Hearing his reprimand, Sun Fuping hurriedly replied: "The sacrifice here has run away, so we can only use the spare magic circle outside and summon the Venerable in." What's going on out there and you're not feeling well? ”

His first choice for sacrifice was He Lingchuan and Mao Tao, but these two slipped away when they saw the opportunity, and he could only use the backup plan to use He Chunhua and others as sacrifices, and then use means to summon the invited gods to come here.

One more transfer, that's helpless.

Nian Songyu said with a straight face: "There is something wrong outside, which causes my strength to weaken. This black Jiao is reborn in a cycle, and it must not be the real body. I need you to find out what it is built on! With that, he raised his hand and drew two circles on Sun Fuping's head, sprinkling water.

A little glimmer of light leaked from his fingers, like flying flowers, like snow, finely broken, and fell all over Sun Fuping's body.

In the eyes of others, he seems to have sprinkled a lot of glitter on Sun Fuping's body, only Sun Fuping himself knows that this time it is like a spring breeze and rain, not to mention that his mind and lungs are refreshed, and even the injuries on his body are healed.

Originally, He Lingchuan set up siege ordnance and gave him two rounds of wanton bombardment, which were not something ordinary people could afford. Sun Fuping's life-saving move, coupled with Nian Songyu's hard work, barely supported it, but the injury was also very serious, and the internal injury was several times more serious than the external injury, and it was already a miracle to be able to stand.

It's just that there are still a dozen thieves standing upstairs, and he has to force his momentum.

His Holiness easily healed his injuries, which was not humanly possible, and Sun Fuping was of course even more admired.

"Your Holiness, please!"

He didn't know that the Venerable in front of him was actually very dissatisfied. The descent of the gods is an extremely dangerous process, especially before entering the skin of the inheritance, the so-called will of the gods is easily injured.

In this process, Sun Fuping did not support him from the side, and he had already committed a big taboo.

However, the number of times the gods have succeeded is only a handful, and this secret is not enough for outsiders, even if Sun Fuping turns over the classics, it is impossible to know.

Fortunately, His Holiness still needed him to settle his troubles, so he squeezed out a little extra divine power to heal his injuries.

"It is the foundation of Heijiao's existence, that is, it is something that remains unchanged from beginning to end, and it is also something that cannot be burned by this fire. By the way, it's not a big square pot either. If you can find it all the way here, you will definitely have a good experience. ”

His Holiness gave a hint, and then Sun Fuping had to find a way to complete it.

The latter nodded, and hurriedly said, "Venerable, my position as a national teacher?" ”

Nian Songyu showed a gloomy smile: "If you can get out from here, you can take advantage of your wishes." ”

The boulder in Sun Fuping's heart finally let go, and he ran into the ruins before the Gale Army attacked again.

……

His Holiness only gave a hint, and Sun Fuping pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but be moved.

"Find out the foundation of Heijiao's life", translated in layman's terms, is to find out the root of the opponent's life. However, the focus of this sentence is not just the message that "Heijiao's true body is not on the battlefield".

Sun Fuping has vision and insight, and has long seen that the reason why the black Jiao is immortal and immortal is that it hides the vital points in advance, and then uses the power of the Dafang pot to repeatedly repair the injuries.

For a monster like it, how can it die if it doesn't hit the vital point?

However, His Holiness had something to say, and he was terrified to think about it.

Sun Fuping had always believed that the black Jiao was the instrument spirit secretly born of the Dafang pot. If this is the case, what does the Venerable want him to find the "foundation of life", isn't the generous pot the foundation of Heijiao's life?

But His Holiness specifically denied this.

So, what the hell is that black jiao?

Sun Fuping ran for a while, and even stopped in the ruins for a while before a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Don't?

He reversed course and headed due north.

The ruins of the city in front of you are the real appearance of the ancient city of Panlong after the coalition forces retreated.

The previous peaceful, rich and tranquil was just a mirror.

But there is always something constant between the two.

Soon, Sun Fuping passed by the Zhong Mansion in the Gaomen Compound. This was later bought by Zhong Shengguang from the Chen family and rebuilt, and the door plaque was also replaced.

However, Sun Fuping did not stay, this was not the place he was looking for.

He went straight through the office, over the large, dry ravine, and finally found another piece of ruin—

Official residence.

At least they were the official residences of Panlong City before they were destroyed.

At this time, the official residence was also greatly changed compared to the peacetime period. But Sun Fuping quickly found his goal.

It was a house with no special features, only two rooms and a small courtyard.

There is a grave bag in the courtyard.

Sun Fuping ignored the grave bag, but turned to the two ruined rooms and rummaged through them.

Queen-size bed, dressing table, small bed......

He even opened the dark drawer of the dresser, only to find that the contents had long been charred and glued.

These should not be the life-saving things of the black Jiao.

But the place is so big, and there are so many things, is his inference wrong?

Sweat dripped from Sun Fuping's forehead.

Time is life, His Holiness is there to fight the monster of the generous pot with all his might, if he can't find the treasure that turns the tables as soon as possible, then don't say that his lofty ambitions in the future, that is, whether his own life can be saved, it's hard to say.

Sun Fuping went back and forth in the house three times.

Blinded by anxiety, he turned sharply after the third turn, and ran back to the main house.

The bed here had been burned to a rotten frame, and the walls were only half blocked, and they were blackened with smoke.

However, there is a mark on this half of the wall with a gray background.

That's the original color of the wall.

It looked as if something had been hung here to stop the fire when it broke out, so that the small piece of wall skin behind it did not blacken.

This shape......

Sun Fuping said to himself: "Knife, I remember that there is a knife hanging here." ”

That's right, this is where Zhong Shengguang lived before he became a commander, he had been here before, and found the graves of the Baling expedition members here.

And in the process of waiting for Nian Songyu, Sun Fuping also walked around this house and had some impressions of the furnishings inside.

In fact, the furniture of this official residence is so simple, there are only a few things back and forth, and it is difficult to remember.

The wall is still there, the bed is still there, but the knife hanging on the wall is gone.

The wall after the disaster shows that the knife has been present from beginning to end, in line with His Holiness's statement that "fire cannot be broken".

So it's not that his inference is wrong, it's that someone took it.

Sun Fuping stood up, squeezed out a person's name from between his teeth, and couldn't wait to tear these words apart: "He Lingchuan, little deflated calf!" ”

Sun Guoshi, who has always been calm and serious, finally couldn't help but explode.

When the four of them found here, they discussed it very much, and then they went their separate ways. Before that, there was still time to inspect the entire house, except for He Lingchuan.