An Bochen kicked two feet high, and his eyes followed the figure of the Eight-sided King fleeing far away. Even if the Eight-sided King escaped ten or a hundred miles, in An Bochen's eyes in the true fairyland, it was still no different from three or four steps. He could stab him with a single shot.

An Bochen would not shoot out because he was ready to use that move, not giving the Eight-faced King any chance of escape by chance.

His eyes closed and opened, An Bochen's eyes were like curtains, and there seemed to be a brilliant starlight hidden in his pupils, directing towards the Eight-sided King.

Everyone was in a mess around in the palace, but only Ao Ba and the ancestor of Liusha Kingdom, the two peak-level powerful men at the sixth level, looked at An Bochen in horror. Only they could vaguely feel the indescribable aura in the presence.

It is hazy, extremely mysterious, but unfathomable, as if it is a bottomless abyss, and anyone will be deeply trapped as soon as they come into contact with it.

If we have to make a metaphor to describe the aura emitted from Amberchen at this time, it would only be a dream.

Only when the dreams that make immortals fascinate can they be so hazy and deep as a huge abyss, making people unable to defend against.

"A dream of three hundred years, another three thousand years. The Eight-faced King, how mysterious is my dream of my dream compared to your time?"

Amberchen transmitted a voice from afar through the void, and his invisible dream technique was held in his palm, and he was about to fall, oppressing the fleeing Eight-faced King.

Even though he was so pressed by An Bochen, the Eight-faced King was still wrapped in a phantom wind, as if he couldn't stand the light. Hearing An Bochen's voice transmission, the Eight-faced King's faint body suddenly shook, and then accelerated his body movement.

An Bochen snorted coldly, staring at the back of the Eight-faced King, and was about to release the Zhoutian Dream Technique, but at this moment, An Bochen's body suddenly froze and turned his head to look somewhere outside Xiliu.

"Why don't you give it to me such an interesting move?"

The man standing outside the Xiliuhai said to Amberchen.

The vastness of Xiliuhai is not below the four realms of southeast, southwest and northwest. It can transmit messages across a continent, and only true immortals can do it.

The moment An Bochen turned his head, the Eight-faced King took the opportunity to escape.

An Bochen didn't care and ignored the eight-faced king who captured Princess Xisha. His eyes crossed the huge Xiliuhai and fell to the Xiliuhai, in the rolling smoke.

Even though the Eight-faced King is the most powerful monster king in Xiliuhai, in An Bochen's heart, the threat that the Eight-faced King can bring is far less than the man he saw at this time.

The vast waves of smoke were rolling, and between the black mountains and black waters, hundreds of ink-black skeleton horses spewed green flames and rushed towards the waves.

On the horse's back, there were all military generals holding weapons, with heroic hair. In the center, there was a big wing with the word "Shuangmou Lu" written on it.

"Okay, I'll keep it for you."

After a while, An Bochen took back the spear like a pillar and said to Lu Feng with a smile.

However, just a moment later, Amberchen's expression froze again.

Lu Fengqi raised one man and one halberd, holding Shan Chaohai, and leading the generals to the West Liuhai. However, among the generals, An Bochen clearly saw many familiar figures: Li Zilong, Yin Xin, Hua Fei...

Gradually, Amberchen laughed, as if from the bottom of his heart, and as if he was sighing: "Lu Fengqi, have you really become the king of the underworld?"

"How can a mere underworld be king? When there is no master on the ground today, Amber Chen, do you have great ambitions?" Lu Fengqi responded on the bumpy horse's back. He suddenly picked up Fang Tian's painting halberd and threw it into the rolling smoke.

The Chaos Black Sea, which was flowing westward, separated from it, and the rolling sea water surged upwards, forming a water mountain that was thousands of hectares and hundreds of miles high.

Lu Feng raised his hand and stopped the generals from moving forward, and drove up the mount brought from the underworld and galloped up along the water and mountains.

"Amber Chen. You and I come out of the Kuang Banner together, and we also have the ambition to re-establish the Kuang Banner. Today, Mr. Lu is waiting for you here, and he will decide to rule the Kuang Banner on the sea and mountains!"

Lu Fengqi stood on the top of the water and mountain and called out.

"Above the sea and mountains, the lord of Kuangqiu flag!"

"Above the sea and mountains, the lord of Kuangqiu flag!"

"Above the sea and mountains, the lord of Kuangqiu flag!"

......Under the water and mountains, the reincarnation of Lu Fengqi, who followed Lu Fengqi also shouted loudly, and the fighting spirit rolled across the Chaos Black Sea like a tide, sweeping across the West Rift Sea.

The monsters and cultivators in Xiliuhai were all shocked. Except for a few ancestors at the peak of the Sixth Heaven and the monster king, no one knew what had happened. They saw dark clouds like ink in the sky, bleak and silence, and everything was silent, but they thought that a disaster was about to happen.

"My surname is An, your enemy has come to you...Who told you to be so arrogant?"

The clouds were already calm and the wind was light, and Ao Ba muttered to An Bochen with a complicated face.

The others also looked at An Bochen intently, completely forgetting the fact that the Eight-faced King had plundered the Princess of Xisha to escape.

The war spirit is still outside the Xiliuhai, but it can change the color of the heaven and earth, making all living beings in the Xiliuhai fear and restless, which is enough to show that the horror of Anbochen's opponent is especially above the Eight-faced King.

Being able to have such a powerful opponent also shows from the side that Amberchen is powerful.

The wandering cultivators in the Liusha Kingdom, including the ancestor, all looked at An Bochen with admiration, while the children of Yuanjing Sect all held their heads and chests. Among them, Li Xiaoguan was the most proud, but not long after, Li Xiaoguan's face became a little bitter.

"Senior brother, then Lu Fengqi has also broken through to the true immortal?"

Li Xiaoguan asked quietly when he approached An Bochen.

"Yes, it's also a true immortal."

An Bochen said without hesitation. Seeing the disciples of Yuanjing Sect beside him, An Bochen looked at Li Xiaoguan strangely, and then told the disciples about Lu Fengqi's rough deeds.

"Bo Chen, what are you talking about? Are you crazy? Li Zhu has always strictly prohibited people from mentioning Lu Fengqi, saying that this may make the disciples feel unfaithful."

Li Xiaoguan bit his ear and said to An Bochen, looking nervous.

"What are you afraid of? They are your disciples. You have to have confidence in yourself." An Bochen patted Li Xiaoguan on the shoulder, then turned to look at the disciples of Yuanjing Sect who were in reminiscence. After a moment of calm, he said: "When our country was in a disaster, you have not reached the age of wise understanding. Now, it is time to tell you about our country, Kuangqi, and the Eastern Frontier. After a while, your head will explain it to you."

"...Bo Chen!" Li Xiaoguan winked at him with some embarrassment.

Seeing this, An Bochen knew without asking, Li Zhu’s current status in Yuanjing Sect is extraordinary. Although she cannot surpass Li Xiaoguan, she is also the master of the word “Jiudao”.

Although Lizhu’s worries are a bit far-fetched, they are not impossible.

Lu Fengqi, who was once the king of Tiger and Wolf of the Great Kuang, has already made Hua Xiong and other talented generals return, not to mention Lu Fengqi, who is now well-versed in the art of heroes. Lu Fengqi is cold on the outside and cold on the inside, but contradictory, and has a strong infectious power. He doesn't need to say too much, but often a look or an action can make people fall in love with him.

When Lu Feng made his skills to spread throughout the world, it benefited the Great Kuang tigers and wolves, including An Bochen, for life, and the history of Dao skills could continue after the destruction of Great Kuang.

From this point of view, Li Zhu's worries seem to be reasonable.

If such a person standing at the forefront of the history of Dakuang and even the Eastern Realm appears in the sight of the disciples of Yuanjing Sect, and the wave of Fang Tian’s halberd will make many Yuanjing Sect disciples turn against each other.

Perhaps only An Bochen has never been worried about the Yuanjing Sect.

It’s not that An Bochen regards himself as superior to Lu Fengqi, nor that An Bochen is full of confidence in Li Xiaoguan, it’s entirely because An Bochen doesn’t care about it at all.

Whether An Bochen or Lu Fengqi, they are all unparalleled talents who came out of the Eastern Realm Dakuang, with the ambition to restore the Eastern Realm, and this is just a small ambition. Lu Fengqi's great ambition is to achieve great achievements in heaven and earth and last forever. He thought An Bochen was the same as him, but he did not know that he had miscalculated An Bochen's ambition.

As for An Bochen's ambition, except Sima Jin, he was close to Li Xiaoguan and had no idea.

There is no one intimate in the world.

Shaking his head, An Bochen patted Li Xiaoguan's shoulder comfortably, glanced at the disciple of Yuanjing Sect with anticipation, and smiled and said, "Although I am not a member of Yuanjing Sect, I am the senior brother of the head of the sect. I will part today, and I don't know when I will see you. I have a story that I intend to pass on to you."

As soon as the words came, the disciples of Yuanjing Sect burst into complex brilliance, with disappointment and excitement.

The palace, which had a little noise, became quiet as well.

Not only the palace, the country of Liusha, but also the entire Xiliuhai, all became silent and quiet. The extremely solemn fighting spirit of the previous battle quietly retreated when An Bochen finished speaking.

"Are you imitating me?"

Overseas of Xiliu, on the tall water mountain in the Chaos Black Sea, a handsome man with a black horse and black armor murmured. In his eyes that had not shown emotions for a long time, sarcasm, teasing and funny expressions flashed one after another.

Lu Fengqi passed on skills twice and became the unique pioneer in the history of Dakuang Dao Technique.

To be fair, with Lu Fengqi passing skills twice in front of him, even if An Bochen's Taoist skills are outstanding and his gun is excellent, he will not be able to cross the monumental mountain of Lu Fengqi.

"I picked up my Yahui. I didn't expect that you would do such a boring thing."

Lu Fengqi lowered his eyes and was indifferent. At this moment, a powerful and pure aura of Dao swelled from the direction of the country of Liusha, sinking into the underworld, scattering up to the nine heavens.

......

"The way I pass on today is called Wu. Although this way is the acquired way, I have the ambition to carve it into the mystery of the Zhoutian. From now on, anyone who has a fate in heaven and earth can practice it..."

An Bochen raised his eyebrows and shouted, and in the endless respectful eyes of the disciples of the Yuanjing Sect, he flew into the sky, using guns as pens, and using Tianhe as ink, and opening his mouth to lift the pen with pearls, all of which are mysterious.

In the palace, Yan Xiaodao closed his eyes cross-legged, laughed and mourned, and said something in his mouth, as if he had gained something.

On the border of the country of Liusha, Dian Kui lies on a mountain with his eyes wide open and staring at the sky with his head staring at it, and he was vaguely gesticulating something in his hand.

On the Chaos Black Sea, Li Zilong opened his eyes that were full of sorrow all day long, spearing his spear in his chest, Yin Xin and Hua Fei danced with his hands and feet, and the other 108 generals also showed their strangeness, keeping their minds in mind, and pursuing the mystery that Anbochen carved in the world.

......

"Crazy, you're crazy!"

On the high mountain, the sarcasm in Lu Feng's eyes disappeared, replaced by shock and anger.

He has taught the world twice, but after all, it was just because it was most in his interests and because he had no choice. Now, An Bochen preached the world and not only passed it to the disciples of Yuanjing Sect, but also to the 108 generals under Lu Fengqi, and wrote it into a mysterious mystery of Zhoutian, and the real skills passed on to the world.

From then on, the mysterious martial arts will become one of the mysterious mystery of heaven and earth together with the mysterious mystery of thunder, fire, etc. When there are more people practicing, in time, anyone who has become an immortal can draw source power from it.

"Martial Arts... Martial Arts?" Lu Fengqi bit his lower lip, raised his proud head, looked at An Bochen, who was flying in the sun and moon space, and suddenly cursed: "Idiot, what do you want to do!"


Chapter completed!