Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 546 "Fairy"

Yes, He Songling could already roughly guess what this thing was.

There was no life in the acquired realm that could escape his detection under the full power of the fourth level of reverse life. His soul was also obviously in chaos because of something provoking him.

It's not something like "innate" or "immortal", which can't do this.

"No wonder they couldn't find the source of Xiao Lu's headache. It turns out that he was being targeted by something like this. It would be strange if they could find it!"

Not to mention that the Tang Sect and the Ma Family are not Xuan Sects and cannot communicate with real gods. Even if they are Xuan Sects, like the Taiqing Palace and the Sanyi Sect, can they communicate with real gods? Do they have the ability to detect immortals?
No.

"The 'immortals' in the Northeast are not real gods. I have always underestimated them. Could it be that there are really animal immortals who have cultivated and become immortals here?"

He Songling pondered, then became a little angry and cursed: "You've become a god, why are you still targeting my wife, are you crazy?"

Lu Huizhong's strength was only seen in the battle of ten people in the Sky-piercing Hole, where she seemed quite capable. When it came to high-end combat power, it was almost not worth mentioning. She did not practice the mysterious methods, so He Songling could not understand why she was targeted by the gods.

"come out!"

He Songling shouted loudly, and the sound echoed in the snow valley and spread far away. The sound was so loud that it even caused a partial avalanche.

However, there was still nothing.

He Songling suppressed the turmoil of his soul, withdrew some of his power, and only used his full strength at the fourth level of reverse life. His Qi-transformed body continued to emit white innate Qi in the snowy mountains, as if a hot spring suddenly appeared in the ice and snow, with smoke curling up.

In his opinion, it was the genuine innate Qi, and even if he became an immortal, he should not turn a blind eye to it.

However, this thing hidden in the dark is really invisible and just doesn't come out.

He Songling didn't dare to take this thing out. What if this thing was a thousand-year-old devil and went out to harm the world?
"Okay, okay, shame on you."

He Songling stood shirtless in the snow, emitting his innate Qi for more than half an hour, but there was still no response. He finally lost his patience.

The Japanese soldiers might get the news at any time and come up the mountain to check on Bihe Ren's situation, or even impose martial law on this area. He doesn't have the time to waste with these ignorant people.

“Boom boom boom!”

He Songling fully activated the fourth level of reverse life and directly moved out four heavy artillery pieces, each of which was equipped with ten shells.

A total of forty heavy artillery shells are enough to blow you to pieces even the gods.

He pressed his Qi on the cannon, ready to fire at any time, and suddenly thought of Zhang Zongchang, "Fire the cannon and blow his mother up, look at the hero, Zhang Zongchang." Normally, it seems like a crude joke, but when you really have to face the "god", this iron thing is still useful.

God, what’s wrong with you?

"I'll count to three. If you don't get out of here, I'll use my cannon to blow you up, you son of a bitch. After that, I'll search the mountains and seas. No matter who you are, I'll tear your temple apart!"

"Three! You don't stand a chance!"

He Songling was still so unethical. After all, he didn't know whether the local gods had ever seen a cannon. Zhang Zongchang would have to fire at the Dragon King before it would rain. Threatening with words alone would not work.

Firing a cannon is a delicate job. You have to adjust the firing parameters and estimate the casualties on the battlefield. It's a very complicated job. But it doesn't matter to He Songling. His enemy is right there between heaven and earth, staring at him. As long as he fires here, he can hit it anywhere.

It was just like He Songling who wanted to merge into the world and escape in Mianshan, but was blasted out abruptly and could not escape at all.

A round of artillery fire shook the earth.

He Songling was fine. As long as he was not facing the artillery fire directly, the aftermath of the explosion and the flying shrapnel could not hurt him.

After firing a round of artillery fire, He Songling looked around vigilantly, his senses heightened to the extreme, fearing that something would suddenly come out and attack him.

His behavior just now was completely intentional. As everyone knows, only when the opponent is weakened can it be easier to negotiate. Whether it is that Pokémon with low health are easier to capture with Poké Balls, or monsters with low health in the Xuanyuan Sword series are easier to collect with the Demon Refining Pot, or Dormammu who is exhausted by the Time Stone is easier to negotiate, all of these prove this truth.

He Songling had no intention of talking directly to this unknown creature from the beginning, but to show off his martial arts first. If you don't have the corresponding strength, how can a thing that is suspected to be an "immortal" sit down with you to negotiate terms?

"Young man, you are too impatient. I mean no harm."

Sure enough, not long after, a voice was heard out of nowhere, but in He Songling's perception, there was still nothing near him.

"You are bragging, my friend. You have no ill intentions. I just told you not to show up, but now you show up after I bombarded you. Is it because I am impatient or you are afraid? You know it yourself. Who are you pretending to be?"

He Songling sneered. It was true that speaking Northeastern dialect was very contagious. He was a native of Fujian, but after only a few days here, his mouth already smelled like corn.

"People's hearts are not the same as they used to be. Young people nowadays really don't know how to respect their elders, nor do they know how to be polite." The voice seemed to sigh, and then shouted in a desperate tone: "Come down from the sky, I will come out to see you."

"No way!"

Although he didn't know why the other party asked him to go down, it was best not to do what the enemy wanted him to do. This has always been He Songling's code of conduct.

After hearing this, he not only did not fall down, but flew a little higher.

"You really don't know how to be considerate of the elderly."

The voice had a helpless tone, and then He Songling saw a human-shaped shadow in a trance state similar to that of the Snake Fairy, emerging from the mountain below, floating to the same height as He Songling, and looking at him face to face.

"What the hell are you?"

He Songling fully opened his defense, used his Qi to move the cannon on the ground, and aimed it at the man in the air. At the critical moment, he would rather risk his own life and kill the phantom first.

"How rude! I'm nothing. Bah! What a thing." The shadow fell into He Songling's language trap, spat, and stared at He Songling's Qi chain carefully.

"A lot has changed... I haven't been out for a long time. How can an alien be able to do this? You haven't become an immortal yet, but you can refine your body into innate qi and even use it freely. In my understanding of you over the past thousand years, you are the best person below the immortals."

(End of this chapter)