden for him as the carrier.

Although it was only a dozen breaths, he felt as if he had fought for a day and a night, and even his physical strength was overdrawn.

He first fed himself a magic pill, and did not answer directly: "This is the so-called poaching."

Every cultivator has his own secrets, and Xiao Wencheng was too surprised to blurt it out.

Dong Rui quickly changed the subject: "Hey, hey, has the Immortal Venerable Qianhuan come out of retreat? Has he come out?"

The mirror was pried open, the world was shaking, and Qianhuan was awakened?

This is the big deal, the serious business!

According to Xiao Wencheng, this is equivalent to cutting off a large piece of meat from Qianhuan, with skin, flesh, bones and tendons, and He should wake up in pain.

Could this old guy have made another miscalculation?

Before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew and rolled into Wenhui Pavilion.

The lamps on the altar were first blown out, then lit up again with a whoosh, and the flames stretched out.

This abnormality lasted for three or five breaths, and then returned to normal.

There were a few pink lotus flowers in the jade bottle, with graceful postures. The wind suddenly blew away the three petals from the altar, and they floated lightly to the side window under the gaze of the three people.

The blooming lotus was bigger than a bowl, and a single petal was also very heavy. How could a strong wind blow it like this?

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui went to the window to see that the three petals of the lotus were rolled in the wind and soon fell into the pond behind Wenhui Pavilion.

This pond is a standard rectangle with very shallow water, and only a little attention is paid to Feng Shui. But after the three-petal lotus fell into the pond, it sank directly, and a bubble popped out.

Then another one.

The water in the pond suddenly rippled, and then a huge figure came out.

Green skin, human body, snake tail, six hands.

"We meet again." Dong Rui murmured as he looked at the familiar figure.

The one who emerged from the pool without reason was the Yin Hu Dharma Image who had fought against the demon in the capital of Yao State!

However, the giant Hu's eyes were piercing, completely different from when he was in Yao City.

As it walked, its shape changed. Every time the two people saw it from a different window, its appearance was different.

Then, Yin Hu disappeared, and a tall old man with a white beard walked in from the main entrance of Wenhui Pavilion. He had a fairy-like appearance, kind eyes, and no trace of water on his body.

He Lingchuan had seen many immortals, but so far, only this one best fits the image of an "immortal" in people's minds.

Xiao Wencheng had already come forward, excited to the point of blushing: "Immortal Lord! You finally came out of retreat!"

"If you don't come out of retreat, Huanzong will soon die." Qian Huan spoke, his voice was mellow, like the clear sound of a bell from the eaves, and it could even resonate in the audience's brain cavity.

Xiao Wencheng was embarrassed.

"You did a good job." Qian Huan glanced at He Lingchuan and praised him, but then said, "You can't pull down my Haoyuan Golden Mirror by yourself."

His eyes were neither malicious nor kind. He looked at He Lingchuan as if he was looking at a small grasshopper.

But this grasshopper was not hiding in the grass by the roadside, but standing on the shoulder of a huge shadow.

In terms of understanding of "rules", the only one who can rival Qian Huan in the sea of ​​​​reversals is perhaps Miao Zhantian. The power behind this young man in his early twenties seemed a little familiar.

He Lingchuan smiled, as if he couldn't hear the meaning of his words: "You are too kind."

He also noticed that although Qian Huan had changed into a human form, the color of his eyeballs was very light, with a little bit of broken light, and his pupils were very large, so his eyes were a little empty.

When Qian Huan looked at him, He Lingchuan always felt that the other party's eyes penetrated him and looked far behind him.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Qian Huan was clearly looking at him, but his attention was not on him.

"Who sent you here?"

"Lingshan." He Lingchuan met his gaze, "People were sent here to investigate, but none of them returned."

As the master of this world, Qian Huan should know everything that happened on Yinzhu Island. Why did he ask this question?

It can be seen that He Lingchuan's answer could not satisfy him.

"No." Qian Huan's eyes were like torches, "Who is behind you? Whose power took away the Haoyuan Golden Mirror?"

There are also a few strong people who can possess such power in the world, and he should recognize them. But his feeling is two parts familiar and eight parts strange.

What happened in the world during the more than 150 years when he was in seclusion?

He Lingchuan secretly adjusted his breath and pointed to the sand table beside him: "The Immortal Venerable must have more questions about Miao Zhantian."

Qian Huan smiled slightly. This human was reminding him that he was facing a great enemy and should not dwell on trivial matters, but solve the main contradiction first.

However, this young man was only in his early twenties. He was pulled by the two major rules of the chain and the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, but he did not fall apart. You know, even a giant elephant with profound Taoism would be torn apart by the ruthless power of the law, but this young man was intact, just a little tired.

Xiao Wencheng took out the eaves bell and presented it to Qian Huan respectfully: "This is the token that Lingshan gave to Master He."

Qian Huan just grabbed the eaves bell, and then the bell swayed without wind.

Dingling, dingling, dinglingling...

This thing has never been so active when it was in He Lingchuan's hand. No matter how the wind blows, it is quiet and silent.

The sound of the bell sounded like a secret code, or like the bell was telling its owner something. He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly. Was Lingshan trying to convey some message to Qian Huan through this bell?

A message that could not be heard by others, or by the messenger himself, that is, He Lingchuan.

The sound of the bell was short, and it stopped after a few beats.

Qian Huan's eyes moved around, and he was indifferent without focus. Xiao Wencheng, who was familiar with him, knew that the Immortal Venerable was thinking about something.