The flying dragon rushed out of the Wu Temple, standing on the left was An Bochen, and the first Wang Feng stood on the right, raging over the heads of a group of witch envoys and rushed straight towards the Southern Emperor.

"Bo Chen!"

Li Xiaoguan, dressed in a pretty good manner, looked at An Bochen who was driving the flying dragon in a dream. After a brief loss of consciousness, he immediately shouted.

Before Li Xiaoguan was happy for too long, Zilongnu stepped forward to block his sight.

"Who are those two?"

Looking at the first Wang Feng who beat the deserted guards to the point of falling flowers and water, Emperor Nan asked with a blue face and frown.

"The first king Feng and Amber Chen."

While talking, the purple dragon girl had already pinched her handprint and waited for the two of them.

Hearing this, Emperor Nan was stunned, his face was full of strangeness, and murmured in a low voice: "That Amber Chen? He has been dead long ago."

Even Emperor Nan had heard of An Bochen's name, but he did not expect that An Bochen looked younger than the rumors. Thinking of all the rumors, Emperor Nan couldn't help but feel afraid and took two steps back and hid behind the purple dragon girl.

Wu Zhu and Wu Envoy who were proficient in witchcraft were arranged halfway up the mountain. At this time, there was only a team of deserted guards and a few elderly witchcraft envoys on the top of the mountain. How could the first Wang Feng, who had already entered the secret technique, was defeated in a large area when he was young.

"Brother Wang Feng, go and deal with Zilongnu. Leave the other one to me."

After passing the deserted guards, only Zilongnu and Huo Chuanyun were blocking Li Xiaoguan. An Bochen glanced at Huo Chuanyun with his head down, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

First Wang Feng didn't say much, jumped out of the flying dragon, turned into a shadow, and rushed to the purple dragon girl.

Until now, everything is going on in an orderly manner, exactly the same as planned. Just break through Huo Chuanyun and rescue the small official, while Sima Jin took Feng Xiaoleng and Yilong to the witch envoy's garrison behind the Wu Temple to snatch the Ninth Princess. I think it was a success.

"Langke, take the call!"

An Bochen shouted softly, pulled out Wuxie, pretending to attack Huo Chuanyun.

In his imagination, his good brother should also pretend to be defeated and go with the flow. After all, Huo Chuanyun was the case in the previous few "fights" and Amber Chen was extremely confident about the short-term but destined friendship between the two.

But when Huo Chuanyun raised his head, An Bochen was stunned.

Huo Chuanyun's bronze eyes flashed with complex brilliance, with questions, disappointments, and a hint of guilt.

In an instant, An Bochen's heart became cold and he faintly realized something was wrong.

More than just not good.

The cicada wing was unsheathed, and Huo Chuanyun put his hands together to put his sword together, raised it from it, with a look of indifference.

Taishan. Domineering sword!

Faced with Huo Chuanyun's sword force, An Bochen's heart was beating wildly. He had no choice but to pour a cycle of power into his arms and exert it from Wuxie.

"boom!"

One is a spiral outward, the other is a contraction inward, and two strange forces collided together, and the remaining force swept open and swept down a large area of ​​rocks.

After all, An Bochen's attack was stronger than Huo Chuanyun. As the swords and guns attacked each other, Huo Chuanyun's face flushed and he retreated repeatedly. The purple dragon girl beside her was frightened. The Southern Emperor's face was bloodless, and only Li Xiaoguan slapped her and kept applauding.

Just when the battle situation seemed to be unsurprising, the boy holding the gun suddenly froze, and the hand holding the gun couldn't stop trembling.

Huo Chuanyun slashed with a backhand, but wanted to take the opportunity to avoid Wuxie's edge.

The power he released was only more than a thousand kilograms. However, when this only thousand kilograms of force hit the silver spear from the tip of the knife, An Bochen's shoulders trembled, and his whole body was planted diagonally like a kite with a broken string.

Silent.

Almost everyone opened their mouths and looked at Amber Chen, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground in disbelief. For a moment, no one knew what had happened.

The dignified Crazy Dragon General, An Bochen, who left behind legendary sections on the Guannan Desert Road, was defeated in the two matches... This is incredible.

"Well, the true form is finally revealed."

A cold laugh sounded from the side. Everyone turned to look and saw an old man in red robe appeared in front of the cliff.

The old man touched his chin and stared at An Bochen who was trying to support his body. He said with a sarcastic look: "I have lost all my cultivation and have no strength. I dare to come and seize treasures. I really don't know how to live or die."

After the words fell, everyone was uproared.

The first Wang Feng looked surprised.

The purple dragon girl had a strange expression.

Emperor Nan breathed a sigh of relief.

Huo Chuanyun's hand holding the knife shook suddenly, and he stared at An Bochen in a daze, his eyes full of regret.

Only Li Xiaoguan started to cry and scream, looking at An Bochen with tears in his eyes, trying to pounce on him, but was stopped by Zilongnu.

While panting, An Bochen leaned on Wuxie and shakingly supported his body.

The sun had just risen to the middle sky, as if hanging above everyone's heads, and it was so hot that An Bochen could not open his eyes.

Through the blurry aperture, Amberchen saw the tiger-toothed boy with a guilty look on his face. Just like many years ago, Amberchen smiled at him and signaled him not to blame himself.

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too self-righteous and wanting to seize treasures, but forget that Huo Chuanyun had already reminded him not to interfere. His name and surname lurking beside Emperor Kuang must be his reason, perhaps it is related to today's farce.

With a wry smile, An Bochen looked at the old man in red robe and looked at the first Wang Feng again: "Brother Wang Feng, he is Jiuchenjun."

He has not lost yet. Even though his true colors are revealed, he still has the first Wang Feng and Sima Jin who is going to find the Ninth Princess.

Upon hearing this, the first Wang Feng tightened his back, turned his head, and stared at the old man in red: "Where is she?"

"What's her?" The old man in red robe shrugged, his face full of inexplicable feelings.

"Yue Qingqing." A trace of anger flashed through his white eyes. The first Wang Feng took two steps forward and forced the old man in red robe.

"Secret Yue..."

The old man in red robe, namely Jiuchenjun, chewed softly, looked at the eyes of the first Wang Feng again, and a sudden look appeared on his face, and then turned into a strong absurdity: "So that's it. It seems that your surname is first. I didn't expect that a hundred years later, the descendants of the first clan would be mixed with the descendants of the Yue clan again. This fate is really impermanent."

With a sigh, Jiuchenjun raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "I know who lied to you. He thought I didn't know where Yue Qingqing was, and you would blame me for what happened more than a hundred years ago. Unfortunately, he calculated it but missed the treasure that was about to be born. Although I don't know where Yue Qingqing is in your mouth, the treasure that was about to be born is very psychic. For the sake of your relationship, I will lend it to you after I get the treasure. The treasure is about to be born. You have been looking for her for so long, and you are not in a hurry. Whether what I say is true or false, you can tell it at that time."

He said to the first Wang Feng as if no one was around. Jiuchenjun did not take Zilongnu and Huo Chuanyun seriously at all, let alone the dying A Bochen.

He glanced at An Bochen, and Jiuchenjun did not hide his compliment at all. Mr. Yi told the first Wang Feng to come to Nanhuang to help An Bochen with his help, but because he did not count the birth of the Tai Chi Moral Furnace, Jiuchenjun easily told the first Wang Feng.

Seeing that the first Wang Feng was silent, An Bochen knew that he was moved, and his heart sank, but he still looked at Jiuchenjun with a sneer: "Before you got that treasure, you started talking big?"

"Who said I didn't get that baby?"

He looked at An Bochen jokingly, and Jiuchenjun laughed: "The golden boy is here, and the ninth princess has been taken away by Aqi. Do you think you can be regarded as the yellow bird if you hide in the witch temple? It's funny in the end it's still a waste."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen's heart had already sunk to the bottom.

I thought that Sima Jin and the others would at least tie with Jiuchenjun, but they missed the seemingly insignificant Wu Zhu Aqi. A few days ago, Aqi left Xiaoguan and had no news. An Bochen and Sima Jin didn't care and focused on Jiuchenjun, but they didn't expect that in the end, it was the inconspicuous witch Zhu who ended everything.

A strong sense of frustration arose, and An Bochen lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and his face was full of reluctance.

Even if he is unwilling to accept it, he is helpless. When it comes to wisdom, he is only eighteen years old and is still no match for Jiuchenjun.

The sun began to deflect westward, and the sunlight fell on the leaning tower, reflecting a shadow that happened to fall at the feet of Amberchen.

The shadow trembled, like a dancing sword.

It was not until this time that everyone on the top of the mountain discovered that the giant tower standing obliquely behind them was shaking, making a rustling sound.

Not just the southern desert and east mountain.

Zhongdu, north of the desert, east sea, and the extreme west.

There is also an extremely strange leaning tower in these four places. At almost the same time, five leaning towers swayed and trembled, as if the sword blades inserted into the earth were gathered for tens of millions of years, and they wanted to stab the sky.

"Crash!"

With five loud noises coming out, the mud and stones surrounding the Leaning Tower peeled off layer by layer, scattering, revealing the original appearance of the Leaning Tower. Its shape is like a sword, but its colors are different.

Jiuchenjun, wearing an old man's skin in a red robe, seemed to have not expected this, or rather, he did not expect this to happen now.

People's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. I looked up at the five-color halo that overflowed from the top of the leaning tower in the five directions and soared into the sky clouds. A strong awe appeared on Jiuchenjun's face, and he was muttering something in a low voice.

On the other side, An Bochen, who was holding a gun in one hand, also stared at Amano in a daze, saying something almost exactly like Jiuchenjun.

"The gods and monsters are playing the world with the consequences, and the five elements are settled and the emperor returns... Is the first prophecy coming true..."
Chapter completed!