If the god of heaven confirms that the Dafang Pot is in Panlong City, then it will not be the strength of this kind of temptation for it.

He Lingchuan also let out a sigh of relief. So, with the protection of the Divine Bone, he will be safe?

It seems that it is not right. Panlong City cannot escape the destruction in the end, and it is almost the same as Yuan Kingdom.

In other words, the gods may have found the whereabouts of the Dafang Pot again.

Mi Tian once said a keyword:

breath.

The breath of a large pot.

Under what circumstances will the breath of the big square pot be leaked and can be sensed by the lid of the pot?

He Lingchuan remembered the great horror he felt on the white jade steps in front of the Star Picking Tower.

Because the lid of the pot is in the Star Picking Tower, the divine bone necklace conveys the impatient situation of the big pot?

These two divine objects were originally one, and of course they instinctively longed to be complete again.

No wonder, no wonder Zhu Erniang from the Demon Nest Swamp asked him to go to Xushan, the reaction of the divine bone necklace would be so violent. For it, even if you eat all the treasures in the world, which one can compare to its original lid?

"Is the key to echoing these two treasures lies in the distance? The closer the distance, the stronger the gravity and the stronger the sensing?" Zhong Shengguang was also guessing, and then shook his head and denied himself, "Obviously, it's not that simple."

Yes, it won't be that simple. Because Twilight Plain and Lingxu City are thousands of miles apart, and when the second scene of the ruins of Qianxing City occurs, the god of heaven immediately sent Bai Ziqi to investigate; the northern part of Chiyan and Lingxu City are hundreds of miles apart, and the huge red shadow in the big pot devours the nightmare of hundreds of faces, Bai Ziqi rushed to Baishaju.

It can be seen that the location of the God of the Great Pot is not only based on distance changes.

"Thinking on the other hand-" Zhong Shengguang pondered, "When will the divine bone necklace not cover the breath of the big square pot?"

"When the big square pot is placed in large quantities, or strongly interacts with the outside world."

The fourth person suddenly sounded at the scene.

General Red arrived, wearing thin leather armor and not wearing a mask.

She jumped over the wall and didn't even need a guard to open the door for her.

"At that time, the Tianluo Star will light up."

He Lingchuan felt a stir in his heart when he heard this.

Shao Jian immediately stood up and looked at Mi Tian with a frown, "You have known it for a long time, but you didn't tell me?"

"Other gods can sense the big square pot, and I can also sense the lid in Lingxu City through the big square pot. The artifacts are originally one, and of course they echo each other from afar." Mi Tian said lightly, "You can't use the big square pot, what's the point of knowing?"

She thought that Zhong Shengguang didn't need to know.

"The last time you were defeated was because of arrogance." Zhong Shengguang raised his glass to her, "Do you still want to repeat the same mistake?"

Mi Tian was unhappy, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

Zhong Shengguang drank slowly without panic.

Mitian looked at him and Shao Jian separately: "We can follow up on Xinglongzhu as soon as possible."

Facing this god, Shao Jian did not dare to be as arrogant as Zhong Shengguang, so he immediately bowed to it.

Mitian turned around and left with great strides.

The house fell silent for a moment and no one said anything.

Zhong Shengguang was so muffled that he had two more glasses of wine.

Shao Jian guessed that General Hong had walked away and could not hear the two of them talking. Then he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Wuhan, is that child still here?"

Zhong Shengguang did not answer, but put down his glass and said, "You have drunk too much, and you will set off tomorrow morning."

He asked He Lingchuan to come forward: "Help him go back to the hospital to rest, and get more sobering soup."

"Yes." He Lingchuan wanted to help Shao Jian, but the man waved his hand, "No, I'm not drunk."

He stood up and walked out swaying.

...

The next morning, Panlong City South Suburb Station.

Shao Jian left the city and followed other caravans, without special treatment.

Many people say goodbye to the long pavilion here.

Zhong Shengguang was wearing a regular dress and a hat, and came to see him off.

The two patted each other on the shoulders, looking at each other speechlessly.

This journey is long and the road is blocked, the mountains are high and the river is long, and I don’t know when I will meet again.

Each has his own ideals and his own responsibilities.

Everyone has their own persistence and their own dangers.

Thousands of words finally turned into a word of care.

"Go back!" Shao Jian rode his horse and turned around ten feet. Seeing that Zhong Shengguang was still standing still, he couldn't help but wave his hand and laughed, "In a few years, I will definitely come back to have a drink with you!"

His figure gradually drifted away. Zhong Shengguang watched his friend leave, as if he was standing in a statue.

There was a sound of flute sounding somewhere, and it was melodious.

Shao Jian probably heard it too. He turned around and looked at the low mountain beside the post station, as if he raised his hand to say goodbye to someone. He Lingchuan saw the crow's feet that were smiling from the corners of his eyes.

Who is there?

On the way back to the city, Zhong Shengguang remained silent all the way.

When he entered the official office, he turned to He Lingchuan and said, "Your mission has been completed successfully. Go back. There are records in Pengcheng Office."

These days, He Lingchuan’s mission is to protect Shao Jian’s safety.

Now that the guest has left Panlong City, his mission has ended here.

"yes."

Zhong Shengguang left on his own and soon got into the crowd and disappeared.

His back was a little bleak.

He was protected by Shao Jian for many days and never went home. He Lingchuan wanted to go out and call a donkey cart, but unexpectedly someone came to post the notice wall of the official office.

When He Lingchuan saw it, he found that he was the update lecture course in the Insect Hall.

Open classes need to be informed seven days in advance.

He browsed quickly and found that the second class was "Selected Flute, Fingering and Musical Score".

Oh, I didn't see it, I didn't see it.

My eyes continued to go down and I automatically skipped several sessions, but I was not interested.

However, the guy who changed courses was careless and only tore off most of the notices last week, and still half of the remaining paper stuck to the wall.

He Lingchuan found a lecture on this broken piece of paper:

"The Unreality of the World - Where is the Ancient Monster Beast Now?", the speaker Xu Shichu.

Hiss, can't we talk about Zhu Erniang?

Besides, the speaker's name sounds familiar, and it seems that he has heard it somewhere.

He Lingchuan looked at the start time again—

It's a coincidence that it's in progress. Now I'm rushing, maybe it's still time.

He immediately went out and took a donkey cart: "Go and ask the fairy hall, hurry up!"

...

The Tiankeng where the Immortal Hall is located is crowded today, and the audience is twice as many as usual.

He Lingchuan wanted to squeeze in when he came late, and he didn't even have a place to gain a foothold, which shows how popular this class is.

He had to lean against the stone pillar.

There is still a little gap here. No one wants to be next to the stone pillar in winter, and his heart is cool.

He Lingchuan also shivered.

On the way, he remembered who Xu Shichu was:

Sun Fuling's mentor, the chief of Shufei Academy, or the dean.

The white-bearded dean he imagined was only about 40 years old, with handsome eyebrows and broad eyes, and a gentle and elegant style.

He Lingchuan often goes to Wenxian Hall to attend classes, but this is the first time he has seen Xu Shichu.

The dean doesn't come often, but it's very popular. You can tell by looking at the crowded crowds in the sinkhole.

This class has been held for an hour and is about to end. The theory part has been finished. Now it is time to ask questions publicly. Someone probably asked Zhu Erniang before. After all, this is a living example of the ancient demon immortals, and he is also a neighbor + trading partner of Panlong City. Ah, although there was an unpleasant festival before.

Xu Shichu's view is similar to what Helianchen said at the time. He Lingchuan suspected that the two of them often communicated in private. Anyway, Helianchen often went to Shuxian Academy to attend classes, right?

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth declined. The once powerful demon immortals were like stranded whales. If they couldn't wait for the next tide, they could only die with hatred. There are very few ancient demon immortals who have survived to this day. Even if there are, they probably do, like Zhu Erniang, who uses a method of taking over a body to extend their lifespan, but they don't care about their cultivation.

If the spiritual energy cannot be revived, time will be their biggest enemy.

Taking over the body is risky, and many immortals disappear because of this.

Seeing that there were other people eager to try, He Lingchuan interrupted the question without waiting for Xu Shichu to finish his last few words: "Then there is no ancient thing that has survived to this day. Can you survive without shedding or taking over the body? "

His behavior was a bit rude, but Xu Shichu didn't care:

"If you can live to this world, this kind of monster must have unique advantages and can continuously obtain more spiritual energy in the current environment to maintain its needs."

Speaking of this, Xu Shichu fell into deep thought.

It is not easy to find an example in today's environment.
Chapter completed!