It was not an ordinary branch, but a Dragon Punishment Pillar made with tree branches, sacred bones, etc. A few months ago, He Lingchuan lacked materials and could only make a beggar's version of the finished product.
But the Xinglong Pillar is the Xinglong Pillar. As long as it has the function of absorbing nightmare energy, it is genuine.
Now there is some light red liquid gathered in the transparent glass (or resin) in the middle of the wooden tube, sometimes flowing, sometimes turning into red mist.
After Li Qingge's men returned from Wange Swamp, they returned the torture dragon pillar to He Lingchuan.
Because the cicada disaster really caused the destruction of all life in the Wange Swamp and the forest, Xinglongzhu also collected a part of the nightmare energy, not only from humans, but also from other dead creatures. No one knows the specific units, but it seems to be quite a lot.
"No matter what it looks like, it is also a Dragon Punishment Pillar, it can be used, and it will not be traced by Lingxu City." He Lingchuan clasped his fists and saluted him, "I have seen the God of Disaster Relief!"
The old temple attendant hummed, his eyes turned to the two of them, and then stopped on He Lingchuan: "What do you want from me? I don't think you are devout believers."
How can any devout believer come wearing a mask?
"I have something to ask." He Lingchuan pointed at the wooden pipe, "This dragon torture pillar is my reward."
He was very particular about what he said, saying that the Dragon Pillar punishment was a reward rather than a thank you gift.
Remuneration can be settled and quantified.
This also means that if Shi Nantian's answer does not satisfy him, the Xinglong Zhu will not be so easy to obtain.
The old man's face has drooped, so no matter how he smiles, it's like he's smiling: "You are very courageous to bargain with the gods."
Dong Rui timely helped: "There are eleven temples on this island. If you don't want to answer, we can ask other gods."
"Them?" The old temple attendant chuckled twice, looking very disdainful, but in the end he nodded, "Ask."
This God of Disaster Relief once appeared in the world of Panlong.
When He Lingchuan entered the world of Panlong for the last time before launching Operation Xushan, Shi Nanshen used a borrowed skin to break into Panlong City to warn Mi Tian.
At that time, He Lingchuan also wanted to take the opportunity to ask him a few questions, but the God of Disaster refused to let him have sex in vain and only revealed the address of his temple.
If a mortal wants to seek help from the gods, shouldn't he express his sincerity properly?
To sum it up in one word:
To submit.
He Lingchuan's initial impression of this God of Disaster Relief was that he was not as cold as other gods, but rather snobbish towards humans.
He Lingchuan speculated that this was probably related to its status in the divine world.
It calls itself a small god, a wild god, so it has no right to be arrogant in front of a powerful person like Mi Tian.
Moreover, it also revealed its desire for the Dragon Punishment Pillar and the Nightmare Qi at that time, so He Lingchuan knew that this was the best reward, and Shi Nan would be hard to refuse.
With the Dragon Punishment Pillar, it can send its followers to the battlefield to collect nightmare energy.
This is equivalent to digging into the corners of Tianluoxing to create a small stove for yourself.
He Lingchuan had no psychological burden about sending out the Dragon Punishment Pillar. Originally, the nightmare energy in the world would be sucked away by Tianluo, so what's the big deal if the Dragon Punishment Pillar intercepted it a little?
He Lingchuan sorted out his thoughts: "I see you came straight to me just now, why?"
Don't say that you saw the wrong person, God will not be blinded by old age.
The old temple attendant Jiejie smiled slyly: "You are a good person, it's hard for the gods not to notice."
To put it bluntly, I can't help myself.
Even though it was obscured by the mask, it could still see through the value of this mortal at a glance.
He Lingchuan took out the Dragon Punishment Pillar and talked about the Nightmare Qi. The difficulty was solved. This little guy had already come into contact with the core secrets of the two worlds, so there was no need to be too secretive in his speech.
He Lingchuan still remembered that when Sun Fuping and Sun Guoshi invited gods in the ruins of Panlong, the skin they prepared was Nian Songyu. As a result, the clone of the god he invited did not go to Nian Songyu directly, but instead gave priority to He Lingchuan, and was marked by the divine seal in his sea of ​​knowledge.
It popped up.
"What makes a good skin, and how did it come about?"
"Mortals usually can't bear even one percent of our power, so they are not qualified to be a skin. However, there are exceptions to everything. Some people's bodies can bear four to five percent of our power, so they are qualified to be a skin; if they can
Taking on 10% of it is considered excellent.”
"Ten percent?" He Lingchuan was a little surprised, "Is that enough to be excellent?"
"You humans -" the tone of explanation could not hide the arrogance and contempt, "the body under this kind of aura condition is extremely fragile. The gods use your skin like wearing a thin paper coat, which can be torn accidentally
, and accidentally broke it.”
He Lingchuan thought of Lu Shishi, the skin of the Hundred Wars God. When the possessed God left, she was indeed broken like a paper doll.
The metaphor of resolving difficulties is indeed very vivid.
But it also went on to say: "There are outstanding ones among you who can make the gods exert two or three tenths of their power. But those are the skins of only one in a million, and even Bejia can only meet him.
not to mention--"
It paused: "Each god's power is different, and each god's requirements for the skin are also different. Not one skin is suitable for all gods."
"Only twenty-three out of ten at most?"
"Only?" Shi Nan laughed heartily, "The power of gods is beyond the imagination of humble people like you. Even if we only use two or three tenths of our strength, it is enough to defeat thousands of armies!"
Thousands of troops? That’s bragging. But He Lingchuan wouldn’t argue with it on this issue, it would just say yes.
"The skin is so fragile, how many times can it be used?"
"It depends on whether the battle is fierce or not, and it also depends on whether the gods love it or not." The old temple attendant caressed the white beard, "Use it carefully, three or four times."
Three or four times? But Lu Shishi was possessed by the God of Hundred Wars and died within an hour.
Although the battle with the Spider Immortal was fierce at that time, Bai Zhantian's lack of care was also the main reason, right?
"Is it possible that there will be no damage after use?"
"It's almost impossible." The old temple attendant shook his head, "Even if Pi Nang is not injured in the battle, the divine descent itself will cause damage. Pi Nang's consciousness and body will be damaged, and he must rest for a long time before he can welcome the god again.
drop."
He Lingchuan let out a long sigh: "Are you sure?"
"This is common sense, what's the uncertainty?"
"That's it." He Lingchuan nodded, it turned out that his common sense was wrong.
He had not seen many divine descendants, and the biggest counterexample was General Red.
Zhong Shengguang sacrificed his daughter to Mitian, and He Lingchuan was basically certain that the Red General was Mitian's skin. But the Red General had always been alive and well, not like he was damaged.
Maybe, the injury is in the dark and no one knows about it?
He Lingchuan shook his head secretly. This was unlikely. General Red's military affairs were heavy, and if his body had been damaged, he would have been dragged down long ago.
She still has time to go to the martial arts hall to coach the players, and she doesn't look like a run-down person.
Chapter completed!