After the immortal disappeared

"Are you trying to take advantage of the Lu family's luck to cooperate with He Chunhua?"

"Of course!" Nai Luotian's clone answered readily, "You are the best person in a million, and I can't think of any reason to refuse."

The consciousness of the original body has dissipated, and He Lingchuan's heart is calm.

He changed another question, which has been bothering him for a long time:

"Why are the gods in Lingxu City so obsessed with the square pot?"

Of course Dafang Hu would not give him the answer. He also tried to ask the Red General of the Panlong World, but every time he was about to open his mouth, something like this happened, interrupting his question.

However, Nailuotian's clone kept it secret: "This is a secret, a secret that only a few righteous gods know! You protect me first, and I will tell you."

It has answered enough questions and shown sincerity in cooperation. It is He Lingchuan's turn.

He Lingchuan smiled: "As expected of Bi Lu, he is capable of bending and stretching."

He had met Mi Tian and Miao Zhan Tian. Both gods were very cold, but not as good as Nai Luotian's clone.

It shows how eager it is to survive.

Being wiped out of consciousness is equivalent to death.

Speaking of which, Narakuten was a minor god just like Shi Nan more than a hundred years ago. Their attitudes toward humans are all...flexible.

The red silk net moved again, this time tighter than before. Nailuotian's clone cried out in pain:

"If you leave me, all the secrets of God will be revealed to you!"

He Lingchuan looked hesitant.

Seeing this, Nailuotian's clone quickly threw out another bait: "In more than forty days, there will be emperor ooze coming, and there will be two in a row! As long as I am alive, you can master the information and always be one step ahead!"

Forty days later? He Lingchuan's eyes moved slightly: "But you are already trapped in Dafang Hu. If another god falls in the sky, you won't know about it."

"I can't get out, but I can teach you how to get information! You can't fight against the gods on your own, so leave me alive and I can help you!"

He Lingchuan's expression changed: "You also want to fight against the gods?"

"The Lingxu Gods are the common enemies of you and me, and time is running out..." The silk screen suddenly tightened, and Nailuotian's clone could no longer maintain its human form, and turned back into green light and shadow, "Save me!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you have any illusions." He Lingchuan spread his hands towards him with a look of helplessness on his face, "You are right, no one can control the big square pot."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers twice: "Hey, let it go."

The silk screen was ignored, further constricting the green light and shadow into the size of a goose egg.

"See, it doesn't listen to me at all."

The god clone roared.

Its last curse came from the silk screen, desperate and vicious:

"You will be backlashed by fate and the square pot! Your end will definitely be more tragic than mine!"

Then there was no movement.

When it shrinks to the size of a chestnut, its shape becomes fixed and does not change.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright.

He Lingchuan didn't find where the light source was, but the light had dispelled the darkness and was enough for him to see the surrounding scene clearly:

He was actually in the wilderness, with gravel under his feet. All he could see was the Gobi Desert, and there was only vast silence between heaven and earth.

He Lingchuan listened attentively. There was no sound of crawling insects and ants underground, and there were no traces of birds in the sky. Only the wind blew from the distant mountains and shuttled freely through the open forest.

The forest is not big, but every tree is thriving and has green branches and leaves, which is in sharp contrast to the surrounding harsh natural environment.

He Lingchuan lowered his head and found that the pond under his feet was smaller than it looked in the dark, and the water was clear and shallow.

The glowing green mass disappeared. He Lingchuan took a closer look and found a solitary, green acorn lying at the bottom of the pond.

This is...Naruotian's clone?

As he watched, the acorn turned from green to brown and suddenly moved.

He Lingchuan was slightly startled, thinking that Nailuotian's clone was playing some trick again, but he didn't expect that something arched under the acorn and slowly stretched out of the water.

A tiny seedling.

what's the situation? He Lingchuan couldn't help but take two steps back.

The flow of time seemed to speed up dozens of times. The seedling grew bigger and thicker under his eyes, and then the main trunk opened and branches expanded, and the leaves expanded on the branches...

In less than a quarter of an hour, it grew into an oak tree over one foot tall. He Lingchuan had to raise his head to look up at the crown of the tree.

There are actually many newly grown acorns hidden among the branches and leaves.

Snap, another acorn fell to the ground.

He Lingchuan didn't dare to touch it.

A clone of a god turned into a tree in the blink of an eye. Even though he witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, he still found it unbelievable.

How did this happen?

He drew his knife and knocked on the tree. It was indeed like wood.

And the oak tree didn't react at all...just like any other tree.

He conveniently carved an equilateral triangle on the tree.

Sawdust rustled.

"So, you will be a tree from now on?"

More than three months have passed since the red giant shadow Chaos captured Narutian's clone. This should be the last step for Dafang Pot to eliminate the loot. Is it such a coincidence? He just arrived to see off Naluotian's clone for the last time, and he could also ask questions along the way.

When the wind blows, the leaves rustle. Listening to this, He Lingchuan always felt like Naluotian's clone was cursing people.

He suddenly thought of Master Sanshui.

After Sanshui Zhenren passed away, Qiling Baogai absorbed his remaining soul and transformed him into the leader of the Que beast.

Did the Dafang Pot also acquire/inherit this ability after integrating it with the Qing Ling Bao Li?

In other words, it crushes the consciousness of the god's clone and then transforms it into a tree?

Existing, but unconscious.

Not annihilated, but full of vitality.

Only the form of trees not only complied with He Lingchuan's requirements, but also ensured that Nailuotian's clone would not escape the control of Dafang Hu.

Otherwise, a clone of a god that is conscious, knows how to maneuver, and wants to escape every moment would have to consume the power of Dafang Hu to suppress it, right?

Who knows how many strange tricks Naluotian's clone can pull off? God's methods are unpredictable.

Even if it is a big square pot, it will spontaneously look for the most labor-saving method.

He Lingchuan laughed and murmured to himself:

"Who dares to say that having a spirit is better than having no spirit? You are much smarter than humans."

It's a pity that there are still so many secrets hidden in the belly of Naluotian's clone, and they are all crushed together with the consciousness.

He Lingchuan just sighed and didn't really feel it was a pity.

Nailuotian is the god with the greatest malice towards him. Who knows how true or false the secrets told by it are? Who knows if it will dig a hole for him to jump——

Most likely it will.

He Lingchuan wanted to keep its secrets, and it wanted to profit from He Lingchuan's skin. There is no point in keeping such a source of information that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The acorns that fell to the ground seemed to be taking root again.

What on earth is this place? Is it the second secret realm after Panlong Secret Realm?

He wanted to put away his knife and leave, but when he looked at the sparse woods in front of him, something suddenly occurred to him:

Could it be that these trees are all...

The thought came together, and my back felt slightly chilly.