After the immortal disappeared

Blood dripped from the gap between his teeth, and he made an obvious swallowing motion.

He Lingchuan finally understood why his group could never find the whereabouts of Tao Bo, the leader of the Baling expedition and the disciple of Master Zhu Gen. He probably had the same fate as Nian Songyu, right?

Among the people hugging Maotao, a sand bandit magician suddenly said: "What is this?"

He pulled open the back of Maotao's collar and tore off a yellow paper man covered with spells from his back muscles.

As soon as the yellow paper was torn off, Maotao's mania stopped abruptly, his hand loosened, and the sword fell.

In the chaos, no one picked up the knife.

He Lingchuan moved his fingertips, but did not reach out after all.

With a "ding" sound, the knife's spine pointed downwards, hit the hard paving stone, and broke into two pieces in full view of everyone.

Everyone's movements were like pressing the pause button. They only stared at the broken knife on the ground, and then peeked at the black dragon.

Broken, the knife is broken!

What were Nian Songyu's last words before his death?

Only He Lingchuan knew that the sword originally had deep cracks. The controlled Mao Tao hit the wall with the back of the sword, causing more injuries. It was already very strong even if it was not broken on the spot.

This fall to the ground was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Several thoughts suddenly flashed through He Lingchuan's mind:

How did the so-called "god" know that this sword was the life gate of the black dragon?

How did you know the knife was on He Lingchuan?

How did you know that Maotao could break this knife into pieces?

Perhaps it noticed that He Lingchuan came back from Nancheng alone on a demon bird, but Sun Fuping's whereabouts were unknown, and thus concluded that the treasure fell into He Lingchuan's hands.

What about the other two questions?

He Lingchuan knew that there might be more complicated inside stories involved, but as the white light was swallowed up, the answer was gone.

Moreover, the white light possessing Nian Songyu had gone awry, and he would end up being swallowed by the black dragon; if the sword had been cut off a few breaths earlier, the situation would have been completely different.

Above and below the city, it was deathly quiet.

Then the illusory creatures such as demon apes and demon birds suddenly fell to the ground and turned into fly ashes.

The black dragon swam towards the city wall.

Everyone couldn't help but retreat. He Lingchuan coughed and asked, "Is our previous agreement still valid?"

Although the demonized creature is gone, the black dragon's own combat power has been upgraded, and there are still many gale army heroes in the city who obey its orders. If it wanted everyone to die, no one here would be able to see the sun in this world.

The black dragon looked at the broken knife on the ground, then at him, and suddenly smiled: "You are very smart. You can keep my knife."

Uh, what should he say? "Thanks?"

He Lingchuan picked up the broken knife from the stone surface and put it back in the sheath.

"No, it's me who should thank you." Heilong shook his head, his voice was actually very calm, "In so many years, you are the first person who toasted me three times without digging his grave."

Three toasts? He Lingchuan was not surprised, but instead breathed out: "Sure enough, it's you, Zhong Shengguang."

This is really a name that has been heard by the people of Heishui City, but has not been known for hundreds of years.

When others heard this, they were all in disbelief.

Situ Han stuttered when he spoke: "He, is he Zhong Shengguang?"

Zhong Shengguang is a famous general, but he must first be a person. How could this black dragon be Zhong Shengguang?

The black dragon ignored the others, but lowered his head and said to the Gale Army: "Escort them out of the Panlong Wasteland."

Several leaders of the Gale Army bowed and clasped their fists on horseback, showing respect.

That's right, except Zhong Shengguang himself, who can make the arrogant Steel Master give up?

At this time, suddenly a voice came from the south of the city: "Where is the big square pot?"

But it was He Chunhua who rushed back with his men.

As soon as he arrived at the south city gate, he found that the battle was over, Nian Songyu was missing, and Heilong climbed on the city wall to talk to his son. It seemed that the situation was not tense.

He immediately concluded that the god had lost.

So it seems that our side has won, but the purpose of this expedition is far from being achieved.

So many people were lost just for the sake of the square pot.

"You can't take it away." Black Dragon glanced at him, "The big square pot is Panlong City, and Panlong City is also a big square pot, and they have been integrated into one for a long time. Not to mention humans, gods can't take it away, otherwise it would not be here long ago. .”

"On the contrary, it's you." It turned to He Lingchuan and said, "Your wish may come true."

He Lingchuan was confused, pointed at his nose and asked, "What is my wish?"

Black Dragon did not answer, but faced Nancheng and sighed quietly: "My mission is finally completed." There was fatigue in his voice, but also joy, and many emotions that He Lingchuan could not understand.

Its dark and shiny body was quickly covered with a layer of gray frost.

In just a dozen breaths, the giant dragon crashed from the city wall to the ground. The ground shook and the mountains shook, breaking into countless pieces.

A generation of famous generals once again turned into the dust of history.

Endless smoke and dust blow in the face.

Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes, covered their noses, and held their breath.

Therefore, no one noticed that while the light in the black dragon's eyes was extinguished, a red light rose into the sky from the ruins of Nancheng!

…

When the dust cleared, everyone opened their eyes and found themselves standing in front of the temple in Panlong Wasteland City.

Nian Songyu was indeed right. Only when the black dragon disappears can everyone escape the illusion.

He Lingchuan opened his arms and hugged He Chunhua: "Dad, I thought you were sacrificed by blood!"

He and He Chunhua were not so close to each other, they just followed their inner instincts.

He Chunhua patted his back, then broke away. He was not used to being so close to his eldest son: "Take out half of the broken comb, and the Gale Army will stop attacking, and we will have time to escape from the formation. You talk to the black dragon the most, do you have a big square pot?" Are there any clues to be found?”

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Didn't it say that the large square pot and Panlong City are connected as one and cannot be taken out? Besides, we have already left the illusion."

"He is not a weapon spirit at all, but a resentful spirit that died more than a hundred years ago. How do you know it must be telling the truth?" He Chunhua was unhappy, "We have made huge sacrifices, how can we return empty-handed?"

Previously, everyone just thought about escaping. Now that they were safe, they realized that they were empty-handed and didn't have a single trophy.

In this adventure, the benefits are not proportional to the costs.

No, it’s simply a loss of blood.

Zeng Feixiong also said: "Without the big square pot, what would happen to the war at Woling Pass?"

Situ Han couldn't help it anymore: "You are all regular troops. Wouldn't you be able to fight without the God's treasure?"

He Lingchuan pulled out the long knife at his waist and saw that it was still there, not gone.

This is probably the only real object in the illusion.

"What are dad's plans?"

He Chunhua pondered for a moment: "Send someone in again to take a look."

The rest of the crowd took two steps back in unison, no one wanted to enter that ghost place again.

He Lingchuan picked up a stone and threw it into the well.

thump.

Although the water in the pool was bloody, everyone saw it sinking to the bottom of the pool at a glance.