After the immortal disappeared

Hearing that he meant to question him, Sun Fuping quickly replied: "The sacrifice here has escaped, so we can only use the backup magic circle outside and summon the venerable one in. What happened outside? Are you feeling unwell?"

His first choice to offer sacrifices was He Lingchuan and Mao Tao, but they slipped away at the opportunity. He could only use a backup plan to sacrifice He Chunhua and others, and then use means to summon the invited gods here.

One more transfer is helpless.

Nian Songyu said with a straight face: "There was something wrong outside, which caused my strength to weaken. This black dragon is reborn in cycles and must not be its true body. I need you to find out the basis of its life!" After that, he raised his hand. Sun Fuping drew two circles on his head, making a sprinkling of water.

Little bits of light leaked out from between his fingers, like flying flowers or snow, falling into tiny pieces all over Sun Fuping's body.

In the eyes of others, he seemed to have sprinkled a lot of glitter on Sun Fuping's body. Only Sun Fuping himself knew that it was like a spring breeze, his mind, heart and lungs were refreshed, and even the injuries on his body were healed.

Originally, He Lingchuan set up siege weapons and bombarded him with two rounds, which was not something ordinary people could bear. Sun Fuping used all his life-saving moves, and Nian Songyu tried his best to protect him, and he was able to survive. However, his injuries were serious, and the internal injuries were several times more serious than the external injuries. It was a miracle that he was still standing.

But there were still a dozen thieves standing upstairs, so he had to save the momentum.

However, the Venerable healed his injury easily, which was beyond human power. Of course, Sun Fuping admired him deeply.

"Please give me your advice, Your Majesty!"

He didn't know that the venerable man in front of him was actually very dissatisfied. Divine descent is an extremely dangerous process, especially before entering the body of the recipient, as the so-called will of the gods is easily injured.

Sun Fuping did not support him during this process, which was a taboo.

However, there are only a handful of times when divine descending has been successful, and this secret is not known to outsiders. Even if Sun Fuping read the classics to pieces, there is no way he would know it.

Fortunately, the Venerable still needed him to solve his own troubles, so he squeezed out a little extra divine power to heal his injuries.

"Since it is the foundation of Black Dragon's identity, it is something that remains unchanged from beginning to end, and it is also something that cannot be destroyed by this fire. By the way, it is not a big square pot. Since you can find it all the way here, you must have some experience."

His Holiness gave a hint, and then it was up to Sun Fuping to find a way to complete it.

The latter nodded and quickly said: "Your Majesty, my position as national master?"

Nian Songyu showed a gloomy smile: "If you can get out from here, you will be happy."

Sun Fuping finally let go of the big stone in his heart and ran into the ruins before the Gale Army attacked again.

…

The Venerable gave only a few hints. Sun Fuping thought about it for a while and couldn't help but feel moved.

"Find out the life source of the black dragon", translated more simply, it means to find out the opponent's life source. However, the point of this sentence is not just the message that "the black dragon's true body is not on the battlefield."

Sun Fuping was very discerning and insightful, and he had long seen that the reason why the black dragon was immortal was that it hid its vital parts in advance, and then repeatedly repaired the injuries with the help of the power of the square pot.

For a monster like it, how could it die if it didn't hit its vitals?

However, there is something in the words of His Holiness that makes me very scared when I think about it carefully.

Sun Fuping had always believed that the black dragon was the secret weapon spirit of the Dafang Pot. If this is the case, what "foundation of destiny" did the Venerable ask him to find? Isn't the big square pot the basis of destiny of the black dragon?

But His Holiness specifically denied this.

So, what exactly is that black dragon?

Sun Fuping ran for a while, and even stopped in the ruins for a while, before an idea flashed in his mind.

Could it be?

He changed direction and headed due north.

The ruins of the city in front of you are the true appearance of Panlong Ancient City after the coalition forces retreated.

The previous peace, wealth and tranquility were nothing but a mirror.

But there are always some things that remain unchanged between the two.

Soon, Sun Fuping passed by the Zhongzhai in Gaomen Courtyard. This was later bought and rebuilt by Zhong Shengguang from the Chen family, and the door plaque was also replaced.

However, Sun Fuping did not stay, this was not the place he was looking for.

He walked straight through Shuya, crossed a huge and dry ravine, and finally found another ruins——

Official residence.

At least they were once the official residences of Panlong City before they were destroyed.

The official residences at this time also had great changes compared with those in peacetime. But Sun Fuping quickly found his goal.

It was a featureless house with only two rooms and a small courtyard.

There is a grave bag in the yard.

Sun Fuping ignored the grave bag. Instead, he turned around and rummaged through two ruined rooms.

Big bed, dresser, small bed...

He even opened the dark drawer of the dressing table, only to find that the contents inside had long been burnt black and turned into a mass.

These should not be the things that Black Jiao is determined to do.

But the place is only so big and there are only so many things. Is his conclusion wrong?

Sweat dripped from Sun Fuping's forehead.

Time is life. The Venerable is trying his best to fight against the monster in the square pot. If he cannot find the treasure to turn the tables as soon as possible, then it is hard to say whether he can save his own life, not to mention his lofty ambitions in the future.

Sun Fuping walked back and forth in the house three times.

Perhaps blinded by anxiety, he turned around sharply after completing the third circle and ran back to the main house.

The bed placed here has been burned to the point where only a rotten frame is left, and the wall is only half-blocked, and is still blackened by smoke.

However, there is a gray mark on this half of the wall.

That's the original color of the wall.

It looked as if something had been hung here, and when the fire broke out, it blocked the fire and prevented the small piece of wall behind from being blackened.

This shape...

Sun Fuping said to himself: "Knife, I remember there is a knife hanging here."

Yes, this is where Zhong Shengguang lived before he became the commander. He had been here before and found the graves of the Baling expedition members here.

And while waiting for Nian Songyu, Sun Fuping also took a tour of the house and had some impressions of the furnishings inside.

In fact, the furniture in this official residence is too simple. There are only a few items that come and go, and it is difficult to remember them.

The wall is still there, the bed is still there, but the knife hanging on the wall is gone.

The post-disaster wall shows that the knife has been there from beginning to end, which is in line with what His Holiness said, "Fire cannot damage it."

So it wasn't that his inference was wrong, but that someone took it away.

Sun Fuping stood up and squeezed out a name from between his teeth. He wished he could tear these words into pieces: "He Lingchuan, you little bastard!"

Sun Guoshi, who had always been calm and steady, finally couldn't help but explode.

When the four of them found this place, they discussed it for a while and then split up. Before that, the only person who had time to inspect the entire house was He Lingchuan.