After the immortal disappeared

It was not an ordinary tree branch, but a Dragon Punishment Pillar made of tree branches, sacred bones, etc. A few months ago, He Lingchuan was short of materials and could only make a beggar's version of the finished product.

But the Dragon Punishing Pillar is the Dragon Punishing Pillar. As long as it has the function of absorbing nightmare energy, it is genuine.

Now there is some light red liquid gathered in the transparent glass (or resin) in the middle of the wooden tube, sometimes flowing, sometimes turning into red mist.

After Li Qingge's men returned from Wange Swamp, they returned the torture dragon pillar to He Lingchuan.

Because the cicada disaster really caused the destruction of all life in the Wange Swamp and the forest, Xinglongzhu also collected part of the nightmare energy, not only from humans, but also from other dead creatures. No one knows the exact units, but it seems to be quite a lot.

"No matter what it looks like, it is also a Dragon Punishment Pillar, it can be used, and it will not be traced by Lingxu City." He Lingchuan clasped his fists and saluted him, "I have seen the God of Disaster Relief!"

The old temple attendant hummed, his eyes turned to the two of them, and then stopped on He Lingchuan: "What do you want me to ask you for? I don't think you are devout believers."

How can any devout believer come wearing a mask?

"I have something to ask." He Lingchuan pointed at the wooden pipe, "This dragon torture pillar is my reward."

He was very particular about what he said, saying that the execution of Dragon Pillar was a reward rather than a thank-you gift.

Remuneration can be settled and quantified.

This also means that if Shi Nantian's answer does not satisfy him, the Xinglong Zhu will not be so easy to obtain.

The old man's face had drooped down, so no matter how he smiled, it was as if he was smiling but not smiling at all: "You are very courageous to bargain with the gods."

Dong Rui timely helped: "There are eleven temples on this island. If you don't want to answer, we can ask other gods to ask."

"Them?" The old temple attendant chuckled twice, looking very disdainful, but in the end he nodded, "Ask."

This God of Disaster Relief once appeared in the world of Panlong.

He Lingchuan entered the world of Panlong for the last time before launching Operation Xushan. The God of Disaster used a borrowed skin to break into Panlong City to warn Mi Tian.

At that time, He Lingchuan also wanted to take the opportunity to ask him a few questions, but the God of Disaster refused to let him have sex for nothing and only revealed the address of his temple.

If a mortal wants to seek help from the gods, shouldn't he express his sincerity?

To sum it up in one word:

To submit.

He Lingchuan's initial impression of this God of Disaster Relief was that he was not as cold as other gods, but more snobbish than human beings.

He Lingchuan speculated that this was probably related to its status in the divine world.

It calls itself a small god or a wild god, so it has no right to be arrogant in front of a powerful person like Mi Tian.

And it also showed its desire for the Dragon Punishment Pillar and the Nightmare Qi at that time, so He Lingchuan knew that this was the best reward, and Shi Nan would be hard to refuse.

With the Dragon Punishment Pillar, it can send its followers to the battlefield to collect nightmare energy.

This is equivalent to digging into the corners of Tianluoxing to create a small stove for yourself.

He Lingchuan had no psychological burden about sending out the punishment dragon pillar. Originally, the nightmare energy in the human world would also be sucked away by Tianluo. What's the big deal if the Xinglong Pillar intercepts a little bit?

He Lingchuan sorted out his thoughts: "I see you came straight to me just now, why?"

Don't say you saw the wrong person, God will not be blinded by old age.

The old temple attendant Jiejie smiled slyly: "You are a good person, it's hard for the gods not to notice."

To put it bluntly, I can’t help myself.

Despite the mask, it could see the value of this mortal at a glance.

He Lingchuan took out the Dragon Punishment Pillar and talked about the Nightmare Qi. It was clear that this little guy had already come into contact with the core secrets of the two worlds, so there was no need to be too secretive in his speech.

He Lingchuan still remembered that when Sun Fuping and Sun Guoshi asked the gods in the ruins of Panlong, the skin he prepared was Nian Songyu. As a result, the clone of the god who was invited did not go directly to Nian Songyu. Instead, he gave priority to greeting Lingchuan. As a result, he was ejected by the divine seal mark in his sea of ​​consciousness.

“What makes a good skin, and how did it come about?”

"Mortals usually can't bear even one percent of our power, so they are not qualified to be a skin. However, there are exceptions to everything. Some people's bodies can bear four to five percent of our power, and then they are qualified to be a skin; if they can Taking on 10% is considered excellent.”

"Ten percent?" He Lingchuan was a little surprised, "Is it just that little bit of excellence?"

"You humans -" the tone of explanation could not hide the arrogance and contempt, "the body under this kind of aura condition is extremely fragile. The gods use your skin like wearing a thin paper coat, which can be torn accidentally , and accidentally broke it.”

He Lingchuan thought of Lu Shishi, the skin of the God of Hundred Wars. When the possessing god left, she was literally shattered like a paper doll.

The metaphor of resolving difficulties is indeed very vivid.

But it also continued: "There are outstanding ones among you who can make the gods exert two or three-tenths of their power. But those are the skins of one in a million or ten thousand, and even Beijia is rare. not to mention--"

It paused for a moment: "Each god's power is different, and each god's requirements for the skin are also different. Not one skin is suitable for all gods."

"Only twenty-three out of ten at most?"

"Only?" Shi Nan laughed heartily, "The power of gods is beyond the imagination of humble people like you. Even if we only use two or three tenths of our strength, it is enough to defeat thousands of armies!"

Thousands of troops? Bragging. But He Lingchuan would not argue with it on this issue, it would just say yes.

"The skin is so fragile, how many times can it be used?"

"It depends on whether the battle is fierce or not, and it also depends on whether the gods love it or not." The old temple attendant stroked his white beard, "Use it carefully, three or four times."

Three or four times? But Lu Shishi was possessed by the God of Hundred Wars and died in less than an hour.

Although the battle with the Spider Immortal was fierce at that time, Bai Zhantian's lack of care was also the main reason, right?

"Is it possible that there will be no damage after using it?"

"It's almost impossible." The old temple attendant shook his head, "Even if Pi Nang is not injured in the battle, the divine descent itself will cause damage. Pi Nang's consciousness and body will be damaged, and he must rest for a long time before he can welcome the god again. drop."

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh: "Are you sure?"

"This is common sense, what's the uncertainty?"

"I see." He Lingchuan nodded. It turned out that his common sense was wrong.

He has not seen many divine descendants, and the biggest counterexample is General Red.

Zhong Shengguang sacrificed his daughter to Mitian, and He Lingchuan was basically certain that the red general was Mitian's skin. But the Red General has always been full of life and energy, not like he was damaged.

Maybe the injury is in the dark and no one knows about it?

He Lingchuan shook his head secretly, this was unlikely. The Red General's military duties are heavy, and if his body had been damaged, he would have been dragged down long ago.

She still has time to go to the martial arts hall to coach the players, and she doesn't look like a run-down person.