He Lingchuan immediately followed his words and asked:

"Where is this?"

"This is the place of impermanence and also the place to reverse fate." The original body replied casually, and then smiled, "No wonder you will come in. As long as I kill you, I can turn the world around and get back everything you have taken away from me!"

He Lingchuan patiently explained: "You were gone when I came."

When he traveled over, his original body's consciousness had dissipated before he could take over this body.

"Nonsense!" The original body roared wildly, "I am the son of luck! Those opportunities should be mine, I am He Xiao, I should make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, I should take down the Yangshan Islands, and I should become the head of the Bailie family! It was you who shamelessly impersonate the name!"

Looking at the most familiar face and making the most ferocious and outspoken expression, He Lingchuan was speechless:

"Can you manage your expressions and throw away my face."

The original body roared and drew a knife to attack.

He Lingchuan pulled out the Fusheng Sword and pressed it against it, and he also exclaimed.

The Fusheng Sword was presented to He Lingchuan by Zhong Shengguang. Its shape changed several times since the Songyang Mansion planting knife was replenished. After he ascended the throne and became emperor, he embedded the reduced Dayan Dzi directly on the handle of the Fusheng Sword.

But the Floating Life Knife in his hand had a bare handle, a shorter body and a smaller arc.

It seems to be an earlier version, because there was a groove on the thigh of the knife at this time, and a ghostly cicada shed was stuffed into it.

After making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, he changed this groove.

He Lingchuan explored his divine thoughts and found that there are only two characteristics of the Fusheng Sword. One is that it is particularly sharp and has a very small chance to ignore the enemy's energy; the other is that it will definitely hit the throw.

The worst thing is that his powerful and powerful body is only at the bottom, and his skills are far less agile than usual.

He Lingchuan tried to summon the clang dragon armor.

Since he was conquered by him, this armor has been very sensible and hardworking, and is as skillful as the second layer of skin.

This time, He Lingchuan summoned him like a mud cow entering the sea. After waiting for a long time, the armor just stopped appearing.

He Lingchuan went to summon Yuanli again, but the same was true. There was no red light on the Fusheng Sword.

There is no this, nor that.

If other practitioners suddenly encountered this, they would be afraid of being extremely panicked, just like the original body in front of them. But He Lingchuan was even more calm.

This is not the state he should have, that is, everything in this world is out of reality.

What kind of existence can strip away all the abilities gained from him through time?

Especially Yuanli.

This is the most mysterious power between heaven and earth. He Lingchuan could not imagine at all. What power could surpass it.

With the Yuanli that Panlong City has sent him, he shouldn't have used it even if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Thinking of this, his heart moved again.

Wait, since the journey...

Isn’t his current state just because he has just traveled to this world for a while?

At that time, He Lingchuan had just practiced the Ziwu Art, had just practiced the Fusheng Knife, and had just received the Emperor's Liver Slurry once or twice...

For the original body and for him, they have just experienced a huge turning point in his destiny.

Within a dozen breaths, the two of them passed dozens of moves.

He Lingchuan basically confirmed that his level was slightly higher than his original body, and he was indeed the same as he had just embarked on the road of cultivation in the past.

While fighting, he asked the other party: "How long have you been here?"

The original body gritted his teeth and drew his knife: "It's been a long time! I don't want to go out for a moment!"

His knife is also good, it was a 15th birthday gift from He Chunhua.

"How can I get out?"

The original body did not answer, just attacked.

He Lingchuan looked at him with fierce eyes and crazy expressions, which was not like a normal mind, so he tried it in another way:

"Can you go out if you kill me?"

"Yes, sure!" The original body did not hesitate.

"Who told you?"

"Just go out from here, I can reverse my destiny!"

The answer was not the question. But this guy was too smart, so He Lingchuan could only ask again:

"If I didn't come, how would you go out?"

"Tongtian Tower!" the original body replied, "Come from the tower and go from the tower too! I found the tower and I can go out!"

He refers to the Aoki Tower?

He Lingchuan quickly turned his head, but found that the north direction was empty.

So when did a tower that leads directly to the sky disappear?

There was only a sparse forest land left on the spot.

So the original body was trapped here for a long time. Finally, when the Tower of Tongtian reappeared, he rushed over. As a result, he met He Lingchuan and hatred arose from the bottom of his heart. He would not give up until he was killed?

Combined with the original body, both of them seemed to be sent by the tower, and they had to leave only through this tower.

It sounds reasonable.

He Lingchuan asked him to have a move: "You killed me, but the tower does not appear. What should you do?"

The speed of the original body's knife was obviously half a beat slower, and his eyes were confused for a few breaths. Obviously, his mind was stuck because of this sentence. But he immediately accelerated the speed and sternly said: "Impossible, it will definitely appear!"

The original body waved the knife with one hand and pinched the knife technique with the other hand. He held the necklace in his palm, and the snake-ring wood sculpture swayed with his movements.

When he was a child, the big shaman of Zhaomandu also held this pendant and swayed in front of him more than once.

He Lingchuan's eyesight was not as good as that of the later, and he always felt that it was moving and was eating into his tail.

But the swing of the original body was too large, and he really couldn't see clearly.

The two passed by the pool again while fighting, and the water surface clearly reflected two completely different faces.

According to the words of the Great Shaman of Mandu, it echoed in his mind over and over again.

He Lingchuan pursed his lips and tried to say to the original body: "Put down the knife, let's have a good talk and find a way to get out."

But he didn't say this, but when he said "Talk a good talk", the original body's attack became even more crazy, regardless of the wounds on his body, sizzling blood: "I don't believe it, uh, no matter what other conspiracy you want to do, I don't believe it!"

He Lingchuan knew a little, but continued to test: "Do you hate me more or do you hate He Chunhua who sacrificed you to the god of heaven?"

After the fact that He Chunhua used his eldest son to pay for his gods was exposed, He Lingchuan could clearly feel the pain and sadness of the original body. They were the same, and He Lingchuan could realize that compared to the body occupied by himself, what the original body was most worried about was his father's deception.

The original body's eyes were confused for a moment, and He Lingchuan added another fire to him: "Before I replaced you, he had already used you as a bargaining chip and sacrifice to negotiate conditions with Narachi!"

"Kill you!" The original body creaked his teeth, "Kill you, I'll settle the score with him!"
Chapter completed!