Anbo's dust spear was stabbed out in the character "Ten", and the gun shadow spread across the sky, and it also sealed the escape route of the eight-faced king living in the palace.

The Eight-faced King also knew that his breath was locked by this shot and could not be avoided, so Suxing gave up.

Under the night, the huge and dark palace seemed to move, but the direction it moved was not front, back, left, left, or up, but along some strange route, gradually moving away.

An Bochen could see at a glance that it was the Eight-faced King who was using his cyclical mystery of time, moving the Quicksand King Palace to make a leap in time, from now to the past, or from now to the future. Once the palace escapes from the current time, even if An Bochen's speed of one shot really surpasses time, there is nothing he can do, because the space of time is boundless and difficult to find.

At the critical moment, An Bochen reversed the spear head, Wuxie followed the direction he stabbed backwards on the same track, and the speed was also astonishingly fast.

The moment the silver spear returned, thousands of streams of light jumped out from the palm of Anbochen's palm, connecting with the glory of millions of stars, like thousands of rivers splashing, which was spectacular, but not visible to ordinary people's naked eyes.

The first shot straight was directed towards the front, whether it was time or space. And An Bochen's shot back was not only a back spike in space, but also a back spike in time.

The speed of Amberchen's second shot was much faster than the first shot. He stabbed the same track and directly offset the first shot.

Neither of these two shots happened. In other words, time returned to before Amberchen fired the gun.

The sound of guns resounded throughout the world, and it was like a big bell ringing.

The quicksand palace, which had gradually disappeared, became clear again and appeared in front of Amberchen.

The surprised voice of the Eight-faced King came out. He never expected that the back of this new arrival in the True Immortal Realm would have mastered some of the mystery of time.

Gradually, the Eight-faced King returned to peace: "So that's it. You actually used the positive and negative source power of the gun to reverse time."

Anbochen hung his gun on the ground, looked at the palace from afar, and smiled and said, "You have lived in Xiliuhai for a long time, and I don't know the situation outside. To put it in a bad way, it's like a frog in a well, looking at the sky in a well, thinking that the wellhead is the sky."

The eight-faced king was silent, and An Bochen continued, "But you don't know that most of the true immortals in the sky and the earth have begun to pursue the mystery of time. There are many people who understand it as much as your level."

Under the dark night, one person and one palace confronted each other. The monster in the palace was silent for a long time and finally spoke out: "What you said is unreasonable. Time is profound and profound. How many people can understand it at will? The reason why I can master it in the true fairyland is the entire reason."

Speaking of this, the Eight-faced King suddenly stopped.

"I only used it for five years and it has mastered it." Amberchen laughed: "How do you explain?"

The tone of the face king showed that he was quite dissatisfied: "You are using brute force! You can practice speed until you exceed time, so you can naturally turn back time. Although you can turn back time with a gun, you are just using a gun. You know almost nothing about the mystery of time!"

"The way of guns and heaven, and the way of cultivation of thousands of great ways will be the same as the way of time."

An Bochen was too lazy to explain anything to the Eight-sided King and said in a hurry.

The things that the Eight-faced King said were contrary to common sense because the Heavenly Palace was born, and the mysterious immortals of that year were defeated back to the true immortals and their status decreased. In the fight with the later true immortals, they expose the mysterious secrets about time, so that the immortals in this life could already reach some of the mysterious immortals in the realm of the true immortals.

This is the way of heaven, and the general trend is hard to resist.

It also shows from another perspective that in this world that has been declining for millions of years, Taoism will prosper.

"It is the way of heaven"

Amberchen murmured in his mouth, his eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he suddenly thought of.

Before the next sentence was read out, Amberchen's third shot was stabbed out, and he still couldn't see him taking action. He strolled in the moon-filled road leading to the palace. The gun tip above his head tore the night clouds. As Amberchen advanced step by step, hundreds of huge gun tips were arranged in the capital of the Quicksand Kingdom.

Each gun is as huge as a mountain, rotating in the thin clouds under the moonlight, surrounding the palace where the eight-faced kings are hiding.

Before the gun was released, the murderous aura had already swept across the sky, and even the battlefield outside the sky was shaking. The soldiers who fought fiercely controlled the dragons and drove the crane cart under them and looked down in surprise.

Somewhere outside the sky, a turtle-backed dragon-tailed Xuanwu stands on the side of Tianhe River. This Xuanwu is so big that it can be said to be the hang of the sky, as big as the Dongyue Mountains in the Five Towns of Haidu back. On the back of Xuanwu, there happened to be a mountain. The palace is undulating on the mountain. The martial arts field in front of the palace is full of murderous aura, and from time to time, immortals with strange appearances fly out.

Xuanwu is one of the most powerful monsters in ancient times. Even though it has been passed down to this day, it is difficult to survive one of the descendants' magic powers, but it is still a very powerful existence that is comparable to the true fairyland immortals. It is an incredible thing to be able to recover a Xuanwu and control it as a slave. Tuofushan Palace is enough to show that the strength of the owner in this palace has reached the best in the world.

As for the owner of this palace, he can indeed be regarded as one of the best anti-kings in the world.

The blue smoke curled and the piano sounded. A tall man with long white hair was wearing a gorgeous robe, a golden crown, drinking dark red liquid wine, and watching the blind woman playing the piano.

The anti-King praised.

His Highness and the generals and ministers were suspicious and whispered to each other in a loss of knowledge.

It was not until half a stick of incense that the slow-responsive Xuanwu trembled and the palace in the mountains was shaking.

The gun alone can startle the sky, shake the mountains and draw the mountains. If this gun is stabbed out, the consequences can be imagined.

All the ministers in Dongyue could see the shock from their colleagues.

As if he knew everyone's thoughts, the Dongyue King sitting in the middle of the hall smiled and said, "He is just so scary. He never dared to shoot this gun. This gun has reached the extreme of the gun, and it has been less than two hundred years since he destroyed the continent and the sea."

Speaking of it later, the voice of King Dongyue couldn't help but feel a little heavy, as if a gust of cold wind blew from the north, and the ministers in the hall were silent.

Everyone knows that the King of Dongyue has a bad temper and is moody, which is often especially true when he is jealous.

"My beloved concubine, do you still count your prophecy back then?"

Looking at the slim back of the woman playing the piano, the King of Dongyue muttered to himself.

What this shot alarmed was not only the King of Dongyue who was still outside the sky, but also the land shining with ice and blue moon under the nine heavens, deep in the underworld, and people also looked out from afar.

"Purple Dragon, if you use a gun at the same level, how many matches can you fight?" asked the man with the Xuan Armor Painted Squid.

The general of the Silver Alcengeal Muslim stared at the gun in his hand in a daze, and after a while, he lowered his head: "His opponent is you, you should ask yourself this sentence."

"His gun has reached the point where I can't see through it. Fortunately, he may not be able to understand my current halberd." Lu Fengqi's tone was not discouraged or thrilled. Now he, the uncrowned king of the underworld, can be calm and unscathing. The cold and cruel king of tigers and wolves who were determined to pursue Taoism two hundred years ago have long disappeared.

"Don't you find it strange?" Li Zilong thought for a while and said, "He has been hiding his name for so long and has been hiding for so long. He suddenly stabbed such a shot. Who are he showing him?"

"Anyway, it's not us." Lu Fengqi said: "But it should also remind him who is the real master of Kuangqi."

An Bochen turned into ten thousand guns with one shot. The gun carried the power of destroying the world, but it was hanging on its own, and the might of the eight-faced king hiding in the palace.

If you can exert such power in one shot, there may be many true immortals who can do it. They may stab ten thousand guns. If you can do it in such a way, there are few and fewer guns. However, you can maintain the gun force for so long, without stabbing it out or falling back, and maintain such gun force over and over again, and there is almost no one.

Until a stick of incense passed, the Eight-faced King did not speak again. An Bochen, a junior who had broken through the True Immortal Realm for five years, was so powerful that it was far beyond his expectations.

Standing in front of the palace, Amberchen's eyes crossed the palace wall and fell towards the sentient beings trapped in the time trap.

Retract the gun, draw it, and then draw the gun.

An Bochen completed three actions in one go.

If you want to rescue everyone under the eyes of the Eight-faced King, you can no longer be as casual as before.

The time cage set by the Eight-faced King for everyone is a cycle of cycles over and over again. From the incident to the present, I don’t know how many days have passed in the palace. Anbo Chen didn’t understand the mystery of time and did not dare to stab into the palace with one shot and break the time cage, for fear that one would be inadvertent, which would harm everyone. Therefore, he could only use a stupid method to go against the direction of the palace time and stab back with one shot until the time flows back and synchronizes with the time outside the palace.

Amber Chen Shen was solemn, standing outside the palace, spearing back and stabbing, repeating constantly.

This gun with speed that exceeds time is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Each gun is extremely exhausting. Soon, even with the body of Anbochen, two or three beads of sweat emerge from his forehead.

Until now, the Eight-faced King has not spoken, as if it has disappeared. But An Bochen knew that he was still hiding in a corner of the palace, ready to escape or fight back at all times.

Amberchen seemed to have the upper hand at this time, but because his gun was too domineering, he forced the Eight-faced King to have no chance to fight back.

But the Eight-faced King is an old-fashioned true immortal after all, how could his true strength be the only one?

While saving everyone trapped in the palace, An Bochen was careful to prevent the Eight-faced King from suddenly appearing and caught him off guard.

The long night is long and the bright white moon begins to slide westward, and this day is about to pass.

But in the palace, the 937th time the same day is about to begin.

The Xisha princess stood in the boudoir with expressionless face.

Li Xian came late and was stunned.

Li Xiaoguan's eyes were straight, his body no longer trembled, but he was already numb.

Even Ao Ba gave up his resistance and walked in the afternoon from Longmen Inn to the palace, he looked like a puppet, following him step by step.g!.


Chapter completed!