After the fairy disappeared
Chapter 837 Showdown
Up to now, He Lingchuan already knew that because of the existence of the barrier between the two worlds, it was not easy for the gods and mortals to communicate in real time, even if the other party was his believer.Otherwise, there is no need to set up a heavenly book in the Tiangong Zhaixing Building, and only a few lines can be written by the gods at a time.
The usual practice is that believers pray devoutly with the help of utensils, call the gods, relax their minds, and wait for the gods to turn over the cards. No, they wait for the will of the gods to project and talk to themselves.
It is best to keep the surrounding environment quiet and sheltered from the wind, which can save the gods a lot of power.
It was also a helpless move for He Chunhua to call Na Luotian in the windy horse pen.
He felt that he was at the end of the road and had to rely on the power of the gods.
However, He Lingchuan was surprisingly vigilant and broke his wishful thinking once again.
No matter how patient He Chunhua was, he couldn't hold back at this time.What's more, with the dangers around, he really couldn't delay it any longer.
That's it.
"Chuan'er, Chuan'er!" He laughed miserably, "I've always been lucky, and I've always been unwilling to do this. But you, your performance, I really..."
He Lingchuan's various behaviors after returning from his disappearance are all giving him a knife.
"Father, what do you mean?" He Lingchuan blinked, but secretly said in his heart, here we come, the showdown is finally coming.
"Where is the Dafang pot? Actually, you already know it, right?" He Chunhua put away his smile and focused his gaze, "If anyone in this city knew the location of the Dafang pot from the very beginning, it could only be you."
Qiu Hu and Zhao Qinghe were very surprised by these words without beginning or end.
The soul-absorbing mirror screamed: "He, he, he, he knows! How did he know?"
It really doesn't understand the brain circuit of the father and son from beginning to end.
"Huh? Me?" He Lingchuan pointed to his nose with a surprised expression, "Daddy, are you scared?"
That's right, it's me.
"You are not my son for a long time!" The kindness on He Chunhua's face has long since disappeared, "Before you left the Panlong ruins last time, you have already attached to Chuan'er through that broken knife, right?"
He Lingchuan was curious: "What did you say? Who has possessed me?"
"The evil spirit in the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua almost gritted his teeth, "Since returning home from the Panlong Desert, Chuan'er has changed. How could he be my son with that personality and behavior!"
He Lingchuan couldn't help but laugh: "Father, do you think I'm getting better, or do you think I'm getting worse?"
He Chunhua's face turned green and pale for a while, with emotion and anger.
After leaving the Panlong Desert last time, the eldest son became more energetic. He not only practiced martial arts diligently, but also made great progress in dealing with people and things. He even saved his life in battles several times!
He was even able to please his stepmother, when Hongchan mentioned the eldest son, he actually smiled!
He himself knows best what his son's virtue is.
At that time, these changes appeared slowly, but He Chunhua was so busy with major events one after another, that he didn't have time to think about them.Until the eldest son was washed away by the flood, he slowly recalled it in the next year and a half, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
This trip, the eldest son suddenly returned with the identity of Rongshan special envoy, and he no longer concealed his speech and behavior, and even confronted him tit for tat.
If he, He Chunhua, couldn't see it, he would be blind!
Not to mention that this kid seems to be very familiar with the ancient city of Panlong, and he can lead the Heishuicheng army through the streets and alleys.
The wind and snow are alluring, the alleyways of the deserted city are surprisingly similar, and there are monsters chasing after them... These are all serious disturbances. If He Lingchuan didn't know this place well, why didn't He Lingchuan make a mistake every time?
It is impossible for him to be his son He Lingchuan who is so capable!
"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 don't you show your body? Or—"
He pointed to the east with his other hand and said: "—You want to enter the Dafang pot quickly, right? Want to go back to your territory?"
The soul-absorbing mirror exclaimed: "Oh, you are right again!"
"Father, you are stunned." He Lingchuan shook his head, "I didn't want to come to the Panlong Desert, but you insisted on dragging me here."
"You are advancing by retreating." He Chunhua sternly said, "You are Zhong Shengguang. Back then you were wiped out in front of us, and you were simply suspended animation! What you said was all lies, what kind of Dafang pot was integrated with Panlong City! You want to trick us into leaving the Panlong ruins, you just want to return to the human world!"
"Father, you are just trying to excuse yourself." He Lingchuan looked down at him, his eyes full of insight and pity, "As long as you believe that I am an evil spirit and that I am not your son, then rewarding the gods is a matter of course, and there is no need to pay the gods." Guilty, isn't it?"
Since entering the Panlong ruins, although He Chunhua tried his best to cover up, He Lingchuan could still feel his pain and entanglement.
This cheap dad has been oscillating back and forth between the options of whether to pay God or not.
Now his attitude has changed drastically, and he suddenly blamed He Lingchuan loudly, which can only show that he has finally made up his mind to pray for Naluotian to come!
The word "Reward God" hit the most secret corner of He Chunhua's heart without warning.He shuddered subconsciously, as if being hit by a whip: "You, what did you say?"
Pointing to his temple, He Lingchuan said: "In my sea of consciousness, there is a mark of Narakuten's divine seal. This is the method used by the gods to mark the skin. Father——"
There was a cold light in his eyes, and he said every word: "Don't say that this has nothing to do with you!"
It's finally showdown time!
Now that you have torn off the mask of fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety, then stop pretending!Open the sunroof and speak plainly.
He Chunhua opened his mouth and lost his voice for a moment.
He Lingchuan's words were like a thunderbolt, which made his brain buzz.
The son knows, actually knows!
At this moment, countless thoughts flooded up, including shock, uneasiness, guilt, regret, and of course fear.
Being seen through from the inside to the outside, the fear that can't hide even a little secret or ambition!
But he immediately realized that this kind of secret... shouldn't be known by the eldest son at all!
He Lingchuan's ability to break through Narakutian's divine seal in one go proves that he is 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 the Panlong Desert, why you are so anxious to enter the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua cheered up, his eyes glistened, "You want to get rid of the mark of the gods, don't you? You don't want to go through all kinds of hardships The skin bag I got was snatched away by Na Luotian, right?"
He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
How did this cheap old man use the wrong identification to deduce the correct conclusion? "
He Lingchuan was not Zhong Shengguang at all, and He Chunhua was completely wrong on this point.
But He Lingchuan really came here to get rid of the mark!
The soul-destroying mirror in his arms also trembled slightly with excitement: This scene of father and son fighting each other is really interesting.It can be seen without paying for tickets, it is worth it!
"Last time, Panlong Illusion ate the god's avatar summoned by Sun Fuping." The light in He Chunhua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he obviously understood, "You still want to do the same thing and eat Naluotian's avatar as well." No wonder, no wonder you want to rush back to Panlong Desert!"
"It's a pity—" he couldn't help laughing out loud, "It's only a short shot, but I still caught you!"
Once this monster is thrown into the red light or the generous pot, he can't do anything to it!
But now, everyone is still in the ruins of Panlong, still in reality.
It is impossible for this evil spirit to resist the power of the gods!
He Lingchuan sighed: "Father, you are really crazy! Assuming you are right——assuming—I abandon you and rush to the east of the city to find the Dafang pot, can you stop me?"
Beside He Chunhua, there was only Zhao Qinghe.
The balance of combat power was obviously tilted unnecessarily towards He Lingchuan.
However, He Chunhua spread his hands and stepped back step by step, with no concealed 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——
A few lines of runes were imprinted on his wrist at some point, each character was as small as a teeny head, and he couldn't recognize a single character.
But now, these characters are shining faintly.
He wiped it hard a few times, no, it couldn't be wiped off.
That's right, when He Chunhua stepped on the ground when he went downstairs, He Lingchuan gave him a hand. He Chunhua seemed to subconsciously grab his wrist, but in fact he secretly imprinted the mantra on it.
The function of the mantra falling on the paper is like a talisman, which can save the time of casting the spell and release the supernatural power as soon as possible.He Chunhua printed the mantra on He Lingchuan's wrist, saving himself the time to recite it word by word to take effect.
You know, it takes at least forty breaths to recite the whole article.
This son's force has grown too fast, and he has already formed a tendency to crush himself.He Chunhua was afraid that he would not have the chance to finish reciting the spell face to face, so he made another trick.
To put it simply, he saved the cumbersome summoning ceremony.
"This is the divine language to summon Naluotian!" He Chunhua flipped his palms, and a small statue appeared.The statue was stained with blood, he had cut his palm privately and smeared blood on it. "Different from the one used by Sun Fuping, I don't need to recite it, as long as I cast the mantra on you, it will take effect by itself!"
The ceremony to summon Naraku to descend has already begun!
Just now he was procrastinating desperately, just to buy time for the spell to take effect!
The target is getting closer and closer, but the monster is chasing more and more fiercely, and there is a leader hiding somewhere.He wants to be the first to summon Naluotian down!That was his trump card for capturing the Dafang Pot and leaving the ruins of Panlong.
He has long seen that the dangers in this place are far beyond human control.Right now, only the power of the gods can help him break through the situation successfully!
"It's really painstaking." He Lingchuan didn't become ashamed and angry as he expected, but just looked at him with mournful eyes, "Don't you feel guilty at all for offering your own flesh and blood to the gods?"
This sentence is sincere and straightforward.
Because this is what He Lingchuan Yuanshen has been thinking about ever since he learned the truth!
If you don't question it face to face, it will be hard to calm down!
Even Zhong Shengguang, who sacrificed his own daughter for Panlong City in the past, has to endure the torture of conscience day and night.
What about He Chunhua, what does he think?
The usual practice is that believers pray devoutly with the help of utensils, call the gods, relax their minds, and wait for the gods to turn over the cards. No, they wait for the will of the gods to project and talk to themselves.
It is best to keep the surrounding environment quiet and sheltered from the wind, which can save the gods a lot of power.
It was also a helpless move for He Chunhua to call Na Luotian in the windy horse pen.
He felt that he was at the end of the road and had to rely on the power of the gods.
However, He Lingchuan was surprisingly vigilant and broke his wishful thinking once again.
No matter how patient He Chunhua was, he couldn't hold back at this time.What's more, with the dangers around, he really couldn't delay it any longer.
That's it.
"Chuan'er, Chuan'er!" He laughed miserably, "I've always been lucky, and I've always been unwilling to do this. But you, your performance, I really..."
He Lingchuan's various behaviors after returning from his disappearance are all giving him a knife.
"Father, what do you mean?" He Lingchuan blinked, but secretly said in his heart, here we come, the showdown is finally coming.
"Where is the Dafang pot? Actually, you already know it, right?" He Chunhua put away his smile and focused his gaze, "If anyone in this city knew the location of the Dafang pot from the very beginning, it could only be you."
Qiu Hu and Zhao Qinghe were very surprised by these words without beginning or end.
The soul-absorbing mirror screamed: "He, he, he, he knows! How did he know?"
It really doesn't understand the brain circuit of the father and son from beginning to end.
"Huh? Me?" He Lingchuan pointed to his nose with a surprised expression, "Daddy, are you scared?"
That's right, it's me.
"You are not my son for a long time!" The kindness on He Chunhua's face has long since disappeared, "Before you left the Panlong ruins last time, you have already attached to Chuan'er through that broken knife, right?"
He Lingchuan was curious: "What did you say? Who has possessed me?"
"The evil spirit in the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua almost gritted his teeth, "Since returning home from the Panlong Desert, Chuan'er has changed. How could he be my son with that personality and behavior!"
He Lingchuan couldn't help but laugh: "Father, do you think I'm getting better, or do you think I'm getting worse?"
He Chunhua's face turned green and pale for a while, with emotion and anger.
After leaving the Panlong Desert last time, the eldest son became more energetic. He not only practiced martial arts diligently, but also made great progress in dealing with people and things. He even saved his life in battles several times!
He was even able to please his stepmother, when Hongchan mentioned the eldest son, he actually smiled!
He himself knows best what his son's virtue is.
At that time, these changes appeared slowly, but He Chunhua was so busy with major events one after another, that he didn't have time to think about them.Until the eldest son was washed away by the flood, he slowly recalled it in the next year and a half, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
This trip, the eldest son suddenly returned with the identity of Rongshan special envoy, and he no longer concealed his speech and behavior, and even confronted him tit for tat.
If he, He Chunhua, couldn't see it, he would be blind!
Not to mention that this kid seems to be very familiar with the ancient city of Panlong, and he can lead the Heishuicheng army through the streets and alleys.
The wind and snow are alluring, the alleyways of the deserted city are surprisingly similar, and there are monsters chasing after them... These are all serious disturbances. If He Lingchuan didn't know this place well, why didn't He Lingchuan make a mistake every time?
It is impossible for him to be his son He Lingchuan who is so capable!
"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 don't you show your body? Or—"
He pointed to the east with his other hand and said: "—You want to enter the Dafang pot quickly, right? Want to go back to your territory?"
The soul-absorbing mirror exclaimed: "Oh, you are right again!"
"Father, you are stunned." He Lingchuan shook his head, "I didn't want to come to the Panlong Desert, but you insisted on dragging me here."
"You are advancing by retreating." He Chunhua sternly said, "You are Zhong Shengguang. Back then you were wiped out in front of us, and you were simply suspended animation! What you said was all lies, what kind of Dafang pot was integrated with Panlong City! You want to trick us into leaving the Panlong ruins, you just want to return to the human world!"
"Father, you are just trying to excuse yourself." He Lingchuan looked down at him, his eyes full of insight and pity, "As long as you believe that I am an evil spirit and that I am not your son, then rewarding the gods is a matter of course, and there is no need to pay the gods." Guilty, isn't it?"
Since entering the Panlong ruins, although He Chunhua tried his best to cover up, He Lingchuan could still feel his pain and entanglement.
This cheap dad has been oscillating back and forth between the options of whether to pay God or not.
Now his attitude has changed drastically, and he suddenly blamed He Lingchuan loudly, which can only show that he has finally made up his mind to pray for Naluotian to come!
The word "Reward God" hit the most secret corner of He Chunhua's heart without warning.He shuddered subconsciously, as if being hit by a whip: "You, what did you say?"
Pointing to his temple, He Lingchuan said: "In my sea of consciousness, there is a mark of Narakuten's divine seal. This is the method used by the gods to mark the skin. Father——"
There was a cold light in his eyes, and he said every word: "Don't say that this has nothing to do with you!"
It's finally showdown time!
Now that you have torn off the mask of fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety, then stop pretending!Open the sunroof and speak plainly.
He Chunhua opened his mouth and lost his voice for a moment.
He Lingchuan's words were like a thunderbolt, which made his brain buzz.
The son knows, actually knows!
At this moment, countless thoughts flooded up, including shock, uneasiness, guilt, regret, and of course fear.
Being seen through from the inside to the outside, the fear that can't hide even a little secret or ambition!
But he immediately realized that this kind of secret... shouldn't be known by the eldest son at all!
He Lingchuan's ability to break through Narakutian's divine seal in one go proves that he is 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 the Panlong Desert, why you are so anxious to enter the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua cheered up, his eyes glistened, "You want to get rid of the mark of the gods, don't you? You don't want to go through all kinds of hardships The skin bag I got was snatched away by Na Luotian, right?"
He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
How did this cheap old man use the wrong identification to deduce the correct conclusion? "
He Lingchuan was not Zhong Shengguang at all, and He Chunhua was completely wrong on this point.
But He Lingchuan really came here to get rid of the mark!
The soul-destroying mirror in his arms also trembled slightly with excitement: This scene of father and son fighting each other is really interesting.It can be seen without paying for tickets, it is worth it!
"Last time, Panlong Illusion ate the god's avatar summoned by Sun Fuping." The light in He Chunhua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he obviously understood, "You still want to do the same thing and eat Naluotian's avatar as well." No wonder, no wonder you want to rush back to Panlong Desert!"
"It's a pity—" he couldn't help laughing out loud, "It's only a short shot, but I still caught you!"
Once this monster is thrown into the red light or the generous pot, he can't do anything to it!
But now, everyone is still in the ruins of Panlong, still in reality.
It is impossible for this evil spirit to resist the power of the gods!
He Lingchuan sighed: "Father, you are really crazy! Assuming you are right——assuming—I abandon you and rush to the east of the city to find the Dafang pot, can you stop me?"
Beside He Chunhua, there was only Zhao Qinghe.
The balance of combat power was obviously tilted unnecessarily towards He Lingchuan.
However, He Chunhua spread his hands and stepped back step by step, with no concealed 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——
A few lines of runes were imprinted on his wrist at some point, each character was as small as a teeny head, and he couldn't recognize a single character.
But now, these characters are shining faintly.
He wiped it hard a few times, no, it couldn't be wiped off.
That's right, when He Chunhua stepped on the ground when he went downstairs, He Lingchuan gave him a hand. He Chunhua seemed to subconsciously grab his wrist, but in fact he secretly imprinted the mantra on it.
The function of the mantra falling on the paper is like a talisman, which can save the time of casting the spell and release the supernatural power as soon as possible.He Chunhua printed the mantra on He Lingchuan's wrist, saving himself the time to recite it word by word to take effect.
You know, it takes at least forty breaths to recite the whole article.
This son's force has grown too fast, and he has already formed a tendency to crush himself.He Chunhua was afraid that he would not have the chance to finish reciting the spell face to face, so he made another trick.
To put it simply, he saved the cumbersome summoning ceremony.
"This is the divine language to summon Naluotian!" He Chunhua flipped his palms, and a small statue appeared.The statue was stained with blood, he had cut his palm privately and smeared blood on it. "Different from the one used by Sun Fuping, I don't need to recite it, as long as I cast the mantra on you, it will take effect by itself!"
The ceremony to summon Naraku to descend has already begun!
Just now he was procrastinating desperately, just to buy time for the spell to take effect!
The target is getting closer and closer, but the monster is chasing more and more fiercely, and there is a leader hiding somewhere.He wants to be the first to summon Naluotian down!That was his trump card for capturing the Dafang Pot and leaving the ruins of Panlong.
He has long seen that the dangers in this place are far beyond human control.Right now, only the power of the gods can help him break through the situation successfully!
"It's really painstaking." He Lingchuan didn't become ashamed and angry as he expected, but just looked at him with mournful eyes, "Don't you feel guilty at all for offering your own flesh and blood to the gods?"
This sentence is sincere and straightforward.
Because this is what He Lingchuan Yuanshen has been thinking about ever since he learned the truth!
If you don't question it face to face, it will be hard to calm down!
Even Zhong Shengguang, who sacrificed his own daughter for Panlong City in the past, has to endure the torture of conscience day and night.
What about He Chunhua, what does he think?
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