"How about it, Lord Wu Sect, have you ever expected this change?"

Sima Jin held the witch doll and forced him to "Amber Chen" with a cold voice.

As early as half a Jiazi ago, Jiuchenjun had calculated all the variables, abandoned three "stones" and followed the flow, leading the situation to overturn and change. Even if An Bochen did not come, there would be other young monks coming to the door today, giving their bodies to help Jiuchenjun walk out of the jail of the Witch Temple.

The layout of the fingers is like the butterfly flying on the coast. It flapped its wings and caused a huge wave on the other side. Such a magical technique is so deep that it hides and has a far-reaching plan. I am afraid that even the immortals and gods cannot see through it.

However, there are always many elusive variables hidden under the secrets of heaven, some of which can be ignored, while others are enough to change the already destined destiny.

If Hong Fu had not appeared in the south of Liujing City, An Bochen might have been shot and killed by Wang Xiner. If Sima Jin had not been selected as Concubine Lang by Emperor Kuang, there would have been no A Bochen who had passed the five passes and entered the three towns but was seriously injured. Naturally, he would not have lost the cycle of Zhoutian like now.

Hongfu's unexpected appearance became a variable that Jiuchenjun never expected. Because of this variable, a fatal crack appeared in his flawless layout.

Looking at Sima Jin coming step by step, "An Bochen" looked panicked. He never expected that there would be no trace of vitality in this body, the meridians were empty, and the hands and feet were weak. This feeling seemed to come from one cage to another, completely different from what he had expected day and night in this half of the Jiazi period.

"How could this happen...how is this possible!"

After swallowing his saliva, "Amberchen" was at a loss. Suddenly, he turned around and ran away.

The witch fell from the sky and hit "Amberchen" in the back of the head with a "bang". "Amberchen" shook twice as if drunk, and fell to the ground.

He looked at An Bochen with heartache, Sima Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked down at the witch doll in his hand. "Li Xiaoguan" was squinting his eyes and smiling foolishly, with his signature smugness in his smile.

"I'm afraid you are the ones who are the most popular today. The general of the Crazy Dragon and the Lord of the Wu Sect were both overturned by you, Li Xiaoren."

He reached out and bounced the witch's head, and Sima Jin said helplessly.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the temple hall, and at least twenty or thirty people stopped in the corridor in front of the hall.

A strange voice came. Although Sima Jin could not understand the Man's words, he could hear the respect in the voice.

"Those witches..."

Sima Jin's heart moved and was about to summon the flying dragon, but stopped in a flash.

These witch envoys must have just come in when they saw the dead body outside the Wu Temple, for fear that something might happen to the Wu Sect. Their Wu Sect had long been broken and could not even be found. Sima Jin could use the flying dragon to escape from the Wu Temple. In this way, the "death" of Wu Sect will be heard. Once Wu Sect dies, the power will fall back to the hands of the Barbarian King. How could the Barbarian King easily let go of the small official? Although Sima Jin has obtained the witch who controls the small official, it is more than half a day away from the village. Who knows what changes will happen from tonight to tomorrow?

Xiao Anzi was taken over by Jiuchenjun. If the little official dies again, An Bochen and Sima Jin's trip to the southern wilderness will be really defeated.

Forced himself to calm down, Sima Jin ignored the strange screams that were gradually boiling outside the temple hall, his eyes wandered, and he fell to something not far away, and his eyebrows raised.

"Mo Yu, go and let those three snakes guard the gate."

Summoned the Fu Yao Mo Yu, Sima Jin looked at the three flying snakes that were wandering randomly.

When the wild people practice witchcraft, these witch envoys should be among the best. They are mother insects. Although they are bizarre, they are restrained by the flying snake. The eagle is the nemesis of the snake insect, so it is most appropriate to use the ink feather to drive the flying snake.

As the three strange snakes were forced to the door of the hall by Mo Yu, the breath came out through the door of the hall, and the strange screams in the corridor stopped abruptly. The next moment, the footsteps sounded again, but this time they went backwards and took thirty or forty steps before stopping.

The flying snake and the witch envoys with the body of the worms confronted each other across the door. For a moment, the hall and the hall were silent.

"It's all we can do first."

Sima Jin murmured, turning around and walking towards An Bochen who was unable to rise up.

Mercury flowed, and lost its original mystery and beauty in the moonlight, which made Sima Jin feel so messy.

The panic that had been enduring for a long time finally broke out. The quieter it became, the faster Sima Jin's heart beat. She squatted down and gently stroked An Bochen's cheek, stunned.

Jiuchenjun was right. Sima Jin's last words were indeed bluffing. She didn't know whether An Bochen was dead or alive, or whether she would imprison Jiuchenjun in his body as she thought. Because beyond that, she didn't know what she could do.

Yu Guangzhong, Wuxie, who had been trained again, lay quietly. Although the master fell down, the cold tip of the gun was still sharp, pointing directly to the niche sign on the head of the temple hall and the two lines of so-called prophecies written by ancient gods.

Suddenly, Sima Jin remembered what the old man said that year.

.... People are like sword fetus. When they are first released, they are good and bad... but they have first-class sword fetus, which does not belong to the above two. For those sword fetus, no matter how good or bad, no matter how long they are buried in dust, there will be the day when dust comes out. Just because it is a natural peerless sword.........

"Yes, a natural peerless sword. Even if I haven't appeared, Jiuchenjun has no blink of an eye, you will show your strength because of various other opportunities."

A blush floated on the cheeks, and gradually, Sima Jin's beautiful and charming eyes regained its brilliance: "What a shit layout technique? He tried every means to find his body but found Xiao Anzi, which was simply a death sentence."

............

Looking at the road beneath his feet, the tall and thin man became worried.

He was still in the witch temple the next moment, but he came to this fairyland outside the world. Even though he had experienced strong winds and waves and the darkness of more than a hundred years, he had already seen through the worldly love, but he still felt dazed at this moment. This feeling was like being in a dream, but he knew that this was not a dream, but more like a real mountain, river and river.

In front of him was a fork in the road, with three roads and three boundary markers in total.

A stele on the left is engraved with "Dakuang", the one on the right is engraved with "Southern Wilderness", and the other in the middle is engraved with two familiar and unfamiliar words - "Taoyuan".

"Taoyuan..."

Staring at the plaque in the middle, the man looked complicated and murmured softly.

The man's mountains and rivers looked very big, but it was just an insignificant meteorite in the sky. In addition to the meteorite, luck ran through the sky and flowed slowly. Between this vast fortune and the fall of stars, nine purple beads were floating, and several Taoists stood on the beads.

"The layman's move really makes us confused."

Looking down at the star, the God of Fire showed a strange look.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from beside him.

"It's just that you are confused. Don't involve Shui'er. Shui'er can see clearly the thoughts of the layman."

The woman who likes to bicker with the God of Fire the most in the God of God in the Immortal Palace said with a smile.

"Your Water God..."

Staring at the Water God with dissatisfaction, the Fire God snorted and turned his head to the Feng God who had been silent: "Brother Feng, please say something justice!"

"This..." What Mr. Feng was most afraid of was to be involved in the battle between the two Lords of Water and Fire. He smiled awkwardly and looked at the Qingshan lay Buddhist in front of the three people with help.

"Stop making trouble."

An Bochen finally spoke, looked at the man wandering at the fork in the road, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a lucky thing to be lucky. Fortunately, she took action to force this beast into the Immortal Palace, otherwise the consequences would be worrying."

Hearing this, the Water God King tasted a little, and the slight change naturally could not escape the eyes of the Fire God King. The moment before, he was like a defeated rooster, and the next moment, the Fire God King became a general returning in triumphantly, with a gloomy face.

Water and fire are incompatible, and there is also a wall wind that is inverted on both sides. This immortal palace is becoming increasingly inconsistent.

He sighed helplessly, and An Bochen coughed lightly, looked at the stars from afar and said, "This beast is called Jiuchen Lord. He wants to seize the luck of this layman, but he never thought that he would do everything and fall into the hands of this layman. He used to confuse me in his dream, but now the Japanese layman arranges a good show for him."

"This beast is hateful, why don't the layman kill him to prevent future troubles?" said the Lord of Fire.

"It's ridiculous, Lord Fire God, don't you understand?" But the God of Water took advantage of the situation and said in a narrow way: "My Immortal Palace was attacked by the real demon from the sky for the first time. This guy must have great magical powers. Not only did he not kill him, he woke him up, and astrology fell to take over his luck, which would lead to a great disaster."

After being squeezed by the Water God, the Fire God blushed and retorted silently, and could only be embarrassed.

"What Miss Water said is very much."

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and An Bochen nodded: "The power of this fang is especially above this layman. If he wants to kill him, he will be able to use the power of the thunder beads. If he is not careful, he may destroy the Immortal Palace. In this way, he can only try to make him fall step by step. If he wants to seize my Immortal Palace, I will take his soul."

After the words came to an end, An Bochen's body trembled, but at this moment he faintly noticed a ray of heavenly secrets falling from the vast circumference of the Immortal Palace, but he was unable to get it, and the opportunity to form a cycle of the circumference... It was the body of the Jiuchen Lord.

The thick joy filled Anbo's dust. Looking down, Jiuchenjun had already made up his promise.

The wanderer returns home after a hundred years, where is the local accent in the peach blossom?

After dusting his cloak, Jiuchenjun smiled faintly and walked towards Taoyuan.
Chapter completed!