"Yes, God." General Red nodded, "Now you know what level you are above all the immortals."

Above "immortal" is "god".

He Lingchuan pointed to the sky: "So, God...?"

"Yes, this is the reason why demons infiltrate the human world and call themselves 'gods'. Oh, they are just false gods." The red general said leisurely, "Human beings trust the strong more and are more willing to follow the strong, but they can't tell the difference at all.

Be clear about the authenticity of what you believe in.”

After saying this, the door opened. Xu Shichu walked out, grabbing a few documents: "General Red, you've been waiting for a long time. Let's go."

Went to catch the spies.

Xu Shichu couldn't help but sigh again: "I don't know how long the peace in Panlong Wasteland can last."

He is also the person who knows the core plan of Panlong City.

"A thousand days to raise an army is spent in a moment." The red general looked at the fruits and vegetables in the courtyard. "That moment is coming soon. Peace that is not defended by force is just an illusion."

General Hong and Xu Shichu walked out of the courtyard, and He Lingchuan heard several groups of footsteps quickly disappearing outside.

There was no one around, and when He Lingchuan's mind moved, Qiang Dragon Armor appeared and covered his whole body.

Yes, this is the third treasure that he can bring into the world of Panlong after the divine bone necklace and the floating sword.

Entering and exiting Qingming. This alone is enough to explain the uniqueness of Qianglongjia.

He Lingchuan saw the memory attached to the dragon armor and knew that the black dragon was related to the predecessor of the Dafang Pot, which was the fragment of Tianluo Star.

Everything he has experienced can be traced back to the black dragon's collision with Tianluo Star.

He has been thinking about it over and over in the past few days, and he always feels that the past in the Black Dragon Scale is not simple, and there are many things worthy of consideration.

A large square pot, Yuanli;

Qiang Longjia, the power of faith;

The secluded immortal, Lingshan;

The immortal death of the black dragon, the black dragon patterns in the capital of Yuan Kingdom and Panlong City...

He Lingchuan let out a long sigh. The more he investigated, the more he found that the Dafang Pot was entangled with history and the present world, and it was difficult to distinguish them from each other.

(Golden Plains Story 2 "Symphony of Destiny" ends here.)
Chapter completed!