He Lingchuan smiled, and a shallow red light slowly glowed around his body.

"Yuan Li?" Zhu Erniang was even more surprised,

"How can you have Yuan Force now!" It knew that this guy was actually a kite, but even if he had an official position in the country, he was now far away from the kite country, how could he stimulate such a strong yuan force?

"yes, I'm surprised too, and I don't understand why." After retrieving the artifact from the Ruined Mountain, he found that he could actually use the Yuan Force, and he was still the most familiar with it—the Yuan Force of the Gale Army!

How much can be used in Panlong City, how much can be used in reality. The shock and ecstasy of that moment are truly indescribable.

It seems that a little doubt is solved, but more mysteries arise. For example, the real Panlong City has been destroyed, and what he experienced in the world of Dafang Hu, should be the past history of Panlong City.

But how could the history of nothingness give him the true Yuan Force? He Lingchuan couldn't figure it out. But in any case, he was able to bring the Yuan Force of Panlong City to the reality and use it, which must be a new function opened by the re-integrity of the Dafang Pot.

For him, this means a major increase in combat power and an expansion of combat energy levels. In Bega, in Lingxu City, he had already suffered enough without Yuan Force.

High risk brings high returns, and he regained the lid for Dafang Pot, and he really got a good reward. But for these reasons, he naturally couldn't tell Zhu Erniang.

Fortunately, the giant demon didn't ask. If it lives for so long, it will know that everyone has little secrets that cannot be told.

He Lingchuan asked again: "What about King Sven?" The boar demon also left a deep impression on him, and let him go, so that he could be named a general.

Zhu Erniang didn't have anything good to say about King Qiwen, he sneered: "The stupid pig refuses to move the nest, so let's wait for death in the devil's nest." ”…… Xunyang Sandbank, at the confluence of the Xunyang River and another large river.

During the dry season, here is a vast sandbar plain; Once the flood season begins, the water level rises rapidly and the sandbar is replaced by the river, turning it into a dotted island with boats to and from the islands.

The sandbar is now covered with snow and ice, and when the water level is at its lowest, the islands are within walking distance without the need for a boat.

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui walked through one small island after another. Just the two of them, Sister Zhu Erniang stayed in the nest to concoct spider shells and did not follow.

"Lei Gong Island has arrived, go ashore!" Lei Gong Island is one of the main islands of Xunyang Sandbank, and it is not different from the other small islands they have passed through before, except that it is larger in size and has more inhabitants.

Leaving the pier and walking towards the island, the road does not follow a horizontal and vertical path, like a python winding through the jungle. The buildings on the roadside are all kinds of strange materials and shapes, such as stone, wood, brick, mussel shells, calamus, large-leaved palm, and even the skins of unknown animals.

Dong Rui also introduced to He Lingchuan that a kind of pulp is produced locally, and it is best to use it as a building adhesive.

The specialties of Xunyang Sandbank are also lacquer and wood lacquerware, which are sold in neighboring countries. Walking through two markets successively, He Lingchuan also opened his eyes, everything is sold here, from insects to human beings, food and play, and there are people who don't know what to do at all, all crowded into a small market to sell, it is really dazzling.

He Lingchuan handed Dong Rui a mask. This was given by Fang Canran, which could isolate the prying eyes of others.

After both of them put on their masks, Dong Rui led him to take a shortcut and get into the path behind the market. The alleys here twist and turn, sometimes even passing through other people's homes, and the family is sitting at a low table eating, but they are oblivious to the two people passing by.

In the end, Dong Rui took him into a big house with red bricks and black tiles. It is also the largest building in the vicinity.

"Here we are." He Lingchuan was still a little confused: "This is?" ”

"yes, this is it." Dong Rui grinned rarely,

"We went through the back door. If you enter from the main gate, you can see the plaque of Lei Gong Temple. "There are many temples on Lei Gong Island, at least twelve or thirteen, of which Lei Gong Temple is the largest temple on the island, covering an area of two hectares.

He Lingchuan didn't even reach the front hall before he could smell the strong smell of incense, and he could hear at least seven or eight believers muttering prayers.

The temple attendants here are all dressed in orange, and their hair is almost shaved, leaving only a lock in the middle of their heads, like a cockscomb, which is particularly conspicuous from a distance.

That's what I want. Dong Rui found an old temple attendant with his eyes half-closed, talked a few words in a low voice, and then stuffed a silver ingot.

The old temple attendant looked at the two of them, nodded, and led them to a quiet room in the rear. There is only one shrine, a tribute table, and two kneeling stools in the ashram.

"What about the sacrifices?" He Lingchuan handed a wooden pipe to the old temple attendant, who took it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time, and closed the door with his backhand.

He reached out a second time. Dong Rui touched He Lingchuan with his elbow, and the latter took out two ingots of silver and handed them to the old man.

The wooden pipes are for the gods, and the silver taels are for the temple attendants. When the candle on the tribute table went straight up, he took out seven sticks of incense and lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, and said to He Lingchuan and the two at the same time: "The incense can't be broken." Then he knelt down and muttered prayer in a gesture of devotion.

The old guy was chanting at a very small volume at first, and it sounded out of breath. But after a while, the sound gradually strengthened and became coherent, and Jia Lingchuan even heard an echo in this small quiet room.

In other words, the aftersound of the bird, it sounds as if there are several people, more than a dozen people chanting together. At the same time, the lit smoke condensed above the shrine, turning into a black and gray cloud.

Under the gaze of the two onlookers, the gray mist drifted towards the old temple attendants. The two of them saw it for a moment, but when they saw that the fog was halfway through, they suddenly turned their heads, and actually turned towards He Lingchuan!

Dong Rui was slightly startled, and the floating knife in He Lingchuan's hand appeared, and he was uncertain at all. Perhaps it was blocked by the floating sharp energy, or perhaps it was because of the power of this knife to cut through the incorporeal things, and the fog stopped, standing still in mid-air for a while.

Then, it drifted the same way to the old temple attendant. He Lingchuan saw its reluctance from this action.

The mist penetrated into the mouth and nose of the temple attendant, and the candle on the tribute table suddenly burst into a sparkle and snorted. The old temple attendant woke up like a dream.

The old man's eyelids were drooping, and his eyes were almost open and closed, but now he showed a little light, and he looked bright.

The facial features have not changed, and the old state of Long Zhong has not changed, but his demeanor and temperament are like a different person. Or rather, replaced with ...... God?

The woodpipe had already been held in He Lingchuan's hand and shook at him. The old man looked at the woodpole carefully, and was a little surprised: "How can the Torture Dragon Pillar look like this?" ”