How do you know that the Hundred-Faced Nightmare was personally cleaned up by the red giant shadow outside the Panlong Dream, and there was nothing to do with He Lingchuan at all. When he came to chase the spellmaster, he was in a state of full health, and he was able to fight and resist.

He Lingchuan's opponent can summon a nightmare with a hundred faces, invite the Fan brothers, and lay a series of traps, which can be said to be meticulous and cautious.

If you face it with another person, it's a dead end. But He Lingchuan was able to escape.

For Zhong Sun Mou and others, this is called a wrong step, a wrong step. It's wrong.

"Although the spellmaster is likely to run away, he still has to chase after him." He Lingchuan grabbed a chair leg from the storage ring, pointed to the blood stains on it, and said, "Wenwen, where did he flee?"

"....." used it as a dog, how many times has this been? Jiao Yu didn't bother to care, and sniffed carefully, "This person chews too much cigarettes, and his blood smells of smoke."

"No, no, this is what I just took out of the fire." Is this guy reliable? "That's what I said." Jiao Yu coughed and walked around the inn, sniffing as he walked.

He Lingchuan was so anxious that he couldn't rush it.

Fortunately, Jiao Yu finally found his way: "This way." One man and one tiger rushed to the northwest.

There are fewer and fewer low-rise houses on the roadside, replaced by large mansions that occupy vast areas. The exquisite door walls and atmospheric buildings are not inferior in the night.

Finally, Jiao Yu stopped in front of a large mansion.

He Lingchuan passed by so many houses, only this one had a seal on the door.

"Wouldn't it?" Although it hurt a bit to say this, He Lingchuan couldn't help but say, "Are you sure you didn't lead the wrong way?"

This is a scorched house.

Fu Songhua's residence before he was arrested. How did the Spellmaster escape here?

The tiger sniffed vigorously twice, "That's right, the smell of blood is very strong, that's why it's leading here." "And then?"

He followed the tiger over the wall and into the chamber.

The tiger sniffed and walked in the antechamber before standing next to a clump of bamboo: "The smell is gone here."

"Here?" He Lingchuan drew his knife and slashed forward twice.

The qi on the knife shook the bamboo forest, and the birds and bats resting on the trees next to them flew in fright.

But other than that, there was no other movement.

"There's no one here." Otherwise, you can't hide the tiger with Yuan Li. He Lingchuan slowly retracted his knife: "Someone has answered him."

There are ways to wipe off the smell and eliminate the whereabouts. When he was a patrolman, he learned no less than three or four kinds.

But the spell master was wounded and fled here, and it must have been because someone answered him.

The two of them turned around the front and back of the house a few times, but found nothing new, so they had to go back.

Jiao Yu said hatefully: "No wonder Zhongsun Mou has been working for a long time, it turns out that he is sure that we can't catch anyone."

He asked He Lingchuan again, "You are plotting against him, and there is nothing wrong with him?"

"This spell master asked the nightmare to harm me, and I broke it. The spell he suffered should be not small."

"Nightmare?" Jiao Yu was surprised, "There really is such a thing, I only heard of its name before." "Nightmares hurt people, and God doesn't know it. He Lingchuan remembered something and subconsciously stood still. The tiger also stopped and waited for him: "What?"

"Nothing." He Lingchuan shook his head and continued to walk towards the inn, "I remembered a strange incident from the past. Now that I remember, maybe it's a nightmare."

He Chunhua rushed to Xiazhou to take office, and a few days before arriving in Dunyu, the head of the Li family, the head of the four major families, Old Man Li, suddenly died.

Old man Li, who can eat and sleep, and has a great body, walked in a dream, without any scars on his body. It is said that the talismans to ward off evil spirits are all there, but they have not taken effect.

In retrospect, was that a nightmare?

He Lingchuan sighed, realizing that he was not surprised at all.

Maybe I already know in my heart what that's all about. After all, as soon as Old Man Li died, the entire Dunyu was quickly controlled by the new governor of Xiazhou.

After returning to the inn, He Lingchuan covered his abdomen and said, "It's still early in the morning, I have to quickly recuperate.

"Good night." Jiao Yu shook his tail

"The other party shouldn't do it again tonight, right?" He Lingchuan closed the door, drank some water, and took medicine and applied it to the wound.

I also got a souvenir mile in my dream, and I have to go back and see it quickly.

According to the habit he has developed over the months, he must first untie the knife and place it at his side, otherwise he will panic whether he is meditating or sleeping.

However, when He Lingchuan reached out to grab the scabbard this time, he suddenly felt that the weight was wrong. When I looked down, I saw only the scabbard pinned to my waist.

The floating life is gone. Hey, where's my knife?

Inseparable for months, the presence of this knife is as natural as breathing. He Lingchuan was stunned for a few breaths before his face changed greatly.

Isn't it like a god bone that doesn't leave, and can it be automatically retrieved if it is thrown? Can you still lose this knife?

There was a sudden gurgling outside, and there was movement outside the window paper.

He Lingchuan's heart tightened, and he rushed to the window and pushed it open, but saw a starling's wings stuck on a branch, struggling desperately.

Night flights are prone to accidents.

He Lingchuan cut off the branches. The bird was free, flapped its wings and flew away. Well? Chop?

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the long knife in his hand.

This feeling is indeed still floating, but where did it just come from? As if in response to his question, the next second the floating life disappeared.

Don't?

He Lingchuan was stunned, as if he understood what was going on, and silently recited the thought of "knife coming" in his heart, and the long knife in his hand appeared again.

The grip is very snug.

He Lingchuan smiled from ear to ear: "Human and sword in one?"

In the middle of the night, why was he so polite when he suddenly gave him such a big gift?

In fact, it is an exaggeration to say that the human knife is one, and the floating knife is just taken into his body.

Ancient and medieval immortals were able to use their bodies as sheaths and nourish their magic weapons with their own true power.

It's a pity that the spirituality of the magic weapons in the later generations is getting lower and lower, and the price charged in this way is getting bigger and bigger, and the cultivators simply don't accept it, just like ordinary iron on their waists.

In this era, probably only quasi-artifacts and above can be integrated with the master.

"What's the matter, you're promoted again?" He Lingchuan stroked the blade, remembering the powerful nightmare that the Dafang pot ate tonight, "Is it because you have tonic tonight?"

Even the Red Giant Shadow was dispatched in person, and that nightmare should be a big supplement for them, right? Of course, the floating knife will not react, but after inspection, He Lingchuan found that its characteristics seem to have changed a little.

"Breaking the Army": Piercing the opponent's Yuan Force and restoring the damage it should have, but the possibility of breaking out is very slim.

Now this "very small" has become "possible".

In other words, the possibility of him playing the "Breaking Army" trait in the future has increased more than one notch.

It is worthy of his treasure knife, and there will be feedback when you feed some delicious food. Unlike the Dafang Pot, no matter how many rare treasures you eat, it is still the dead appearance of the one who ignores people.

He Lingchuan felt that he would wake up laughing in his dreams tonight!

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of the tiger demon came in: "What happened?"

It heard the sound of He Lingchuan opening the window again. This big night, why is there something going on over and over again?

"It's fine." But the tiger still scratched the door.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to let him in.

The tiger jumped directly on the couch and lay down: "Come on, I'll protect you the Dharma."

When He Lingchuan lay down, the tiger began to lick its fur. It's nocturnal, and it's supposed to be more spiritual after dark.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw that it was lying under the moonlight, and its two eyes were like lanterns.

This time the pranayama was directly into a dream, and He Lingchuan stood under the Guluo tree again.

Apparently, Panlong Dream Realm understood his needs very well.

The net pocket was stuck on the branch. In the eyes of the people of Panlong City, this pocket is a big stone, and even the naughty boy is not interested in it.

He Lingchuan took off the net pocket, only to find that Nightmare's head was half deflated again, and he was frantically shouting for help.

He asked Gu Luoshu, "You stole it?"

As soon as the words fell, the strange head was overhead

The roots of the tree fell off.

He Lingchuan laughed, it's a little late to destroy the evidence, right? After all, this Guluo tree is still young, and he can't help but steal it and be a thief.

He Lingchuan turned into a street corner where no one was around, and then he lifted the nightmare head and asked, "Answer the question obediently, otherwise I will bury you under the tree as fertilizer."

Life is in human hands, and what can it say, "You ask." "Who sent you? Name."

"I don't know..." He Lingchuan held it and walked out: "Forget it, be a tree fertilizer."

"Stop, stop, I say!" Nightmare cried out in a loud voice, "That spell master is called Cheng Yu. He has been worshipping us for many years, and when he comes across an idea, he will ask us to help."

"You are so particular that you respond to your needs?"

"That's not either, but the opponents that Cheng Yu can't handle are usually very powerful and delicious."

"What is the origin of this surname?"

"We really don't know about that." As soon as He Lingchuan's hand moved, the strange head shouted, "I'm serious. We don't pay much attention to reality."

"What about the Fan brothers?"

"What brother?" The strange head looked inexplicable, "Who?"

He Lingchuan grabbed it and made a gesture to throw it at Gu Luoshu, and the strange head shouted, "I swear, I don't recognize any Fan brothers! I've never heard of it.

That's it, He Lingchuan just asked casually.

He was also interested in the nightmare of Dafang Pot's own hands: "Why us? How many faces does your deity have?"

One hundred and twenty-seven. Our name is a nightmare with a hundred faces, but there are more than a hundred faces.

The strange head said, "Every time you awaken a consciousness, you give birth to a face."

"So how did the original 'Hundred Noodles' come about?"

"When I was in the human world, the deity was called Bai Yan, an immortal, many years ago - I can't remember exactly how long - was seriously injured and dying, because he was unwilling to die between heaven and earth, so he tried his best to escape into a dream, and settled here from then on."

"Why is it seriously injured?"

"I don't remember." "While our nightmares devour the spirit of humans or youkai, we also receive their memories. These messy memories will slowly overwrite our own original ones. After a long time, we don't even remember where we came from. It's the same with the deity, it only remembers its original name, and all the others have been forgotten.