An Bochen came to ancient times and cultivated in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm with Sima Jin for half a year, making him feel comfortable and free. The so-called way of practice opened and ran, An Bochen relaxed for half a year, and now he came to the Netherworld Sect and realized the truth in one day. Naturally, he had five senses of spiritual communication, observing the heaven and earth, and gained a lot.

However, what An Bochen most wanted was how to use the missing one of the ninety-nine Zhoutians to restrict Xuanxian with the power of the True Immortal Realm.

This is not a challenge beyond the level.

When you are at a low level, perhaps An Bochen can occasionally kill his opponents beyond the level, but when he reaches the True Fairyland, An Bochen clearly knows that as the strongest Xuanxian, he can kill himself with one finger. No matter how powerful ant is, he can only be trampled to death by others.

All Amberchen wanted to do was to become an ant that could leverage Zhou Tian to check and balance.

Floating in the void, stepping on the red clouds, and looking at the sky, An Bochen was already in his senses as he sniffed.

Around him, one or two unfathomable auras flashed from time to time on the flying towers that were as faint as shadows, and floated past An Bochen, but the mysterious immortals of the Netherworld Sect also began to become interested in An Bochen.

And on a sea surface thousands of miles away from Anbochen, a man was flying and freely, sailing towards the Netherworld Sect in a small boat.

"This light is interesting."

The man has flying eyebrows and long temples, and still has white hair. His appearance is not handsome, but he can be called a great man. He looks like a god walking out of the mural, with only one piece of armor missing. Looking at his sleepy eyebrows and eyes, it seems that he has just woken up.

He sailed towards the Netherworld Sect and also looked towards the Netherworld Sect, but his ship was just sailing around the Netherworld Sea ruins. Ninety-nine islands wandered in front of him, and he seemed to have no intention of crossing.

"What kind of morality and mystery is this? It actually contains such unfathomable potential."

The man raised his hand and rolled up a stream from the colorful long air of the sky. He pinched it into the palm of his hand. It was the breath that flowed out from Anbochen's body. The man threw it into the gourd at his waist. There was wine in the gourd. The slightest scent of Anbochen's surrounding air melted in the wine and emitted a rich and mellow fragrance.

The man shook, laughed, and raised the wine gourd to his mouth, drank it rumbled, and tasted it while drinking: "This breath is related to heaven and earth, and also to stars... It is related to heaven and earth. Tsk tsk, you can summarize the truth of heaven and earth into a mystery. Such a person will only appear in ancient times. Qing'er, there is an amazing person in your Netherworld Sect."

The man was drinking and talking and laughing. When he smiled, there was a ball of strong like wine in his eyes. No matter how much wine he had, it would not be melted.

Halfway through the drink, he spit out his mouth, his face became stiff and cold, as if his tail was pinched, full of hysterical madness, provided that he had a tail - behind his butt, there was really a tail.

"It's actually a man."

The white-haired man murmured to himself, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, disappointment, regret, injustice, betrayal, etc.

"Qing'er, you said that year that you will show others in a mask from now on and no longer show any man your smile, because your smile belongs only to me. Why does a man appear in the Netherworld Church, which only accepts female churches?"

The white-haired man murmured in pain, his eyes gradually turned red, and suddenly he let out a long roar, and he drove a small boat and flew towards the sky.

The aura of decisive killing came from the ninety-nine islands on the dark sea surface, and the sky was spinning, the mountains collapsed and the sea was withering, as if they were about to crush the man and his boat.

The man laughed, and he tore open his clothes, exposed his scarred chest, allowing the Ninety-Nine Island Killing Formation to come.

Who would have thought that in An Bochen's eyes, the killing array with the ability to destroy the world could not tear apart the man's chest and bounced to both sides. After passing the Ninety-Nine Island Killing Array, the man broke into the Black Dragon Cave. As soon as he entered, the chaotic black sea sounded like a roar of dragons like roars like mountains and seas, but because of his entry, he woke up countless ancient dragon souls.

"Get out of here!"

The man shouted loudly, grinned his teeth, and his snow-white long stretched up to the back of his head. He saw him pull out a hair from the back of his tail. The hair swelled in the wind and turned into a big stick like a giant pillar.

Leaping out of the boat, the man held a stick and smashed the dragon bone floating on the sea surface. After thousands of years of wind and sun exposure, the dragon bone eroded by the sea water was actually smashed into pieces by the stick wind. Every time a dragon bone was broken, there would always be a real dragon hero who wailed and died, completely disappeared from the world, and could no longer enter that cycle of reincarnation.

After breaking through the Jiujiu Island and then the Black Dragon Cave, the outer defense of the Netherworld Sect was useless with its own strength. In the ancient world and the era of supreme retirement, there were no more than five people who could have such strength. And there was only one person who stayed near the North Sea all day long and did not do his job properly - the number one god general in the heavenly court and the prince Yue who was named the Southern God.

The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Such chaos occurs in a sphere of influence of giants like the Netherworld Sect.

"In this way, the three major defenses outside the Netherworld Sect can be considered to be completely disintegrated."

Someone said that in North Ocean.

The speaker rode a giant elephant, which was as huge as a mountain, crawling in the sea, sucking whales from its nostrils.

"Everything is under my calculations. It's just a blink of an eye." said a person next to him.

If An Bochen were here, he would have found that the man's voice was very familiar, with arrogance in the gloomy place. Who would it be if it weren't Jiuchen Lord?

In the North Sea, Jiuchenjun also rode an elephant. Although it was not as big as the person in front of him, it was as big as the size of the Dakuang Palace in the past.

There are divine elephants in Nanzhou, who are good at catching solar eclipses, and are symbols of Tianhe Sect, one of the three major forces in heaven and earth.

Needless to say, Jiuchenjun has defected to Tianhe Sect.

"Okay, okay, the talent that the sect master mentioned is really great." The third guardian of Tianhe Sect clapped his hands and laughed: "Only you can do such a magical trick. How could you know that Prince Yue will definitely break into the Netherworld Sect?"

"This...it won't work if you say it." Jiuchenjun stroked his long beard and pretended to behave, with a strong disdain and mockery in his eyes.

At this moment, Jiuchenjun suddenly missed An Bochen very much.

After joining Tianhe Sect, although Jiuchenjun gained a transcendent position, there was no one who could keep up with him except the sect leader. Even the sect leader could only explain slowly by Jiuchenjun.

Is it because people in this era who value cultivation and strength are too important and ignore the strategy, or because they look down on conspiracies at all?

Jiuchenjun looked into the distance and thought to himself.

"Prepare!"

The third guardian riding a giant elephant like a mountain raised his arms high and was about to issue an order. Behind him, nearly a thousand monks of Tianhe Sect riding giant elephants were also ready to go.

"If you can't do it, please wait!"

Seeing this, Jiuchenjun hurriedly stopped and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"What's wrong? Master Military Advisor?" The third guardian asked with a little dissatisfaction, his tone of joking.

"What we think of is not impossible for Dongzhou Dongshen Cult. Therefore, let's wait for them to do it first. Let's reap the benefits of the fisherman." Jiuchenjun was too lazy to explain and said bluntly.

"Huh?" The tall figure... It should be said that the third guardian rubbed his forehead and then glanced at his left and right: "The people from the Dongshen Cult are here too? Where are they? Okay, okay, I haven't had a long time to compete with the demons from the Dongshen Cult."

The third guardian had a loud voice. He laughed and almost roared.

Jiuchenjun was sitting on the side feeling uncomfortable, and was so sad that he almost fell off his back.

The third guardian who was stunned and secretly sniffed, Jiuchen Lord sighed. If he had also had the cultivation level of the Xuanxian Realm, he would have slapped this person. He shouted so loudly, could he be the Dongshen Sect's meticulous work, and wanted to attract the attention of the Dongshen Sect?

In this era, interesting places are too interesting, and boring people are too boring.

Lu Fengqi, you and I are separated from each other in the Yin-Yang Mountain Realm. With your unwilling nature, you must be in the middle of the Eastern God Cult. Although you are not very smart, you cannot compare to my surname An and my surname, but in this era of Qianwu, you are quite smart. This time, the Eastern God Cult sent troops to Beihai will definitely be your idea, and you will definitely come in person to see the final outcome of An Bochen.

Since the historical order is in vain, we will use our unique identity to fight in this era.

Jiuchenjun narrowed his eyes and looked at the red lights and blue clouds in the distance, thinking in his heart.

Subconsciously, he had ignored An Bochen and regarded Lu Fengqi as his only opponent in the future.

Although he was a little regretful about An Bochen's fate, Jiuchen was the ruthless and proud descendant of the first clan. In his eyes, even if An Bochen had many good things, the only thing that was that he was too obsessed with love in the world. This was the most despised and looked down upon by Jiuchen. You must know that Jiuchen had never regarded women in his life.

"When we defeat Lu Fengqi, lead Tianhezong to Tianque and fight against Tiange... Baidi, I don't know what will happen if we meet in this era."

Jiuchenjun grinned and closed his eyes, just as he wanted to enjoy the beautiful sunshine on the coast, when at this moment, the huge haze suppressed and blocked his sunshine.

Opening his eyes in disgrace, Jiu Chenjun stared at the huge nostril in front of him in a daze, and could only swallow his anger.

That was the nostril of the third guardian, and there was an unpleasant smell in the nostrils. He looked at Jiuchenjun at close range. The third guardian grinned and said, "Hahaha, our military advisor was actually asleep!"

The third guardian laughed, and the descendants of the sects could only laugh.

Jiuchenjun wanted to cry but couldn't cry. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out what was funny.

Subconsciously, Jiuchenjun's confidence was a little shaken. He even doubted whether he had chosen the wrong sect or had entered a sect with the same name as the three major sects of the Four Continents.

Such a sect has no wise man. Why can he occupy the vast Nanzhou and have the power to win the throne of the Emperor of Heaven?

It's too ridiculous, it's really ridiculous...Jiuchenjun was basking in the sun while thinking.

He did not notice that in the scorching sun, where the sea breeze could not blow, something was spreading and growing somewhere in his soul.


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