After the immortal disappeared

He Chunhua pursed his lips and said, "It's your mother."

She had a hemorrhage after childbirth and named her child before she died, hoping that he would be brave and fearless throughout his life.

"Why did you change my name to He Lingchuan later?"

He Chunhua whispered: "According to the Great Shaman of Mandu, this name is more suitable for you and will be beneficial to you."

He Lingchuan was noncommittal: "Isn't my father going to the Panlong ruins? Let's go."

He Chunhua was waiting for this sentence.

But when he stood up and looked in the direction of the Panlong ruins, he suddenly let out a long breath.

Is this day finally coming?

He suddenly felt a little reluctant.

He Lingchuan saw that he seemed to be in a different mood: "What's wrong with dad?"

"It's okay!" He Chunhua smiled and said, "Let's go."

He gave the order, and the Blackwater City Army replenished their supplies of water and headed for the Chipa Plateau.

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The closer you get to the Chipa Plateau, the more majestic and desolate it becomes.

The moat in front of the south gate of Panlong City was originally just a deep ravine, but now it has shallow flowing water.

Zhang Lianhai and others stood on the wide land bridge and could hear the soft gurgling sound of water underneath.

This sound has disappeared in the Panlong Desert for more than a hundred years.

When we came here, the horse stopped. No matter how hard people urged it, it just refused to move forward.

Ling Jinbao, the elder of Jianyang Sect, was riding a green beast. He had a brief exchange with the beast and then said to everyone:

"They all feel that there is huge danger ahead, and they dare not move forward any further."

Even the bird monsters in the sky came down to report that there was turbulence in the sky above the Panlong ruins and that it was difficult for birds to approach.

They can't go.

Seeing this, people had to dismount their horses and walk across the bridge.

As for the mount, find someone to take it to a nearby sand dune for placement.

This little disturbance made everyone more vigilant, but did not give up the idea of ​​entering.

They came here because of the strange situation in Panlong City. If it was peaceful here, why would they need to explore?

Everyone walked through the huge doorway and slowly walked into Panlong City.

Even the messengers from the Heavenly Palace who were used to seeing all kinds of miracles subconsciously held their breath when passing through the city gate tower.

This solid and heavy fortress, almost armed to the teeth, is full of scars from war, in addition to the marks of wind and frost.

No matter who passes by here, they will be enveloped by the stagnation and tragedy of history.

Zhang Lianhai couldn't help but whisper: "This is Panlong City."

This sound also echoed between the two urn cities.

It wasn't until they entered the South Gate Square that the howling wind woke everyone up from the atmosphere just now.

The ruined city in front of us miraculously was not covered by the wind and sand. Although there were traces of arson everywhere, some buildings still survived.

The ponds and rivers in the South Gate Square have accumulated a little clear water, although there are no swimming fish yet. A little bit of green has emerged in the cracks in the ground, between the bricks, and in the shadows of the buildings.

There are even red and white grass flowers blooming sporadically by the river.

In the spring of the city, the vegetation is deep.

Zhang Lianhai calmed down and felt that this city that had been forgotten by the world was about to wake up from its deep sleep.

This is not a compliment, but a kind of weirdness.

The Panlong ruins should be desolate, dilapidated, and lifeless. At least for the past hundred years or so, it has been like this under the attention of the gods.

Since the sudden change in Lingxu City, the Panlong Ruins have also undergone corresponding changes.

The various people dispersed when they got here, each trying their own way.

Ling Jinbao of Jianyang Gate was also observing the terrain, and his subordinates asked him: "Uncle Master, what should we do now?"

Although I came here to "investigate", Panlong City is so big, where should I start?

"One group goes to the temple, one group goes to Zhong Shengguang's former residence and tomb, and one group goes to the residence of General Red. There are also a few people going to the south city gate." Mi Tian, ​​Zhong Shengguang, and General Red are all related to Dafang Hu. , if there are changes in Panlong City, we must first pay attention to these places.

As for the South City Gate, you can get a good view from the top.

The subordinate reminded: "Uncle Master, why don't we spread too thin?"

This ghost place is very evil, not to mention that there are many other people coming here to hunt for treasures.

Ling Jinbao thought for a while: "Then we divide the group into two groups and go to the temple and Zhong Shengguang's official residence."

While talking, a voice suddenly came from the alleyway in front:

"...There is nothing unusual about the temple. But the Grand Sima told me that the last entrance was opened in the temple..."

"There is water there, we have tried..."

A group of people, about twenty people, came out of the corner.

Caught off guard, the two sides came face to face with each other. They were both startled and subconsciously drew their weapons.

"who are you?"

The Jianyang disciples stared at them: "Who are you?"

The leader of the opponent snorted. Everyone came for the same purpose, but no one wanted to identify themselves.

The two teams faced off in a tense confrontation. Ling Jinbao first sheathed the sword and spread his hands: "We don't want to cause trouble."

The atmosphere calmed down, and the other party looked at them for a few times, then turned to leave.

Ling Jinbao said at the right time: "Excuse me, when did you enter the city?"

"Why are you asking?" The other party was still very wary.

"I've been here once to check the clues with you."

The people on the other side looked at each other and said, "I came in this morning."

In other words, they just arrived at Chipa Plateau and entered Panlong City this morning.

Ling Jinbao nodded: "Last time we came here at night, we encountered an illusion."

Is it really an illusion? Actually he doesn't think so.

The other party looked at them a few more times and walked away.

"Uncle Master, these people are very cool." They did not belong to any force from Blackwater City.

"There are so many people venturing here to hunt for treasure. If we come, others can come too." Ling Jinbao said, "They have been here for a long time, but it seems they have gained nothing."

"Is the 'Da Sima' they are talking about Dong Haoming?"

Other countries also have great Sima, but when this name is mentioned in Yuan Kingdom, it is hard not to think of the rebellion in the northwest. Of course Jianyangmen also knew about Dong Haoming.

Another disciple was surprised: "Could it be that he killed senior brother Wu Di..."

Ling Jinbao shushed, with a look of displeasure on his face: "Why are you talking about these gossips? Let's go to the temple to see it."

"Didn't they say that there is nothing in the temple?"

"Even if they have searched it? There have been many visitors to this Panlong ruins in the past, and every house has been searched. Why are we here again?"

Soon, they stood in front of the magnificent temple ruins.

Everyone knows that the only god enshrined in Panlong City is Mi Tian.

However, after the city was destroyed that year, the temple also received special attention from the coalition forces of Baling and Xianyou. It was demolished to pieces, and most of it was set on fire. Even the statues were beheaded and pushed down.

"They said there was water." Ling Jinbao walked around the temple and found that the only place with water was the offering pond in front of the temple.

The pool is not small, and there are signs of damage and repairs on the edges. Probably because of the continuous heavy rains in the past few days, there is a pool of water more than a foot deep here, so clear that you can see the bottom at a glance.

His disciples also came over: "Da Sima's subordinates just said that the entrance is in the temple, and they said there is water. Could it be that they are referring to this pool?"

Ling Jinbao took out a copper coin and threw it into the pool.

The copper coin actually weighed and quickly sank to the bottom. Everyone could see it clearly across the water.

Ling Jinbao took a long stick and stabbed it firmly at the bottom of the pool.

"The last time the entrance was opened in the temple?" He murmured, "When was the last time? How could Da Sima know?"

Has anyone ever successfully found the entrance?

Then, what happened?

A disciple climbed up to the tower and looked far away, and suddenly said: "The people from Tiangong are taking action!"

He climbed up and looked far away, just in time to see the movement in the South Gate Square.

It turned out that the lantern keeper of the Heavenly Palace lit the pale platinum candle in the square.

The disciple muttered: "Besides being able to light lamps, can he do anything else?"

"This lantern spirit clone is equivalent to their natal magic weapon. Most of the skills of the lantern guardian of the Tiangong are displayed through it."

Everyone was startled: "Dengling... clone?"

"There is an ever-bright lamp in the Heavenly Palace, which is blessed by the gods. It will not burn out for hundreds of years. It is a very powerful magic weapon. What the lampkeeper brought out was just a clone."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Zhang Lianhai murmuring something, then lifting the candle upward——

The lantern spirit blazed brightly and turned into hundreds of golden lights, running in all directions.

Every ray of golden light seemed to have intelligence. It went into the streets and alleys and built city walls to inspect, and even the stone bridges by the river and the cracks in the bluestone slabs on the road were not missed.

Seeing this, Ling Jinbao immediately changed his mind: "...even if it is a clone, it has many wonderful uses."

Save yourself the trouble of searching manually like them.

In terms of efficiency, Deng Ling is probably higher. Moreover, these luminous gadgets are also very sensitive to supernatural powers and secret arts, and may be able to detect things that are difficult to see with the human eye.

In the blink of an eye, a golden light flashed over, ignoring the Jianyang disciples but not sparing any corner or crack in the temple.

It also wandered twice above the water and suddenly plunged in.

Just a ray of light, without substance. However, there were two layers of ripples in the pool water, and a small string of bubbles appeared.

Something unusual? Ling Jinbao immediately stared attentively.

However, the golden light circled twice under the water and came up, but found nothing. The water in the pool quickly returned to calm, maybe it was wrinkled by the wind.

Seeing it go away, the disciple thought: "Uncle Master, where should we search now?"

Ling Jinbao's eyes flashed slightly and he looked back at the South Gate Square: "Two people are going to keep an eye on the people in Tiangong. It's best to let them lead the way. Others, follow me to the square to the city gate."

As everyone followed, they were puzzled: "Why go to the city gate?"

"The red light at night rises from the Panlong Ruins, so where the light comes from, the treasure is there, do you understand?" At this point, Ling Jinbao suddenly remembered something and paused slightly, "Hey, wait! "

He looked up at the sky: "How long until it gets dark?"

"It's already late when we arrived at the oasis outside the city. We stayed for half an hour before rushing over -" the disciple counted carefully, "It's almost sunset, right?"

"Sunset, sunset." Ling Jinbao said to himself, "Yes, the last time we came here was at night!"

He turned around and hurried out of the city gate:

"Go, go! Get out first!"