On the turbulent river, more than a dozen warships were rushing together. From time to time, monks jumped out of the ship and fought fiercely.

The sunset is setting, and the shadows of trees reflect the pool of blood in the river. Darkness and blood intertwined, flowing into the distance with the dark sky.[]

An Bochen stood on the far slope and watched quietly.

The wind gradually stopped, and the battle between the two states came to an end.

This is the seventh battle that Amberchen saw during his three-day trip. The two states that fought were poor and martial, and the other state was insidious and cunning.

Unless the gentleman country An Bochen really couldn't imagine that there would be such a country in the world. The people's personalities were divided into three types: integrity, fighting, cunning, and living together in the country. They often provoke wars, not fighting for the country, but just seek legitimate rights.

The people of these three countries all think that they are the real gentlemen, and they are dissatisfied with each other, and fight every year, and die in batches of monks, but they have not yet distinguished themselves from each other.

An Bochen came to the country of gentlemen just to gain the faith of the people and to become the gods of the country of gentlemen.

However, the people of the three states are not the same. If Anbochen helps one of the states, he will definitely offend the other two states. Even if he kills all the people of the other two states, they will be reborn through the cycle of reincarnation in the gentleman country.

In other words, according to ordinary methods, Amberchen will never be able to gain the common beliefs of the three nations of gentlemen, unless they can resolve the conflicts and hatreds between them.

"The national hatred is deeply rooted and remains the same for thousands of years, so it is not so easy to resolve."

An Bochen murmured in a low voice, sighing in his heart.

Living in a gentleman country is like a year, and just three days passes like three years. An Bochen ponders hard, scrambles his stomach, and has no clue yet.

"I would have loved Hongfu, she would have much more ideas than me."

With a wry smile, An Bochen walked down the hillside, stepped into the wind, and drifted towards the capital in the distance.

Looking down from the sky, the three countries of gentlemen are like three blooming flowers, relying on each other, just like the people of the three countries with different temperaments. They depend on each other, lack one country but cannot form a gentlemen's country, and they also dislike each other, wanting to put each other to death for generations.

The battle aura of war in the capital of Nabon where An Bochen went. Even under the dark night, the battle cloud was still as scarlet as blood, which was shocking. Needless to say, it was naturally the battle afflicted by Nabon.

When she entered the city, An Bochen felt that the atmosphere in the city was a bit strange and calm. An Bochen listened to the sobs from the houses on both sides of the street. Not only one family, but thousands of families in the city all approved their filial piety clothes and cried bitterly.

An Bochen's heart moved, his figure disappeared, and he was already in front of the capital palace when he appeared again.

There is only one possibility for the whole city to mourn, and a big man in the capital died.

An Bochen did not think it was coincidental that this country was extremely powerful and aggressive. Even the king of the country often went on battle and charged in person.

Hiding in front of the palace gate, An Bochen saw medical officials in a hurry and look tired. From time to time, folk doctors were summoned to the palace. They came and went quickly, and all looked regretful.

It seems that the big man is not dead yet and is still surviving.

An Bochen was slightly happy. At this point, he could only use the stupidest method to show kindness to the three kings one by one in order to gain their faith.

In the night wind, Anbochen slowly appeared. When the warrior guarding the palace gate saw that Anbochen's expression changed drastically, he raised his knife and stabbed him without saying a word.

Each of these warriors has the strength of a natural grade, which shows the strength of a fighting country.

The blade stopped one foot in front of An Bochen and did not make any progress.

At this time, An Bochen was wearing a high crown and a robe with a flowing cloud. He was also picking up a whisk in his left hand, which looked quite fairy-like.

"Hmph" and Amber Chen was suspended in the air. The warriors were shocked when they saw this. The man in charge looked up and down Anberg Chen, put away his knife, and bowed: "Do you dare to ask if you are an immortal?"

"That's right, I came here and saw the palace full of sorrow and death energy flowing, so I came to take a look."

An Bochen said with a hypocritical look on his face.

The samurai leader hesitated for a moment and bowed to Amberchen, "Sir, please wait for a moment, and then go and invite the lord."

Amberchen nodded.

The samurai leader walked in a hurry. After a while, An Bochen saw a figure flying out from the depths of the palace garden. The person came was a burly middle-aged man with a cultivation level of the first level of the realm of the realm of the Heavenly Realm. He wore a crown and a dragon robe. He fell on the ground and walked on the dragon and tiger steps. He was majestic, but there was a slight evil spirit between his eyebrows.

"The immortal elder is just right. The little girl is critically ill. No one can be watched. The immortal elder can come to the country of gentlemen today. It is really an opportunity for the little girl. Please take a look at it."

The king said straight to the point, as if he was very sure that An Bochen would help.

After years of fighting, the middle-aged king naturally showed a tremendous demeanor as he spoke.

An Bochen didn't think it was strange, so he nodded slightly, and as the king walked into the palace, the warriors behind him all showed joy.

There were no seriously injured patients deep in the palace, only a sumptuous banquet.

An Bochen was stunned. Before he could speak, the king said, "If the immortal elder does not care about being negligent, he will eat here, and the little girl can still wait."

After observing his words and expressions, the king had guessed what An Bochen was thinking, and smiled and said, "I have never seen the immortal leader before. The immortal leader is not an overseas god, but an alien immortal. He consumes his energy overseas. The immortal leader quickly has a full meal to treat his daughter."

The king of the country looks fierce, brave and aggressive, but his mind is very detailed.

An Bochen commented in his heart, and was not polite, so he swept the remaining clouds and swallowed all the wine and meat on the table when he was young.

"Immortal, please." Seeing that An Bochen was done, the king led An Bochen into a hall in the harem.

Pushing open the hall door, An Bochen walked slowly in, and saw a pale girl lying on the bed, stained with blood by the quilt. An Bochen looked carefully and saw that the girl's lower abdomen had been smashed by heavy objects, revealing a big blood hole in the palm. It happened to be the lower dantian, and the lower dantian was destroyed and the soul was dying. The girl's cultivation level was about to be in the Nascent Soul stage, which was the strength of a divine master. It was not easy to be able to drag it to this day.

"In a fierce battle the day before yesterday, the little girl was assassinated by those villains and has been unconscious until now. The medical officers say that the little girl can't be saved."

The middle-aged king showed grief at this time.

Although a gentleman country can reincarnate, after reincarnation, who knows that his daughter will be reincarnated into which family? The king loves his daughter very much. He knows that his daughter cannot escape death, but he still refuses to give up easily.

"I don't know that the Immortal Chief may save him. If I can save my little girl, I will definitely thank you again."

Seeing An Bochen pondering silently, the king looked anxious.

After a while, An Bochen sighed: "I have a magic pill that can cure white bones and bring back life, but I spent nearly a thousand years collecting herbs and refining them, only one..."

Before he finished speaking, the king had bowed to the end, and his tiger's eyes were wet: "If the immortal chief is willing to rescue him, I will not forget the immortal chief's great kindness and virtue."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen was secretly happy.

After pondering for a long time, An Bochen seemed to have made great determination and slapped his thigh: "Forget it, I can be here today, so I am destined to be with you."

In the mid-aged king's ecstatic eyes, An Bochen took out the Jade Creation Pill.

In addition to the Yuchuang Dan, Anbochen also had Zhang Qi used his soul renewal pill to buy him. Although the girl was seriously injured, she was not taken seriously by Anbochen. It is rare to have the opportunity to try the efficacy of the Yuchuang Dan, which can also make the king grateful. Anbochen naturally would not waste only two soul renewal pills left.

An Bochen watched silently as he gave the girl a jade creation pill.

Not long after, the king of the countryside showed joy on his face. With his cultivation, he could naturally see that the girl's broken skin and bones were gradually recovering at an extremely slow speed, and her soul was regaining its vitality.

"I will spend some more energy to help her recover quickly."

An Bochen smiled and reached out to the girl's lower dantian. The king of the country naturally thanked him very much.

But at this moment, An Bochen frowned.

Suddenly, a powerful force came from outside the palace, and he pulled up the girl's soul and rolled into the distance.

An Bochen did not let the soul run away, and snorted coldly, Zhou Tianyuan's power surged out of his arms, trying to keep the girl's soul.

But what An Bochen never expected was that the suction force suddenly increased a hundred times, not only easily swept away the girl's soul, but also made An Bochen stagger.

"clang!"

The death knell rang somewhere in the palace, and the girl's breath weakened again, like a shaking flower in the wind.

The middle-aged king looked blankly, from joy to generation, and under the ups and downs, his body shook violently, spitting out blood, and sitting on the ground.

"Chu'er's fate has long been destined, it is God's will." With a smirk, the king suddenly aged ten years.

"What power is that? There are still true immortals in the country of gentlemen?" An Bochen asked with a frown.

"It's not a true immortal, it's reincarnation." The king waved his hand, ignored An Bochen, and staggered out of the hall.

The cycle of reincarnation in a gentleman country seems to be inevitable...

His figure disappeared into the palace, and Anbochen rose up with the wind and flew towards the distance along the force.

Flying out of the capital and the country, Amberchen came to the intersection of the three nations.

In front of me was a dark ocean, with the island in the central ocean standing.

Flying slowly towards the island, Amberchen's heart beat faster, and through the deep and dark night, Amberchen saw the source of the power of reincarnation.

It was a pair of eyes filled with tyrannical redness... not one pair, but a triple pair.

When Amberchen landed on the island and looked up, he saw three huge monsters.

The breath of emerald from ancient times was pressing towards him, and Amberchen took a deep breath and stood firmly.

The songs in the pearl chains sounded at this time, echoing up and down the island. The three copper-cast snake men returned to tranquility in the singing, and the breath that was overwhelming the heaven and earth disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Looking at three snake man statues as high as a hundred feet tall, Amberchen's eyes fell to their palms, and saw a cyclone flowing rapidly there, light and shadow flowing, half black and half white, from time to time, the soul floated from a distance, fell into a vortex, and then disappeared.

"Reincarnation?"

An Bochen said to himself.
Chapter completed!