Taking advantage of the fact that the surrounding enemies were forced back by a few corpse puppets, He Jing turned around and ran to the grave. After so many people sharpened the axe and chiseled, the armor of the red general had been loosened, and he dragged it again, maybe it would be done.

He hasn't forgotten his first priority, which is still a generous pot!

Sure enough, the Red General's handarmor had already fallen.

The tomb was very dark, He Jing had to look at it, and his pupils shrank sharply in the next second.

Empty?

Empty!

The armor remained in its original grip, but there was nothing in it except a little ice ballast.

What about the big square pot?

What about the much-anticipated pot?

Everyone had clearly seen it before, and the big square pot was here......

Before the thought was finished, He Jing suddenly caught a glimpse of a glimmer of light in the corner of his eyes.

The light, like the frost on the ground he saw through the crack in the door when he was a child, was inconspicuous but cold.

It falls on the neck and is also as cold as frost.

He Jing secretly said badly, and his body suddenly lost his strength.

His last thought was regret.

Now that he has made up his mind to retreat and release the corpse puppet, why do he have to come back to grab the pot?

Isn't there a bit of luck and thinking about trying it again?

Greed, greed that shouldn't be there!

It's too late to regret.

Others saw that there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the tomb. The Du Yun envoy's movements stopped.

Bao Guanjie happened to rush over and was about to swing the knife, but saw a thin blood line appear on the back of He Jing's neck-

Someone actually attacked him from the front, slashing his neck with just one blow, and still cutting off his neck bones together, so fast that the blood didn't even have time to gush!

The most terrifying thing is that this time it came silently, like the wind blowing the sycamore, and it didn't show any murderous aura in advance.

Bao Guanjie still vaguely felt as if something had jumped behind the tomb.

Then the head of the Heavenly Palace Duyun Envoy fell to the ground, and the blood from his neck spurted three feet away!

Several people around were splattered with blood.

The corpse golems in the frenzy, the red light in their eyes disappeared, and they fell to the ground in one fell - the manipulator was dead, and they could not move.

Someone in the rear shouted: "He Jing is dead!" The Baling people killed the Heavenly Palace Duyun Envoy! ”

A roar full of air was heard several miles away.

Bao Guanjie was furious: "Who, who is talking nonsense!" ”

He turned his head to look for it, but could not find the caller.

Le Zhengqing ran to the side of the tomb and stretched out his knife to pick up the red general's hand armor.

He Jing's lesson from the past, no one dares to stick his head out to look at it anymore.

"Empty!"

The Red General's handarmor was empty, and the large square pot was missing.

Obviously, the person who killed He Jing also took the Dafang pot!

Everyone's eyes focused on Bao Guanjie.

As everyone saw with their own eyes, Bao Guanjie rushed behind He Jing, and then the head of this Du Yun envoy fell off, and the big square pot was gone.

If it's not him, who else could it be?

Bao Guanjie's eyes were red, and he roared irritably: "It has nothing to do with me, Du Yunzhi didn't kill him!" ”

Someone assassinated He Jing in front of him, and he was also accused of murder and treasure theft? How can it be so ridiculous!

At this time, the roar of the earth-shattering beast came, and it was very close.

The King of the Beasts is here.

Everyone looked at each other a few times, shouted, turned around and ran!

The team as strong as the Heavenly Palace was tossed by the King of Beasts, can they beat this big monster?

Besides, the big square pot is gone, why are they still staying here, are they going to die?

Run! Everyone ran without looking back.

When the teams ran more than 100 zhang, the movement in the rear became smaller and smaller.

Bao Guanjie stopped and took a few breaths, and his subordinates couldn't help but ask him: "My lord, ...... that Duyun envoy and Dafang pot?" ”

"I didn't kill it! I didn't take it! Bao Guanjie roared, "You don't believe me either? ”

As soon as the words fell, a red light suddenly flashed in front of him.

Everyone in the Coiling Dragon Secret Realm found that every ground, every building, every city wall, and every pond was glowing with a thin layer of red light.

Then the red light faded quickly, like an entire carpet being dragged away from behind.

Everyone hurried a few steps, but they couldn't catch up with the speed at which the red light faded, and they could only watch it shrink towards the central and southern parts of Panlong City.

There, is the location of the Yaten Temple.

Finally, the red light turned into a pillar of light and rose into the sky.

This time, the pillar of light lasted only two or three breaths before dissipating.

People looked at each other.

There are so many strange things in the secret realm that no one is sure which one this is.

Bao Guanjie casually pressed the earthen wall beside him, and the sound of the clods rolling down came far away in the quiet night.

"Listen, the roar of the beast is gone."

The roar of the beasts used to fill the entire secret realm, but now the city was quiet, there was no roar of beasts, and there was no sound of footsteps.

Only the wind whined.

Bao Guanjie led his men to turn a few alleys and came to a vacant lot.

"Huh?" Everyone immediately felt that something was wrong, "What about the corpse?" ”

A quarter of an hour ago, there had been a scuffle in the clearing, with both beasts and humans killed and wounded.

However, the ground in front of him was clean, only a little rubble, not to mention the dead body, and there was no blood stain.

Seeing this, Bao Guanjie finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped: "We have left the secret realm!" ”

"Huh?" No one else reacted.

"The red light of Fang Cai is the disappearance of the secret realm." Bao Guanjie was not without melancholy, "Someone must have gotten the Dafang pot and broken the secret realm!" ”

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw that the thick clouds did not know when to disperse, and a bright moon was slanting westward.

It's almost dawn.

That's it? They entered the secret realm inexplicably, and left inexplicably?

"My lord, what do we do now?"

The happiness of the rest of my life after the catastrophe is only slowly rising now. Everyone looked at each other and sighed.

How did they survive in that monster-ridden place where there was nowhere to escape!

Before Bao Guanjie could reply, the scouts in the team rushed over: "My lord, there are still two Heavenly Palace guards alive, just thirty zhang away in front, running to the west!" ”

And two more alive?

Bao Guanjie's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Catch up, kill!" ”

Getting rid of these two people, Tiangong had to work hard to find out the cause of He Jing's death. Not to mention anything else, the people from all walks of life who participated in the war tonight may be silent when they return.

After all, they all planted their heels here, and they also offended the Heavenly Palace.

If they don't get rid of these two people, they will go back to Lingxu City to complain, and he Bao Guanjie and Baling Kingdom will soon be unlucky!

……

Zhao Qinghe and He Chunhua walked out of their hiding place and walked cautiously. Fang Cai's cry of "He Jing is dead" was made by Zhao Qinghe.

He Chunhua reacted very quickly:

The Heavenly Palace Duyun Envoy died in the Panlong Desert, which was a big deal. The Kite Kingdom can't bear the wrath of Bega at all, so it's better to divert the troubled waters as soon as possible.

There is a debtor and a debtor, let the heavenly palace go to pull out the tomb and break ground.

They also saw the red light fade.

He Chunhua's heart moved, and he immediately said to Zhao Qinghe: "Slash me, quickly!" ”

Zhao Qinghe thought he had misheard: "My lord? ”

"Don't hurt much, but you have to be heavier!"

Seeing his resolute expression, Zhao Qinghe drew his knife and pierced him in the right shoulder.

The blood flashed, and this time he really didn't leave his hand.

He Chunhua was so painful that everyone curled up. Zhao Qinghe put away his knife and helped him: "My lord, I'm sorry!" ”

"No, that's fine!" He Chunhua knew that he was measured, and deliberately avoided the muscles and meridians, so he endured the pain and said, "Don't say anything to a third person!" ”

"Yes!"

Immediately after, the red light faded from under the feet of the two of them.

Zhao Qinghe treated his wound briefly, and continued to travel south with him, walking smoothly all the way, not even meeting a single beast.

He Chunhua was silent, and his heart was endlessly hesitant.

The secret realm has indeed disappeared, but has everyone come out?

Soon, the sound of footsteps ahead was densely heard.

The two flashed to a low house to be on strict guard, and sure enough, dozens of people came, but it was He Chunhua's personal soldier who ran to the front, Hu Xuan.

Ay?

The two immediately came out to meet each other: "Why are you here?" ”

"Your Excellency!" Hu Xuan's face was full of joy, "The south city gate is open!" Hey, you're hurt! ”

Even if there was speculation, He Chunhua still took a long breath when he heard the good news: "How did you open it?" ”

"A burst of red light flashed, and the gate of the south city returned to its original state, and the outermost layer was still half standing and half upside down." Hu Xuan came over to support him, "We sent people in and out a few times, and there was nothing abnormal." ”

"The secret realm is gone, and we are back to reality." He Chunhua glanced in the direction of the Mitian Temple, and sighed with emotion.

Twice, he entered the Coiling Dragon Secret Realm twice, but he returned in vain.

Zhao Qinghe asked him, "My lord, do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

"Nope." He Chunhua's depression gradually disappeared, and he was a little happy, "Now that it's gone, there is probably nothing." ”

How the Panlong Secret Realm disappeared last time, he still remembers it vividly. If you rush to the Mitian Temple now, it's just useless.

But at least he survived again, there were more people than the Heavenly Palace, and even the Duyun envoy and the lantern guard envoy all lost their lives here.

He witnessed the chaotic battle in the red general's mound, and at the last moment he kept his heart clear and did not go up to fight.

Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago, right?

"What about the Rongshan people?"

"After walking down the wall, they passed through the south gate and left." Hu Xuan looked left and right, didn't see He Lingchuan's figure, and didn't dare to ask.

He Chunhua was asking about Rongshan people, but what he was thinking about was He Lingchuan.

After the failure of Naluo's descent to the gods, He Lingchuan's whereabouts became a mystery and never reappeared.

But He Chunhua was unreasonably sure that he was still alive.

Is he the evil ghost in Panlong City? What happened in the secret realm tonight, what did it have to do with him?

is as shrewd and steady as He Chunhua, but now his mind is also chaotic, and he doesn't know how to sort it out.

He only knows one thing:

The large square pot was taken.

Who did this to you? I can't tell.

Neither he nor Zhao Qinghe approached the Red General's Tomb, but just hid in the shadows to watch the battle. From their point of view, they didn't see how He Jing died, nor did they see how the Dafang pot didn't exist.

It was Bao Guanjie or someone else who took this treasure?

Zhao Qinghe asked him: "My lord, do you want to go to the Baling people?" ”

In fact, he was asking He Chunhua, do you want to take back the Dafang pot?

He Chunhua looked back at the way he came, and the huge Panlong City was silent in the darkness. With such a large city, where to search for Baling people?

He sighed and shook his head.

Suddenly there was a fever in his arms, and he took out the statue of Naluotian, and saw that this thing kept flashing.