It was not an ordinary tree branch, but a torture dragon pillar made of tree branches, divine bones, etc. A few months ago, He Lingchuan lacked materials in his hands and could only make a finished product.

But the Torture Dragon Pillar is the Torture Dragon Pillar, as long as it has the function of absorbing demonic energy, it is genuine. Now inside the transparent glass in the middle of the wooden pipe, there is some red liquid, sometimes flowing, sometimes turning into red mist.

After Li Qingge's men returned from the Wange Swamp, they returned the Torture Dragon Pillar to He Lingchuan. Because the cicada plague had indeed caused the destruction of the Wango swamp and the forest, the Dragon Pillar had also collected some of the demonic energy, not only from humans, but also from other dead creatures.

No one knows the specific units, but it seems that there are quite a few.

"No matter what it looks like, it is also a torture dragon pillar, it can also be used, and it will not be tracked down by Lingxu City." He Lingchuan clenched his fists and saluted him,

"I've seen the god of liberation!" The old temple attendant snorted, his eyes turned on the two of them, and then stopped on He Lingchuan: "What do you want?" I don't think you're a godly congregation. "How can a godly congregation still wear a mask?

"Ask for advice." He Lingchuan pointed to the woodpipe,

"This torture dragon pillar is the reward." He was very particular about what he said, saying that the torture dragon pillar was a reward rather than a thank-you gift.

Remuneration is billable and quantifiable. This also means that if Shi Nantian's answer is not satisfactory to him, the torture dragon pillar will not be so easy to get his hands on.

The old man's face had drooped, so no matter how he laughed, he seemed to be smiling and not smiling: "You are not small to bargain with the gods." Dong Rui helped in a timely manner: "There are still eleven temples on this island, if you refuse to answer, we can ask other gods to ask." ”

"Them?" The old temple attendant said twice, looking very disdainful, but in the end he nodded,

"Just ask." This god of relief once appeared in the world of the coiling dragon. He Lingchuan entered the Panlong World for the last time before launching Operation Xushan, and the God of Liberation used a borrowed skin to break into Panlong City and warn Mitian.

At that time, He Lingchuan also wanted to take the opportunity to ask him a few questions, but the god of relief refused to let him prostitute in vain, and only revealed the address of his temple.

If a mortal wants to turn to the gods for help, can't he express his sincerity properly? In a word: to make an offering.

The initial impression that this god of relief gave He Lingchuan was not as cold as other gods, but rather biased towards human snobbery.

He Lingchuan speculated that this was probably related to its status in the divine realm. It calls itself a small god and a wild god, so it is not qualified to be arrogant in front of such a great power as Mitian.

And it also revealed its desire for the Torture Dragon Pillar and demonic qi at that time, so He Lingchuan knew that this was the best reward, and it should be difficult to refuse.

With the Dragon Pillar, it can send its own followers to collect demonic energy on the battlefield. This is equivalent to digging the corners of the sky and opening a small stove for yourself.

Regarding the matter of sending out the torture dragon pillar, He Lingchuan had no psychological burden. Originally, the demonic energy in the world would also be sucked away by Tianluo, so what's the big deal if the Torture Dragon Pillar intercepts a little?

He Lingchuan sorted out his thoughts: "I see that you just came straight to me, why?" "Don't say it's the wrong person, the gods won't get dizzy.

The old temple attendant smiled: "You are a good skin, it is difficult for the gods not to notice." "To put it bluntly, I can't help it.

Despite the mask, it saw at a glance the value of this mortal. From He Lingchuan took out the Torture Dragon Pillar and talked about the demonic qi again, he understood that this little guy had already come into contact with the core secrets of the two worlds, so there was no need to hide it too much.

He Lingchuan still remembered that when Sun Fuping and Sun Guoshi asked God in the ruins of Panlong, the prepared skin was Nian Songyu.

As a result, the god clone who was invited down did not directly look for Nian Songyu, but gave priority to He Lingchuan, but was popped up by the divine seal mark in his sea of knowledge.

"What makes a good skin, and how did it come about?"

"Mortals are usually unable to withstand even one percent of our strength, and are not qualified to be skins. However, there are exceptions to everything, and some people's bodies can bear four or five percent of the strength, so they are qualified as skins; It can accept 10%, which is excellent. ”

"Ten percent?" He Lingchuan was a little surprised,

"That's how good it is?"

"You humans—" The tone of relief could not hide arrogance and contempt,

"The body under this aura condition is fragile. The gods use your skins like a tissue paper cloak that can be broken and shattered if you are not careful. He Lingchuan thought of Lu Shishi, the skin of the Hundred Battles God.

When the possessed god left, she was indeed shattered like a paper figure. The metaphor of relief is indeed very vivid.

But it also adds, "There are the best among you who can bring out two-tenths or three-tenths of the power of the gods. But that's one in a million, one in a million, even Bega is hard to find. What's more—" It paused: "The power of each god is different, and the requirements for skins are not the same for each god, and not a skin is universal for all gods. ”

"At most, it's only two or three out of ten?"

"Only?" Laugh heartily at relief,

"The power of the gods is beyond the imagination of you lowly beings. Even if we only take out two or three tenths of our strength, it will be enough to sweep away thousands of troops! "Thousands of troops?

Bragging. But He Lingchuan will not argue with it on this kind of issue, it says yes.

"The skin is so fragile, how many times can it be used?"

"It depends on whether the battle is fierce or not, and whether the gods love it or not." The old temple attendant stroked his white beard,

"Use it with care, three or four times." Three or four times? However, Lu Shishi was possessed by the god of a hundred battles and died in less than an hour.

Although the battle with the spider fairy was fierce at that time, the lack of love for Baizhan Tian was also the main reason, right?

"After using it, is it possible to be undamaged?"

"Hardly possible." The old temple attendant shook his head,

"Even if the skin is not injured in battle, the divine descent itself will cause damage. The skin's consciousness and body will be damaged, and it will have to rest for a long time before it can welcome the gods again. He Lingchuan let out a long sigh: "Are you sure?" ”

"It's common sense, what's not sure?"

"I see." He Lingchuan nodded, it turned out that common sense was wrong. He had not seen many gods, and the biggest counterexample was the Red General.

Zhong Shengguang sacrificed his daughter to Mitian, and He Lingchuan was basically sure that General Hong was Mitian's skin.

But General Red has always been alive and well, not like a damaged one. Perhaps, the wound is in the dark, and people don't know?

He Lingchuan shook his head secretly, this is not very likely. General Hong's military affairs were heavy, and if his body was damaged, he would have been dragged down long ago.

She still has the leisure to go to the martial arts hall to guide the players, no matter how she looks at it, she doesn't look like a dilapidated person.