MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 496 reality and fantasy

  Chapter 496 Reality and Magic

  He Lingchuan was dumbfounded to see him go away, and finally the red mist re-formed into a part of the giant shadow, and then came back to his senses:

   That's right, Sun Fuping died in the illusion of Dafang Pot, and of course his soul is likely to be trapped in the Soul Land.

   It seems that he will never be free.

  At this time, He Lingchuan began to feel exhausted.

   If you hold your breath for too long, you will be kicked out of the dream if you don’t return to the surface.

  The giant red shadow at the bottom of the water moves calmly, but in fact it advances tens of feet with every swing.

   That is, two breaths of time, it disappeared in the extreme cold.

  He Lingchuan also tried his best to swim back to the surface of the water, exposed his head and took a deep breath.

   Only a little bit, he was about to suffocate to death in the deep water, creating a new way of dying for himself in Panlong City.

  The cobweb bag is still hanging on the stalactite, but the unknown roots have stretched out here, wrapping the head inside several times, and absorbing its power like a jelly, so the monster head has not been able to grow a body so far.

  Fortunately, these roots are very thin, so they didn't **** it dry.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the net bag and pulled it, the roots snapped off, leaving only a few tangled around the monster's head.

  These thin roots seem to be only tough on the monster head.

  It was trembling, and when it saw He Lingchuan appeared, it asked him loudly:

   "What happened below, my real deity, why can't I sense my deity!"

  It would be strange if He Lingchuan could take care of it. Looking up at the rock wall again, the monster's body was completely empty, but the roots were still there.

  He thought for a while, then simply swam to the edge of the rock wall and climbed up along the roots.

   What kind of plant is this? Even monsters eat it. He wants to find out.

  Interestingly, he climbed up and found that the root system penetrated through a very large crack, which was more than enough for one person to get into.

   Climbing up the thicker and more entangled root system, and then crawling in parallel for a short distance, he actually saw the light!

   Almost to the ground?

   No, there is water ahead again, and the water quality is clear, soaking in it is warm.

  Wen, hot spring?

  He Lingchuan swam out of this cave and saw brook fish playing and water lilies blooming.

   He even heard the children laughing.

  Floating to the surface of the water, the familiar scenery leaps into view—

  The small bridge and stone railing by the lake, the wide square opposite, and the businesses on both sides of the street.

  As soon as he turned his head, he saw a green tree growing by the water, lush and lush.

   It's not, it's not—

   Panlong City South Gate Square? !

  He was fighting monsters in the underwater cave on the northwest side of the Chipa Plateau, how did he climb up the tree roots and return to Panlong City?

  He Lingchuan wiped the water off his face, and countless question marks appeared in his heart.

  Boys on the bank came to watch him, and an old man also walked over and offered a helping hand to him: "Come up quickly, are you drinking too much?"

   If not drunk, who would jump into the river here?

  He Lingchuan thanked him for his kindness, and jumped ashore by himself.

   "Bat, bat!" cried a boy, pointing to his net bag. "That bat looks like a monkey."

   "What else?" The appearance of the monster head is even more terrifying and eye-catching, why don't these children say it?

  The boy asked him, "Can they fly?"

   "Yes." He Lingchuan put the net bag in front of him, "Aside from bats, what else did you see?"

   "Nothing. Well, why did you put a big rock in the net?"

   "Stones?" There were no stones in his net.

   "How could it be the land of souls!" The strange leader in the net also spoke, with a shocked tone, "You are clearly sleeping, why aren't you in dream land?"

   "Blame me?" He Lingchuan was also surprised, this guy can accurately say the word "Soul Homeland", which means that it is not an aborigine in the world of Panlong.

   Is this guy an invasive alien species?

   It's no wonder that the giant red shadow wandering outside the soul town will make a move. It seems to have been acting as the guardian of this soul town.

  The children around were chattering, and He Lingchuan handed them a few copper coins: "Go and buy candy."

  The children ran away happily.

   He Lingchuan got quiet, so he had time to look carefully at the green trees in front of him.

   Is the root that pierced the rock wall this Jura tree?

   At least from the position, it should be it.

  He Lingchuan leaned on the railing and looked down, only to find that the underwater hole had disappeared.

  Yes, he has come and gone here dozens of times, and the stone corridors on the river bank are very neat. How was there any cave?

  This tree broke through time and space and brought him here directly from the northwest of the Chipa Plateau?

   Well, or the other way around, it stretched its roots directly from here to the cave in the northwest of Chipa, in order to catch the monster and have a gluttonous meal?

At this time, look at the little Juluo tree again. The original thin trunk has become thicker, and he hugged it with his hands; The grandeur of the ancestors.

  This Juluo tree is different from all other plants in Panlong City. It grew from the King Treasure Tree seed he brought in from the outside world. It has the power to cross the Qingming itself, so it can sense foreign invasion?

  It eats monsters, does it mean that the nutrients it needs to grow are also very...hell?

  He Lingchuan had doubts in his mind one after another, but he still had the most important thing to do now.

  Picking up the net bag, he rushed to the shop on the street, and said to the old man guarding inside: "Uncle Li, let me borrow your backyard!"

  Uncle Li was grabbing grass to weave things, without raising his head: "Go."

  This is where Sun Fuling buys mourning ice lanterns in winter; when he can’t make ice lanterns in summer, the old man uses bamboo and grass to weave grasshoppers, ponies and other handicrafts for sale, which are very popular among children.

   There was no one in his backyard, only bamboo strips, vines, and other sundries.

  He Lingchuan raised the monster's head and faced himself: "What are you?"

   "What happened to my true deity?" Ever since he was chopped off, the strange head has been in shock.

  Everything that can be seen is beyond its imagination.

   "No more." He Lingchuan said concisely, "If you want to follow in the footsteps of the deity, I will help you now."

   What's interesting is that the roots that were torn off by him in the cave are now tightly wrapped around the monster's head, neither sucking it dry nor leaving it.

  The human head with three eyes is tightly wrapped by several tree roots. It is difficult to describe this shape with the word "weird".

   But the strange head has never grown a body, and He Lingchuan intuitively has something to do with Gu Luoshugen.

   "No, no!" The strange head reacted strongly, "I don't want to die."

   "Why did you find me?"

   "Someone marked you as a tribute." The monster confessed, "We like young and strong souls. Delicious!"

"who?"

   "I don't know who he is." The strange head still had the arrogance of the past, "We don't care."

   "Where is this person?" He Lingchuan frowned, "I want the specific location and his appearance!"

   This **** is from the real world, which means someone out there is dealing with him!

good very good.

  The clues come to you by themselves.

   "Aren't you going to kill us?"

   "It depends on how you cooperate."

   "Three hundred feet to the west of you, Tongfu Inn; he looks dry and thin, with a long face, and looks like he will fall down when the wind blows."

  He Lingchuan picked up his net bag and slipped back to the street, when he met two guards passing by.

  He divided the monkey bats and handed them to the guards, asking them to take them to the alchemy office and hand them over to Aluo.

  With the human head wrapped in the tree roots left, He Lingchuan jumped onto the Juluo tree and stuck it in the branch.

   Anyway, in the eyes of the natives of Panlong City, this is a big rock. No one will be interested, and the kids will just be out of reach.

   "No, no, don't put me here!" The strange head turned pale with fright when he felt the breath of Gu Luoshu.

   Isn't this the dryad who sucked it up before?

   "Help me keep an eye on it." He Lingchuan patted the trunk of the Juluo tree, "Don't eat it yet, I'll keep it for use."

  The wisdom of the Guluo tree is fully reflected in the treasure tree king; although this tree is still in its infancy, when He Lingchuan grabbed the net bag in the cave, it did not **** it from him, which shows that this little guy is very spiritual.

  Then He Lingchuan found an empty corner and sat down, closed his eyes, rested his mind, and relaxed all over:

   "Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

  In the past, he thought that he could only commit suicide by voluntarily leaving the dreamland, but it didn't feel good; after thinking about it, he was the master of the broken knife, so why couldn't he go in and out freely?

  He tried a few more times, and sure enough, he concentrated like this and asked to go offline, and he could quickly return to reality.

  …

  When the Nightmare with Hundred Faces was thrown into the deep sea by the giant red shadow outside the homeland of souls, almost no one noticed that a star suddenly lit up in the night sky in the middle east of reality, flashing several times quickly.

   Just a few strokes.

   Then, everything seemed to be back to normal.

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  Tongfu Inn.

   With a "click", the statue on the table suddenly broke into several pieces.

  The conjurer who had been reciting the formula with his eyes closed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and said in disbelief, "Lord Baimian? How is this possible!"

  The answer to him was that the fragments of the idol smashed into pieces on the table.

  Nightmare also has strengths and weaknesses. The predecessor of the Hundred-faced Nightmare was the Immortal Soul, and no one of its kind or humans would dare to deny its power.

   This Nightmare rarely strikes, but never misses. It is precisely because he believes in the power of Baimian that he can't believe what he sees.

  Even a generation of British lords of the Mang Kingdom died under its hands. This man surnamed He was just a commoner and had no energy to protect him. How could he defeat Baimian?

   This is as ridiculous as a six-year-old kid defeating a boxing champion in the ring.

   But facts speak louder than words. No matter how frightened the conjurer is, he has no choice but to plan for his next step.

  The door of the room was opened with a bang, which startled the curse master, and the guest from the next room stepped in and asked, "You failed?"

  The curse master was furious: "You, why didn't you invite yourself?"

  The man glared at him and asked, "Is it done, or not?"

   "It didn't work, it was broken. The opponent is very strong, I'm afraid, I'm afraid they will come after you." The curse master was short of breath for a while, and could only stand up staggeringly, "Do you want to stay?"

  There were fragments in the spit out blood, and his heart was injured. The most important thing for him to do was to lie down and rest, at least half a month before he could get up, otherwise it would be a disaster for the future.

   This is the backlash of a spell, which can range from disability to death. But the curse master didn't care about these. As strong as a hundred faces, there will be no return, and I am afraid it will be more dangerous if he stays.

   "You gang of sorcerers are really unreliable." The other party supported the wall with one hand, and a giant shadow moved in the darkness behind him, and the wind rushed to his face. "You go, leave this place to me."

  (end of this chapter)