By 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 own believer. Otherwise, there is no need to set up a book of heaven in the Heavenly Palace Star Picking Tower, and only a few lines can be written by the gods each time.

The conventional practice is for believers to pray sincerely with the help of utensils, call on the gods, relax their minds, and wait for the gods to turn over the cards, no, to wait for the will of the gods to project and talk to themselves.

It is best to have a quiet and sheltered environment from the wind, which can save a lot of divine power for the gods.

He Chunhua called Na Luotian in the horse circle that leaked on all sides, which was also a helpless move.

He felt that he was at the end of his rope and had to resort to the power of the gods.

However, He Lingchuan was surprisingly vigilant, and actually broke his wishful thinking again.

No matter how good He Chunhua's patience is, he can't hold back at this time. What's more, there are dangers around him, and he really can't delay any longer.

That's it.

"Chuan'er, Chuan'er!" He laughed miserably, "I've always been lucky, and I've always been reluctant to do this. But you, your kind of performance, I really ......."

He Lingchuan's various behaviors after his disappearance and return were all handing him a knife.

"Daddy, what do you mean?" He Lingchuan blinked, but secretly said in his heart, here he is, there is finally a showdown.

"Where is the big square pot, you already know it, right?" He Chunhua put away his smile and looked deeply, "If there is someone in this city who knows the location of the Dafang Pot from the beginning, it can only be you."

There was no beginning or end to these words, Qiu Hu and Zhao Qinghe were very surprised.

The Soul Mirror screamed, "He, he, he actually knows!" How did he know?"

The brain circuits of this father and son, it really can't be understood from beginning to end.

"Huh? Me?" He Lingchuan stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose, looking surprised, "Dad, are you scared stupid?"

That's right, it's me.

"You're not my son for a long time!" The kindness on He Chunhua's face was long gone, "Before you left the Panlong Ruins last time, you had already attached to Chuan'er through that broken knife, right?"

He Lingchuan Daqi: "What did you say? Who has possessed me?"

"The evil ghost in the Great Pot!" He Chunhua almost gritted his teeth, "After returning home from the Panlong Desert, Chuan'er has changed. That kind of character, that kind of behavior, how can it be my son!"

He Lingchuan laughed and said, "Dad, do you think I'm getting better, or do you think I'm getting bad?"

He Chunhua's face was blue and white for a while, with emotion and anger.

After leaving the Panlong Desert last time, the eldest son became more and more breathing, not only practicing martial arts diligently, but also making great progress in receiving people and things, and even saved his life in the big war several times!

He can even please his stepmother, and Hongchan actually smiled when she mentioned this eldest son!

He knows best what virtue his son has.

At that time, these changes slowly appeared, but He Chunhua's major events in his hands were one after another, and he was as busy as a snail, and he didn't have time to think about them. Until his eldest son was swept away by the flood, he slowly recalled for the next year and a half, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

This time, the eldest son suddenly returned with the identity of Rongshan's envoy, and his words and demeanor were no longer disguised, and even confronted him.

He Chunhua can't see it anymore, it's blind!

Not to mention that this kid seems to be very familiar with Panlong Ancient City, and he can also lead the Blackwater City army through the streets and alleys.

The wind and snow are charming, the alleys of the deserted city are surprisingly similar, and there are monsters chasing after them...... These are all serious disturbances, if he didn't know everything about this place, why didn't He Lingchuan go wrong once?

is so capable, it can't be his son He Lingchuan at all!

"You've been missing for a long time, and you suddenly came back to me, didn't you just want to enter the ruins of Panlong?" He Chunhua stared at him for a moment, "Why isn't it visible yet? Or rather—"

He pointed to the east and said, "-You want to hurry into the Dafang Pot, don't you?" Want to go back to your turf?"

The Soul Mirror exclaimed, "Oh, that's right again!"

"Daddy, you're stunned.

He Lingchuan shook his head, "I didn't want to come to the Panlong Desert this time, but you had to drag me here."

"You advance by retreating." He Chunhua said sharply, "You are Zhong Shengguang, when you were wiped out in front of us, you were simply suspended from death!" What you said is all a lie, what a large square pot is integrated with Panlong City! It's just that you want to trick us into leaving the ruins of Panlong, and you want to return to the world!"

"Daddy, you're just exculpating yourself." He Lingchuan looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were full of insight and pity, "As long as you believe that I am an evil ghost and that I am not your son, then it is natural to reward God, and I will not be empty-hearted, right?"

Since entering the ruins of Panlong, despite He Chunhua's efforts to cover up, He Lingchuan can still feel his pain and entanglement.

This cheap daddy has been swinging back and forth between the option of paying the god or not.

Now his attitude has changed sharply, and he suddenly shouted a loud scolding to He Lingchuan, which can only show that he has finally made up his mind to pray for Naluo to come down!

The word "reward god" hit the most secret corner of He Chunhua's heart without warning. He subconsciously shuddered, as if he had been whipped by a whip: "You, what did you say?"

He Lingchuan pointed to his temple and said, "In the sea of my knowledge, there is a divine seal mark of Naluotian. This is the means by which the gods mark their skins. Daddy—"

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he said word by word: "Don't say that this has nothing to do with you!"

It's finally showdown!

Since you have torn the mask of father's kindness and filial piety, then don't pretend! Open the skylight and speak brightly.

He Chunhua opened his mouth and lost his voice for a moment.

He Lingchuan's words were like a thunderbolt, making his brain buzz.

My son knew, he knew!

At this moment, countless thoughts came flooding up, including shock, unease, guilt, regret, and of course, fear.

The fear of being seen through from the inside out, a little secret, no ambition can be hidden!

But then he realized that this secret ...... It shouldn't be known to the eldest son!

He Lingchuan was able to break through the divine seal mark of Nai Luotian in one mouth, but it proved that he was not Chuan'er at all!

Yes, this thing is not Chuan'er at all, not his son.

In that case, what else does he have to worry about?

"I know why you want to go back to the Panlong Desert, why are you in a hurry to enter the Dafang Pot!" He Chunhua's spirits were lifted, and his eyes were shining, "You want to erase the mark of the gods, right? You don't want the skin you worked so hard to get to be snatched away by Narokuten, right?"

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

How did this cheap daddy use the wrong identification to deduce the correct conclusion?"

He Lingchuan is not Zhong Shengguang at all, and He Chunhua is completely wrong on this point.

But He Lingchuan's is indeed here to erase the mark!

The dementor mirror in his arms also trembled slightly with excitement: this scene of cannibalism between father and son was so interesting. It can be seen without paying for tickets, and it is worth it!

"Last time, the Panlong Illusion ate the clone of the gods summoned by Sun Fuping." The light in He Chunhua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he obviously figured it out, "You still want to draw a gourd in the same way and eat Naluotian's clone? No wonder, no wonder you want to rush back to the Panlong Desert!"

"It's a pity—" he couldn't help but laugh, "You're just one step away, and I've seen through you!"

Once this monster throws in the red light or the big square pot, he can't help it!

But now, everyone is still in the ruins, still in reality.

It is impossible for this evil ghost to resist the power of the gods!

He Lingchuan sighed: "Dad, you're really crazy! Suppose you're right—suppose—I'll throw you down and rush to the east of the city to find the big square pot, can you stop it?"

By He Chunhua's side, there was only one Zhao Qinghe.

The balance of combat power is obviously tilted towards He Lingchuan.

He Chunhua stretched out his hands and stepped back step by step, with a smug face:

"It's too late, you can't get in."

He Lingchuan

Suddenly I felt something different, and I turned my wrist and looked-

At some point, a few lines of runes were printed on his wrist, each word as small as a fly's head, and he didn't recognize a single word.

But now, the characters all shimmer with a faint glimmer.

He wiped it a few times, but no, he couldn't wipe it off.

Yes, when He Chunhua stepped on the air when he went downstairs before, He Lingchuan helped him with his hand, He Chunhua seemed to subconsciously grab his wrist, but in fact, he quietly printed the mantra.

The effect of the spell falling on the paper is like a talisman, which can save the casting time and get the magic power out as soon as possible. He Chunhua imprinted the mantra on He Lingchuan's wrist, saving himself the time to recite it word by word.

You know, it takes at least 40 breaths to recite the whole text.

This son's force has grown too fast, and it has already formed a crushing trend against him. He Chunhua was afraid that he would not have the opportunity to finish the spell in person, so he took another trick.

To put it simply, he saves on tedious summoning rituals.

"This is the divine word that summons Naluotian!" He Chunhua flipped his palm, and a small statue appeared. The statue was stained with blood, and he himself privately broke his palm and smeared it with blood. "Unlike Sun Fuping, I don't need to chant, as long as I hit the mantra on you, it will take effect on its own!"

The ritual of summoning the god of Naraku has already begun! ap.

He was desperately delaying just now, just to buy time for the spell to work!

As they got closer to their goal, the monsters chased after them harder and harder, and there was a leader who didn't know where to hide. He's going to be the first to summon Narakuten! That is his killer weapon to seize the Dafang pot and leave the ruins of the coiled dragon.

He had long seen that the dangers of this place were far beyond the power of man. Right now, only the power of the gods can help him successfully break the game!

"It's a lot of work." He Lingchuan didn't become as annoyed and angry as he expected, he just looked at him with a sad gaze, "Don't you feel a little guilty about sacrificing your own flesh and bones to the gods?"

This sentence is sincere and straightforward.

Because this is a sentence that He Lingchuan's original body has been thinking about since he knew the truth!

If you don't question it face-to-face, it will be uneasy!

Even Zhong Shengguang, who sacrificed his own daughter for Panlong City in the past, will have to endure the torture of conscience day and night after that.

What about He Chunhua, what did he think?