The boy sitting on the branch had opened his eyes at some point.

If Xu Tai hadn't accidentally glanced, he wouldn't have noticed that the young man in the blue shirt was staring at him motionlessly, with an indescribable weirdness in the quiet, and I don't know how long he had been watching.

What is he doing? Why does he look at me with that look?

Xu Tai's heart beat rapidly, and the more he fought, the more he felt his hands and feet were restricted, and the shadows were continuous, and the whip was gradually chaotic.

The cold wind rolled in from the forest, the figure swayed, and Xu's heart suddenly sank, but the quiet boy floated down, and the rabbits were approaching as they rose and falcons fell.

"Haha, I won't bother Brother An to take action this time, and I will put the formation for the little monk."

Seeing An Bochen awakening, Wuhua's momentum became more powerful, and he danced like the wind, and he took Xu Tai down the plate.

Xu Tai first underestimated Wuhua. Although Wuhua only had the cultivation level of the earth, he was able to win because of his agility and was not inferior when fighting. Xu Tai's momentum gradually declined. Fortunately, he had been through the battlefield for a long time and did not lose confidence. But the An Bochen, who killed Ba Hou Jun, suddenly woke up and stared at him with the seemingly calm but cold eyes, which made him feel irritated, and the whip in his hand was slower.

Seeing this, Wuhua became more determined to fight and freed up his left hand to pinch the seal, and just wanted to take this opportunity to kill Xu Tai.

But at this moment, a roar sounded from behind him, like thunder thunder rising from the ground, scaring him and Xu Tai.

Wuhua was about to speak when he saw a purple thunder passing by his eyes, turning into a big hand halfway, whistling and crushing the copper whip that was entangled with the magic-slaying wand, and suddenly pinched Xu Tai's throat.

Xu Tai fought for many years, but never saw such a strange Taoist technique. He felt panic in his heart. Before he could react, lightning flashed and knocked his head down.

"thump!"

The body fell from the horse's back, and the head cut off by the thunderhand fell almost at the same moment.

When Liujing met three years ago, he was just a shy servant. Although he had killed someone, he had never been so cruel and cruel. On the contrary, he seemed a little guilty after killing someone. Three years passed in a flash, and things changed, and he became a murderer without blinking. However, men should do this.

"Brother An, this won't work. You can't let you show off alone every time you are in the limelight."

After looking at Xu Tai who could not die anymore, Wuhua sighed and shrugged helplessly.

Looking at the soles of her feet, Amberchen whispered.

Although it was so pleasant to kill Xu Tai, it was only in that moment. Before she could rescue her, An Bochen could not calm down the anger in his heart for a whole day.

He looked at An Bochen strangely, Wuhua hesitated and said, "Forget it, let's go to Zhongdu."

Taking a deep breath, Amber Chen looked at Wuhua and smiled apologetically, "I may not be able to go with you."

"I have something to do."

"What's so important? Brother An, the little monk has been waiting for this day for a long time."

This is his own business, and his own battle. I just don't know if it will be his last battle. He doesn't want to bring Wuhua and some people to the fore. It's not that An Bochen is selfless and righteous, but he has a small selfish intention. If he loses this battle, he can't make Emperor Kuang feel better. With Wuhua and the others, Zhang Bushi and the others may be able to kill a few more Kuang generals and a few more legendary masters.

Although An Bochen was only seventeen years old, he had long lost the youthful spirit of an ordinary young man. He planned to deal with Emperor Kuang to the end and build up his momentum, but he didn't wait for him. From now on, he had to embark on the road of no return. From Wu Jing to Shangjing, from one month to half a month, in the past twenty days, he didn't know how many powerful enemies he would encounter or where he would fall.

The road ahead is covered with thorns and murderous intent. No matter how difficult or desperate it is, An Bochen will not retreat.

An Bochen naturally didn't understand what he thought was. He frowned and looked at An Bochen. Wuhua's expression gradually became cold. He sneered for a while, then took the stick and left.

Hesitating, An Bochen did not control the "White Ape Lord" to follow.

An Bochen used the thunder bead to occupy the body of the White Ape's Lord. He originally planned to use him as a killer move to Zhongdu, hide in the side of Wuhua, and accidentally kill the two legendary Lords.

Now, he is about to kill Wu Jing from north to south. Although he is determined to die, An Bochen will not die in vain. Before that, he still has many things to prepare. With the White Ape Lord who has great power in the realm of heaven, who is invincible, it will save him a lot of trouble.

As soon as his mind moved, a white shadow jumped out of the forest. It was the white ape owner who had been taken over by An Bochen.

Looking quietly at the white ape owner with a dull eyes, An Bochen seemed to have seen the emperor sitting alone in the golden throne, who was blinded by his cricket cage.

Sneering, An Bochen copied Wuxie with his back hand, and the gun shadow was as broken as it was, and it blasted towards his feet.

The dust flew over, and as Wuxie advanced deeper and deeper, a hole of fifty or sixty feet deep appeared at the soles of Anbochen's feet.

Withdrawing the gun, Amberchen jumped into the cave, and the White Ape's Lord sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, his eyes gradually regained his spirit, and swept his eyes to the four directions alertly.

Xu Tai, the Western Prefecture Jun, was killed. The powerful men of Qi will soon know that they will send troops to chase An Bochen and avenge Xu Tai. No matter where An Bochen escapes, he will be unable to hide as long as he stays with him for a hundred days. Instead of hiding and wasting time, it is better to dig a hole and crawl in. The White Ape Lord guards the entrance of the cave. His current ten-foot Dharma body should be in the strongest state, and he is invulnerable to swords and guns. It can be said that one man is at the pass, and ten thousand men cannot open it.

Thinking of this in his heart, An Bochen sat cross-legged, his right eye was circulating, his mind wandering out of his body. When he was young, he passed through a deep hole and disappeared after a shadow.

An Bochen was dressed in blue clothes, and was out of the dust, but only those who opened their eyes could see it.

Standing in front of a cave, An Bochen picked up the stone and drew two semicircles on the cave, then tapped three times and hit seven times.

When I was young, ripples floated on the cave, and two doors appeared in the ripples.

A mountain patrol ghost opened the door. When he saw An Bochen, he was stunned at first and asked hesitantly: "I don't know the immortal."

An Bochen said nothing and stepped in. The mountain patrol ghost followed closely behind with fear, shaking the flag and conveying something to the ghost in the cave.

Turning over a rockery, An Bochen saw the God of Xishan wearing a silver cloak strode towards him with a passionate face.

"Where have you been going these days? I haven't been drinking with the old ghost for a long time."

The God of Xishan is generous in nature, and among the seven or eight gods Amberchen knew, he was the one who could talk about the best.

Time is tight, so An Bochen didn't care about asking about his well-being. His eyes firmly locked in the cloak behind the God of Xishan, and said in a deep voice: "I'm here to find the God of the Lord today, and I really have a heartless request."

Hearing this, the God of Xishan was stunned, looked at An Bochen in surprise, and spread his hands and said, "If you want to kill someone, the God of Xishan cannot attack the monks on earth, otherwise it will violate the laws of heaven. You have to borrow money, hehe, the immortal also knows that I, the God of Xishan, is a pauper. You want it."

Before the God of Xishan finished speaking, An Bochen interrupted.

The God of Xishan was stunned, looked at An Bochen strangely, and said, "Brother Wuxie is joking. My cloak is just a defective product, and it can only block the wind."

"Last year, the God said that your cloak was refined when the previous generation God was bored. Although it was a inferior product, it was inseparable from water and fire, and it could withstand a heavy blow to the seventh-grade Taoist talisman."

An Bochen had no time to talk, so he said straight to the point: "If the God can lend it to Wuxie, Wuxie will owe the God a favor."

The God of Xishan laughed and made fun of it.

"Ten years later, the immortals are on the east side. The gods think that you can continue to occupy this western mountain by then?"

An Bochen looked straight into the eyes of the God of Xishan and said calmly.

After the words came, the body of the God of Xishan shook slightly, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he murmured for a while: "How can you know that, too? The Western Frontier is falling, how can the Supreme Immortal not know?"

An Bochen said this as a fool, but he didn't expect that the God of Xishan would have such a big reaction. Ten years later, the immortals in the East seemed much more complicated than they thought. However, An Bochen had no time to think about these things. Looking at the God of Xishan, An Bochen stretched out his hand.g!~!
Chapter completed!