Panlongzhi starts from completing the mission of the Supreme God

Chapter 166 Suppression of Dzogchen

But beyond Clementine's expectation, the wind-bound space was very strong. It seemed harmless, but it didn't move at all. Therefore, Clementine activated the half-used power of the Lord of Light, trying to break free from the restraints, but after struggling again, the restraints of the wind remained motionless.

How can it be! Clementine's pupils trembled. Even if he encountered the Great Perfection of the wind system, it should be difficult to distinguish between high and low. How could he be easily restrained and couldn't break free even with the power of the Lord God?

Immediately, Clementine saw that the prison of light that she had carefully designed for Pusluo was blown away in an instant, and she became uneasy. Apart from the Lord God, he really couldn't think of anyone with such strength.

Could it be that this material plane is really the home plane of a certain main god?

But then, he saw Pusluo landing on the ground, kneeling on his knees and beating his head on the ground, "Pusluo pays homage to the Lord and thanks the Lord for saving his life!"

Clementine was frightened again. The master who would save Pusluo could be identified with her toes! But how is this possible? How could Lincoln have such strength in the material plane? His hometown is the material plane of Chenis, not this material plane!

As Pusluo knelt down, the breeze slowly dispersed, and Lincoln's figure appeared. He was wearing a sleeveless robe, and his hair was dancing in the wind.

Lincoln walked up to Pusluo, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Well done, you didn't embarrass me."

As he said that, he took out a white jade bottle and put it in front of Pusluo, "There are hundreds of drops of the power of the fire god in it, which is your reward. Take it first and use it, and heal your injuries quickly."

Pusluo knelt down and bowed again and said, "Thank you for your concern!", then showed a relaxed look as if he had survived the disaster, and took the white jade bottle in his hand.

And Lincoln walked to Clementine step by step, riding on the breeze, and asked with a smile, "Doesn't it feel good to be restrained?"

Hearing this, Clementine's eyes widened. Lincoln was clearly imitating what he said, "It doesn't feel good to be purified." This shows that at least when he started to play with Puslow, Lincoln was We've arrived at the scene, but we've just been hiding. What’s more worth pondering is, when exactly did Lincoln come, and had he seen the whole story?

Of course, the more important thing is that Dzogchen is not invincible in the material plane!

Looking at Clementine's expression, Lincoln chuckled, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the air in the distance, and saw a figure flying quickly.

When the figure was behind him, Pusluo was able to see clearly that it was Inkroll. To Pusluo's surprise, after this period of time, Inkroll was still dying, but he had not yet died and sent his soul to the world of light.

Inkroll still had a vague consciousness, but because his limbs were injured and weak, he could only squeeze his head into the ground, making his face and hair stained with dirt and dust to relieve the pain. He kept mumbling for help.

"I saved him from the brink of death. After all, he is my believer. How could he be snatched away by Augusta? The newly established Holy See of Light was also reduced to ruins just now." Lincoln said as he took out A drop of the power of the God of Life was sent to Pusluo with a push, "You should use this drop of the power of the God of Life to treat him, otherwise, although he will not be able to go to the Light God Realm, he will have to report to the underworld soon. .”

Pusluo respectfully took over the power of the Lord God of Life and immediately refined it while treating himself and Inkrol. After all, it is the power of the Lord God and the life system that is best at healing. It would be too wasteful to just heal one person. Seeing Inkroll, Clementine was very sure that Lincoln had been watching nearby from the beginning, and only chose to take action when he was about to kill him.

But it was useless to think about it now, so Clementine quickly said, "Clementine has met the Lord. There was some friction between Pusluo and I just now, but I never meant to offend the Lord. If there is any offense, Lord, please forgive me this time!"

Lincoln looked at Clementine with some surprise. Generally speaking, even if his life is endangered, Dzogchen will not obey the Lord God in everything.

"No offense intended?" Lincoln controlled his divine power to form a chair and sat in the air. "Pulselow has emphasized my identity and the identity of Inkroll many times, but you have ignored it. Do you think I am a fool?"

Clementine got stuck mid-sentence, swallowed it back, and said after a while, "Clementine apologizes to you, Master. As long as Master can forgive you this time, Clementine is willing to give everything!"

"You are more direct, Clementine, do you now feel that there is no way to go to heaven and no door to earth?" Lincoln said absently, a large number of long and narrow dimensional blades appeared around him, but that time the dimensional blades turned into a A soft whip struck Clementine hard.

It can't be killed, but it can cause damage.

But Clementine instantly understood that Lincoln was not only punishing, but also venting his anger on Puslow. But then I thought, I am a Dzogchen person. Even if I am wrong, I just have to admit my mistake to the Lord God. It is impossible to admit my mistake to an ordinary messenger of the Lord God.

Moreover, the Lord Lincoln was obviously there from the beginning and could have prevented everything from happening, but he did not do so. In his eyes, Napusluo was just a chess piece that could be discarded at any time, and he fell into a dangerous situation.

Therefore, Clementine could only try his best to hold back the pain caused by the dimensional blade, forcefully suppress all the screams in his throat, and at the same time smiled bitterly, "My lord, uh, the wind restraint, the dimensional blade are all powerful, Uh, great, Clement…Ting, uh, ashamed of yourself.”

Lincoln remained silent and let the whip hit him for a while. The green light on Pusluo and Inklor gradually faded away. Both of them had completely recovered. Pusluo's breath was as normal, while Inkluol was full of vitality. He fell into a deep sleep with his injuries, all the wounds on his limbs healed, and all the wounds on his soul were repaired, but he didn't know how long it would take for the wounds on his mind to recover.

Lincoln waved his hand, stopped the dimensional whipping, and said, "You just haven't answered Pusluo's question. How can you help someone like Augusta spread their faith?"

In front of Lincoln, Clementine didn't think much. In order to survive, she directly explained the causes and consequences of being coerced and induced by Augusta to devote herself to research. At the same time, I also secretly hate Augusta National. If this idiot hadn't caused trouble, how could I have ended up in this situation?

(End of this chapter)