After the immortal disappeared

By now, He Lingchuan already knew that due to the existence of the barrier between the two realms, it was not easy for gods and mortals to communicate in real time, even if the other party was his believer. Otherwise, there would be no need to set up a heavenly book in the Tiangong Xingzhao Tower, and the gods would only be able to write a few lines at a time.

The conventional practice is for believers to pray devoutly with the help of utensils, call on gods, relax their minds, and wait for God to turn over the cards. No, they are waiting for God's will to be projected and talk to themselves.

It is best for the surrounding environment to be quiet and sheltered from the wind, as this can save the gods a lot of power.

He Chunhua called Nai Luotian in the horse pen with air leakage from all sides, which was also a helpless move.

He realized that he was at the end of his rope and had to resort to the power of God.

However, He Lingchuan was surprisingly alert and once again broke his wishful thinking.

No matter how patient He Chunhua was, he couldn't hold it any longer at this point. What's more, with the dangers surrounding him, he really couldn't delay it any longer.

That’s all.

"Chuan'er, Chuan'er!" He laughed miserably, "I have always been lucky and unwilling to do this. But you, your behavior, I really..."

He Lingchuan's various behaviors after his disappearance and return were all pointing to the knife being handed to him.

"Dad, what do you mean?" He Lingchuan blinked, but secretly thought in his heart, here comes the showdown.

"In fact, you already know where the Dafang Pot is, right?" He Chunhua put away his smile and looked deeply, "If there is anyone in this city who knows the location of the Dafang Pot from the beginning, it can only be you."

Qiu Hu and Zhao Qinghe were both surprised by these words.

The soul-capturing mirror screamed: "He, he, he, he actually knows! How did he know?"

It really can't understand the brain circuit of this father and son from beginning to end.

"Huh? Me?" He Lingchuan pointed at his nose with a surprised look on his face, "Dad, are you scared to death?"

Yes, it's me.

"You are no longer my son!" The kindness on He Chunhua's face has long since disappeared. "Before leaving the Panlong ruins last time, you had already possessed Chuan'er through the broken knife, right?"

He Lingchuan was surprised: "What did you say? Who has possessed me?"

"The evil ghost in the big square pot!" He Chunhua almost gritted his teeth. "After returning home from Panlong Desert, Chuan'er changed. With that kind of personality and behavior, how could he be my son!"

He Lingchuan was dumbfounded: "Dad, do you think I'm getting better or do you think I'm getting worse?"

He Chunhua's face turned green and white for a while, with emotion and anger.

After leaving the Panlong Desert last time, the eldest son became more and more active. Not only did he practice martial arts diligently, but he also made great progress in dealing with people and things. He even saved his life in battles several times!

He can even please his stepmother. Hongchan actually beams when she mentions this eldest son!

He knows best what kind of virtue his son has.

At that time, these changes were slowly emerging, but He Chunhua was busy with big things one after another. He was as busy as a whirlpool and had no time to think about them. Until his eldest son was washed away by the flood. Over the next year and a half, he slowly recalled it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

This time, the eldest son suddenly returned as the special envoy of Rongshan. His speech and behavior were no longer concealed, and he even confronted him tit for tat.

He Chunhua is blind if he can no longer see it!

Not to mention that this kid seems to be extremely familiar with Panlong Ancient City, and he can lead the Blackwater City Army through the streets.

The strong wind and snow are charming, the alleys of the deserted city are surprisingly similar, and there are monsters chasing after them... These are all serious interference. If he didn't know this place well, why would He Lingchuan never make a mistake?

With such a capable person, there is no way he could be his son He Lingchuan!

"You have been missing for a long time, and you suddenly came back to look for me. Didn't you just want to enter the Panlong Ruins?" He Chunhua stared at him for a moment, "Why haven't you revealed yourself yet? Or -"

He pointed to the east with his other hand and said: "——You want to quickly enter Dafang Pot, right? Do you want to return to your territory?"

The soul-capturing mirror exclaimed: "Oh, you're right again!"

"Dad, you are crazy." He Lingchuan shook his head, "I didn't want to come to Panlong Desert this time, but you had to drag me here."

"You are retreating in order to advance." He Chunhua said sternly, "You are Zhong Shengguang. When you perished in front of us, you were simply faking your death! Everything you said was a lie. What a big square pot integrated with Panlong City! It's just You want to trick us into leaving Panlong Ruins, you just want to return to the human world!"

"Dad, you are just trying to excuse yourself." He Lingchuan looked at him condescendingly, his eyes full of insight and pity, "As long as you believe that I am an evil ghost and that I am not your son, then it will be natural and unnecessary to reward the gods. You feel guilty, don’t you?”

Since entering the Panlong Ruins, although He Chunhua tried hard to hide it, He Lingchuan could still feel his pain and entanglement.

This cheap dad has been swinging back and forth between the choice of paying or not paying to God.

Now his attitude has drastically changed, and he suddenly loudly criticized He Lingchuan, which can only show that he has finally made up his mind to pray for Narakutian to come!

The word "reward the gods" hit the most secret corner of He Chunhua's heart without warning. He shuddered subconsciously, as if he had been struck by a whip: "W-what did you say?"

He Lingchuan pointed to his temple and said: "In my sea of ​​consciousness, there is a mark of Narutian's divine seal. This is the way the gods mark their skin. Dad——"

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he said every word: "Don't say this has nothing to do with you!"

It’s finally showdown time!

Now that the mask of fatherly kindness and sonship has been torn apart, stop pretending! Open the skylight and speak frankly.

He Chunhua opened his mouth and lost his voice for a moment.

He Lingchuan's words were like thunder, making his head buzz.

My son knew it, he actually knew it!

At this moment, countless thoughts came to mind, including shock, uneasiness, guilt, regret, and of course fear.

The fear of being seen from the inside out and not being able to hide any secrets or ambitions!

But he soon realized that this kind of secret... shouldn't be known to the eldest son at all!

He Lingchuan was able to break through Nai Luotian's divine seal mark, but it proved that he was not Chuan'er at all!

Yes, this thing is not Chuan'er at all, not his son.

That being the case, what else does he have to worry about?

"I know why you want to go back to Panlong Desert and why you are so anxious to get into the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua became energetic and his eyes shone brightly. "You want to remove the mark of the gods, right? You don't want to go through all the hardships. The skin bag I got was snatched away by Nai Luotian again, right?"

He Lingchuan looked at him with raised eyebrows.

How did this cheap dad use wrong identifications to derive correct conclusions? "

He Lingchuan was not Zhong Shengguang at all, and He Chunhua was completely wrong on this point.

But He Lingchuan really came here to eliminate the mark!

The soul-telling mirror in his arms also trembled slightly with excitement: this scene of father and son fighting each other was really interesting. You can watch it without paying for a ticket, it’s worth it!

"Last time, the Panlong Illusion ate the god's clone summoned by Sun Fuping." The light in He Chunhua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he obviously figured it out, "You still want to follow the same example and eat the clone of Nai Luotian. ?No wonder, no wonder you want to rush back to Panlong Desert!"

"What a pity -" he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I only missed it, but I still found out you!"

Once the monster is thrown into the red light or the large square pot, there is nothing he can do about it!

But now, everyone is still in Panlong Ruins, still in reality.

This evil ghost cannot possibly resist the power of God!

He Lingchuan sighed: "Dad, you are really crazy! Assuming that you are right - assuming - I leave you and rush to the east of the city to find the big square pot. Can you stop me?"

There was only Zhao Qinghe beside He Chunhua.

The balance of combat power was clearly tilted towards He Lingchuan.

However, He Chunhua spread his hands and stepped back step by step, with no trace of pride on his face:

"It's too late, you can't get in."

He Lingchuan suddenly felt something strange and turned his wrist to see——

Several lines of runes were printed on his wrist at some point. Each word was as small as a fly's head, and he didn't recognize any of them.

But now, these characters are shining faintly.

He wiped it hard several times, but no, it couldn't be wiped off.

Yes, when He Chunhua stepped down when he went downstairs, He Lingchuan gave him a hand. He Chunhua seemed to subconsciously grab his wrist, but in fact he secretly printed the curse on it.

The effect of spells falling on paper is like talismans, which can save spell casting time and release magical powers as quickly as possible. He Chunhua printed the curse on He Lingchuan's wrist, which saved him the time of reciting it word for word to take effect.

You know, it takes at least forty breaths to recite the entire chapter.

This son's strength has grown too fast, and he has already begun to crush himself. He Chunhua was afraid that he would not have the chance to finish reciting the spell in person, so he tried another trick.

To put it simply, he saves the tedious summoning ceremony.

"This is the divine word that summons Nai Luotian!" He Chunhua turned his palms and a small statue appeared. The statue was stained with blood. He had broken his palms in private and smeared the blood on it. "It's different from what Sun Fuping used. I don't need to recite it. I just need to hit the spell on you and it will take effect on its own!"

The ceremony to summon Naraku to descend has already begun!

He was delaying desperately just now, just to buy time for the spell to take effect!

We are getting closer and closer to our target, but the monsters are chasing us harder and harder, and there is a leader who is hiding somewhere. He wants to summon Nai Luotian down first! That was his trump card to seize the Dafang Pot and Shengli Panlong Ruins.

He had long seen that the dangers in this place were beyond human control. Right now, only the power of God can help him successfully break the situation!

"It took so much effort." He Lingchuan did not get angry as he expected, but looked at him with sad eyes, "Don't you feel any guilt for sacrificing your own flesh and blood to the gods?"

This sentence is sincere and speaks directly from the heart.

Because this is what He Lingchuan has been thinking about since he knew the truth!

If it is not questioned face to face, it will be hard to calm down!

Even Zhong Shengguang, who sacrificed his own daughter for Panlong City in the past, will have to endure the torture of his conscience day and night.

As for He Chunhua, what does he think?