After the immortal disappeared

Even in the battle, Narutian's clone's mind was very clear: merging with Sanshui Zhenren was only a temporary solution. If he wanted to escape from birth, or even truly seize the Dafang Pot, he would have to rely on a suitable skin to display his true power. able!

But this is the enemy's territory in the square pot, so the battle must be decided quickly. Every second of delay is detrimental to yourself.

The three giant pythons failed to crush the Red General's armor, but they held He Lingchuan firmly in place, making it difficult to move.

The thin willow black snake opened its mouth to bite, and He Lingchuan was filled with a biting chill from the depths of his soul. Facing its fangs, he felt that he was unstoppable.

Not to mention that Naluotian's clone was also attacking. With his hands tied, he had to fight one against four, which greatly increased the pressure.

Two animal heads squatting on the armor's shoulder armor flashed red and suddenly jumped up. One of them, shaped like a golden toad, jumped directly into the big mouth of the thin willow black snake.

With a grunt, it went in down the throat, and the big snake himself was stunned.

However, countless red threads immediately emerged from its translucent body, as if parasites had hatched. At this time, the black snake seemed to have been thrown into a boiling oil pan, and its belly turned white in pain. How could it find time to pounce on He Lingchuan's soul?

In less than two or three breaths, the black snake turned into a red snake, even its eyes were blood red.

Another crouching-shouldered beast rushed towards the clone of Narutian. Its body grew in the wind, with bulging eyes and a big mouth that attracted wind ears. It had a long lion body and two wings on its back. He Lingchuan immediately recognized that this was the monster on the head of the Xinglong Pillar. He didn't know the specific species. It looked like a Qiongqi and a Wind-Mocking Beast. In a blink of an eye, it grew two feet in length, opened its huge mouth at a weird angle, and headed towards Narakuten's clone, as if it could swallow both his body and his sword.

Sanshui Zhenren, controlled by Narakuten's clone, was stuck in mid-air, but he was able to use force to rebound back. The tip of the sword pressed against the monster's jaw and pushed himself five feet away.

He Lingchuan also saw Aunt Zhu use this technique of staying in the air. It seems that this is a common trick for immortals.

At the same time, he threw the sword in his hand and turned it into a stream of light, still pointing directly at the back of He Lingchuan's neck.

Soon enough, the red snake suddenly jumped up to block He Lingchuan, and the sword hit it.

This sword has the ability to kill gods. The evil spirit in the body of the Xiliu Serpent was killed when the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple. So the giant python was cut into two parts at the middle sword, and the second half disappeared, but the front half turned around and still rushed to find trouble for Sanshui Zhenren.

Without the restraints of the thin willow snake, He Lingchuan raised his wrist and cut off the red gold anaconda's head with a knife.

Water is invisible, but the Fusheng Dao specializes in treating them, causing the red gold python's head to not grow back for a long time.

The last blue python strangled the red general again, but He Lingchuan raised his mirror shield and hit it on the head, shouting: "Stop!"

The blue python was actually taken in.

The mirror was so frightened that she screamed: "Ah, ah, don't mess around!"

The interior is also a small secret world of its own, but it was only repaired half a year ago. It doesn't want the blue python to go in and cause chaos again.

But no matter what, the threat of the three pythons in He Lingchuan has been lifted.

With the help of the armor, he was also calm, eliminating and attacking, and kicked all the trouble back to Master Sanshui.

This is actually a confrontation between the power of nature and the power of man.

If it were in the outside world, the former might have an advantage, but here is the inside of the Dafang Pot, the secret realm of Panlong! Apart from the sneak attack at the beginning, it was difficult for Nailuotian's clone to get any advantage.

But while fighting, it also wanted to persuade He Lingchuan:

"You are too young and don't know what a heavy burden the big square pot is. Master Sanshui has refined it with his own hands, but he also wants to destroy it. This kind of divine object that even gods and immortals are afraid of is definitely not something you can control. !”

He Lingchuan was amused: "Is that all you can do?"

Nailuotian's clone didn't get angry with him and just asked him: "You just can't control the big square pot, right?"

He Lingchuan replied with a smile: "But there are still people who can use it, such as Zhong Shengguang, such as-"

"Mitian? Haha, look at what happened to them? What happened to Yuan Kingdom?" He Lingchuan is related to Dafang Hu, so it's not surprising if he knows Panlong's past. Nailuotian's clone said, "Let alone going forward, not a single case ends well. This is also the power of fate."

He Lingchuan sneered: "Is their tragic fate and tragic ending because of the Dafang Hu itself? Isn't it because you gods kill everyone and destroy countries and cities at every turn? Isn't it because you gods absorb the flesh and blood of the people to nourish yourself, and you are so shameless? Call yourself 'Tien'?"

Nai Luotian's clone paused for a moment before saying: "You trust Dafang Pot so much, so do you know what it wants you to do?"

"Do you know what it wants to do to you?"

He Lingchuan remained silent, knowing that Nailuotian's clone was avoiding the important and taking the easy. But the two sides were fighting fiercely, and he was too lazy to think of words to refute it.

He didn't know, and no one knew, because Dafang Hu hardly communicated with anyone.

"Then how can you be sure that you won't follow in the footsteps of your predecessors?" Nailuotian's clone seized the opportunity to persuade, "You know nothing about the power of the large square pot. Let me say it again, such a divine object is definitely not yours. Can control it.”

"If you can't control the divine objects, you will be burdened by the divine objects. King Yuan is like this, Zhong Shengguang is like this, and you are no exception."

"Besides, how much do you know about Mitian? Is it purely out of good intentions when it lends you power and helps you fight against me? Naive!" Naluotian's clone said quickly, "Mitian has failed long ago! But its hatred and madness, It will still make you irrecoverable!"

He Lingchuan beat the snake and put it on the stick: "Why on earth is Mi Tian doing this?"

He didn't ask specific questions, and he didn't give a clear direction. He just asked "this way." As for which one it is, it's up to Narakutian's clone to consider it himself.

As expected, it replied: "The hatred between Mi Tian and Lingxu is as deep as the sea. Everything it does is not only revenge, but also the surrender of the other party. Whether it is instigating Panlong City or you, it is all for its own selfish interests. You all. They are just innocent victims.”

He Lingchuan asked it: "What about you? Do you also have a grudge against Lingxu?"

"No."

"Then why are you fighting against the gods of Lingxu behind your back? Isn't it for your own selfish gain?"

Narutian's clone laughed angrily.

It was chatting with He Lingchuan, not out of kindness to answer questions and solve problems, but to "drive a wedge" between them.

It has seen that He Lingchuan can perform well in the armor because of the high degree of compatibility and understanding between him and the armor.

This is the opponent's home court, and the opponent has the blessing of a battle armor. It seems to have an advantage. In fact, Narutian's divine mark still exists and has not been erased. This shows that He Lingchuan is not as powerful as he appears!

The Mitian deity he feared the most has yet to appear.

Based on his understanding of Mi Tian, ​​he usually would not appear again after the dust has settled. So, does it not want to appear, or can’t it?

After he merged with Master Sanshui, he knew that the Panlong Secret Realm was also a place with rules.

Hmm, so Mitian himself has no chance to appear at all, so he can only lend his power to the young man in front of him?

Thinking of this, Naraku Tian was calm in body and mind. This skin is less than twenty years old, which is the age when you are frizzy and restless. As long as I persuade He Lingchuan to make him feel hesitant and suspicious of Mi Tian, ​​He Lingchuan and Mi Tian's armors will no longer be connected, and they will no longer be able to use the vast god so smoothly.

No matter how powerful the Mitian armor is, it must be worn by someone to exert its power.

But I didn't expect that it had spent so much time and effort, but the other party remained unmoved.

This kid's will is either as solid as a rock, or he has been completely bewitched by Mi Tian, ​​commonly known as being stubborn and unable to persuade him at all.

There are indeed such people among the devout believers of gods.

But it didn't know that it was not Mitian who lent the armor to He Lingchuan, but General Red.

He Lingchuan only trusted General Red, not Mi Tian.

Narakutian's clone simply dug into the wrong corner, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock him down.

During the conversation, the two of them kept fighting.

The opponent was an ancient immortal + a clone of a god. It was the first time for He Lingchuan to challenge such a high-ranking enemy. He does not lack battlefield experience, but what he lacks is the practice of this kind of high-end game.

If nothing else, Master Sanshui's fighting methods are beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding. He has a "cutting technique". With a thin willow sword in the air, he can tear two holes at the same time, one beside him and one anywhere within three feet.

Master Sanshui burrowed into the cracked hole in the space, and in the next moment he might be behind He Lingchuan, stabbing him in the back with his long sword!

In the post-immortal era when magical powers were declining, only the small mountain-moving technique had this effect, but it could not be opened and closed at will, and the cost was high.

Fortunately, the weird-looking crouching-shouldered beast who switched from offense to defense stayed by He Lingchuan's side and helped him resolve crises several times.

After the initial rush, He Lingchuan soon became more and more comfortable. He has not yet mastered the further usage of the armor, but using such an essence of power is not much different from fighting on the battlefield. It is just that the speed of movement is outrageous. If Master Sanshui does not have the help of the cleavage technique, he will not be able to deal with him. They all seemed strenuous.

And, the devastation caused by both sides is a bit... amazing. The surface of this place is rugged and pitted, as if it had been blasted intensively by bombs.

Sanshui Zhenren even used the cutting technique to the extreme. Once, the Crouching Shoulder Beast followed him and jumped through a space crack. Master Sanshui wiped out the crack. As a result, the invulnerable Crouching Shoulder Beast was cut off half of its hind legs and half of its tail by the closed space.

This is the original meaning of "cutting", not just a teleportation channel. Fortunately, He Lingchuan himself never broke through to pursue, otherwise he might have been sliced ​​into pieces.

Facing this power of rules, how much can the Red General's armor protect him?

The crouching shoulder beast felt no pain, and turned around to bite Sanshui Zhenren, but the three-legged attack was not sensitive enough, and he was stabbed in the eyes with two swords. It finally turned into a ray of red light and returned to the shoulders of the red general's armor to squat again.

He Lingchuan grabbed his longbow and took the opportunity to aim at Master Sanshui.

Both arrows fired in unison, but there was only a whoosh.

He retreated into the space rift, and the arrows followed him; he turned, and the arrows also turned.