Chapter 220: Pot hanging

The sky has entered the night, and the afterglow of the setting sun has been wiped away by the dark blue night sky. If it were in the previous world, now is the most vigorous time for a city.
However, this city is even more deserted.
Langren draped the hair behind his head, his shoulders slumped and his hands were pockets. He wore a loose light-colored long-sleeved shirt with a light and breathable Xuanbing suit. The trousers of sports trousers were tied for easy movement. The waist was tied with silver-gray machinery Style belt.
It didn't look like an irritable ruffian, the passers-by who had passed by Langren before involuntarily speeded up and pulled away from him.
Langren walked aimlessly among the gloomy city roads, searching for a suspicious atmosphere.
‘It’s been two days since the last disappearance. If the average is calculated, there should be some movement today, but I don’t know how to seduce them. ’
Rows of street lights shining clear white light stood in the street, and besides him, there were only a few passing vehicles on the spacious street.
Langren's divine consciousness expanded to cover a range of ten meters around his body, not a large range, but if he was attacked, he would have enough time to react.
However, Langren walked this way all night, until the sky began to appear white, he did not encounter strange things.
"Wait tomorrow? Tsk, could it be that my purpose is too obvious?"
Langren had some doubts in his heart, but it was a pity that it was already dawn, and he had to return to his accommodation to rest. After all, he had been walking all night, and he was only 20 years old and could still feel a little soreness in his legs.
"It's not a good decision to face the enemy in this state..."
Bringing a breakfast, Langren walked up the stairs of the hotel step by step, brushed the door control, and closed the door smoothly.
Putting down the breakfast on the table, Langren lifted the sheets hanging on the edge of the bed, and glanced at the black iron sword underneath.
Although he knew that not many people could take it away or even touch this sword, Langren was still a little worried.
The black iron sword is repellent to the planet's construction system, and it is extremely lethal at critical times, especially for living things.
I wanted to bring it around and be safer, but I couldn't put this thing in the folded belt, I don't know if it is "format unsupported".
Langren's gaze fell on its sharp sword tip, slowly moving upward along the inscribed groove of the sword body.
"This rune... Knife pattern?"
Every time Langren looked at the patterns on it, such suspicions grew in his heart.
Tuk tu tu.
A knock on the door suddenly sounded, Langren smoothly covered the black iron sword under the bed sheet, and turned to the door.
Pressing the button on the side of the door frame with one hand, a projector on the top projected the appearance of the door on the door panel.
He was an unknown young man, dressed in work uniform, and the name badge was also the hotel's name.
"Is there a problem?"
Langren opened the door through the door, and the voice was picked up by the microphone and turned to the door in real time.
"Sir, do you need to change the duvet cover?"
Langren glanced at his brand-new untouched sheets, and then rejected the other party.
The small episode did not disturb Langren, he quietly sat back at the table and ate breakfast.
"Huh, how can there be time to ask the residents if they want to change the sheets? Has this guy done this before?"
Langren said in disdain, but he also made up his mind and will check out in a while. It seems that he can only wait for the next house to rest.
Without procrastination, after eating breakfast, Langren took away even the breakfast trash. The room was returned as it was, and he checked out and left.
Carrying the iron sword wrapped in a black (symbiotic body) sheath, Langren looked up the map of the city in his mind and marked out an area according to the missing persons.
"It sounds interesting, Huxuan Plain, do you know how this name came from?"
Karma fire salted fish paralyzed on the sea of ​​consciousness, the sea was made by his mind to make a soft backrest sofa, controlling a group of fluttering operating modules, reaching out to circle the word pot hanging on the projected map .
Langren's attention was on the missing spot, and when he heard the karma fire breaking his mouth, he expressed curiosity.
Although the karma fire is him, they need to occupy the body at the same time if they want to communicate with each other. Normally, the information exchange between the two parties still needs to exchange consciousness.
"Hu Xuan? Is it possible that it is another word for Xiuxian civilization?"
"No, no, this is their native development vocabulary. Huxuan is also an ancient story handed down. This is the name of a creature."
"Is it related to what we are going to do?"
Hearing Langren's questioning, Ye Huo sat up and smiled.
"If we don't know Yuhuaxian, don't know the immortal cultivator, and don't have this sword, then this story may not be relevant, but now we need to consider the connection. Why did Wizea tell us here?"
Langren took a breath, his body was a little tired, he sat on the public seat by the roadside, closed his eyes and took a nap.
"He probably wanted to use my hand to mess up things here, right? Xingluo Temple, it’s not difficult to learn about me from Qiao Jiang Luo Zeyue. It’s easy to know that Lingzhou and I are dead enemies. Although I don’t know if Lingzhou still recognizes my "dead" opponent."
"Yes, we are very special. Starting from the D-level, we were lucky to participate in this planet-level undercurrent change. The spirit boat and the Xingluo Temple were assassinated, and then the alien cultivators showed a real but illusory There is even a star source in the history of the star source. Wizaya is looking at the fluctuations of the star source rules to detect the battlefield where you kill the leader of the feathered fairy. We know so much now that he specifically reminded us to come here."
Karma Huo waved his hand, and the modules in front of him that looked like a cloud of nebula suddenly expanded, and a search page was picked up by Karma Huo's finger, holding it as if a piece of paper was in his hand.
"The pot hangs, it is very tall, and its feet are as thin as vines but towering between the sky and the earth, with a strange body shape like a stone..."
"Stop! For the point, don't read classical Chinese to me."
"Oh, the specific image described is a huge rock floating in the clouds, with many tentacles reaching out to touch the ground to move, and there are countless tentacles stretching out into space. Like a node connecting heaven and earth, the tentacles on the ground can regenerate, and the records of the time are inexhaustible."
"What do you get it for?"
Langren was curious, is it possible that the tentacles of this kind of thing can still be eaten?
"Eat, the rock paintings in the record have all painted scenes like this. The primitive people gathered together under the tentacles and grilled their tentacles. They spent the harsh winter without food for year after year. But then one day, this behemoth showed no signs. Disappeared, there is no trace left. The name Huxuan is a homophonic sound from the sound it made. Later civilization passed on. The ancient people called it the place of Huxuan. It may appear more than humans on this planet. It's still early."
"...Compared with Pangu Kaitian." Langren nodded. This story sounds ridiculous, but now he can only listen to it seriously~EbookFREE.me~ There are many in it. The artistic processing of ancient people, but it doesn't matter. If you combine Wizea's hint, can you introduce something? "
Karma fired his mouth open, revealing a sharp tooth, and Langren realized that this guy had actually begun to have a concrete structure of his internal organs. Before, he had only a human-shaped outline.
"Pushing, you can push it any way you want. To push the spirit boat, they found the remains of the pot hanging, but this kind of thing Xingluodian really inferred, the war will not start now. In another direction, we can say that the thing is still It may be an exploration drone with a self-repair function from a certain civilization..." Langren touched his chin helplessly.
But... it's inexhaustible, isn't it like a little guy's super power? But she still has the ability to heal, which is not mentioned in the record.
Langren narrowed his eyes and wrote down secretly.
The few cultivators in the record appeared in reality, and Langren had to start thinking about himself.
I just don't know if Wizea really hinted at this.