"I look at Wang Ziyue, he is too unconfident." Sima Jin said, with a firm tone.

"What do you mean?" asked An Bochen.

"He told his younger brother Wang Zishan that the leader of Qing'er is not a woman who only values ​​reputation and power as Wang Zishan imagined. But in Wang Ziyue's heart, he was not sure that he had no confidence in himself and no confidence in Qing'er. Therefore, for a long time, he had never dared to tell Qing'er that he had the shadow of Wang Zishan." Sima Jin said, and sighed: "When Wang Zishan used his identity to do that inexcusable thing, Wang Ziyue regretted and felt guilty. Facing the leader of Qing'er who was as cold as a stranger, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and he didn't dare to tell the truth."

"With the current cultivation strength of the two of them, they are both well-deserved strong men in the Xuanxian Realm. Why should one pretend to be the other and be shameless?" An Bochen said.

"That's because the fact that there is only one prince Yue has long been deeply rooted. As the image of Prince Yue's number one in the Heavenly Palace becomes more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, he has become a symbol. No matter they are themselves, or the Heavenly Emperor, there is no change." Sima Jin said, laughing: "This is a stable power. When you practice to the extreme, you have a power that dominates the world."

"Isn't that not suitable for your practice?" An Bochen asked with a smile.

"Who said that women can't dominate the world?" Sima Jin replied. She looked at Wang Zishan who was frozen by the picture and said, "What I hate the most is this Wang Zishan. Just as you said just now, with his cultivation strength, he has long been able to stand alone and become the true number one god general in the Heavenly Palace, but he has to rely on his elder brother to block Wang Ziyue's happiness for his sick temperament."

"Maybe it's a habit I developed since childhood." An Bochen said.

Since the two of them had seen the whole story of all this, their curiosity was satisfied, so naturally they no longer had to stay in their dreams.

"Return to the dream!

An Bochen called out a low voice, and Wang Zishan's dream was like a page of a book blown by the wind, turning backwards. After a while, he turned into the dream of Wang Zishan conspiring to frame Wang Ziyue.

"Dream opens!"

An Bochen called out again, and saw a realistic dream like the real world. Suddenly, a magnificent city gate appeared out of thin air. There was a large letter from the city gate clearly written on it - Dream World Netherworld.

"It's interesting and interesting. This is the first time I've been traveling through the real world through a dream. It turns out that there is a door in your dream." Sima Jin said with a smile.

At this moment, suddenly, a sound of earth-shaking sound came from behind the two of them, as if a giant was coming quickly.

When the two looked back, they found that they were the giant ape that had begun to climb on the Immortal Buddha Mountain. They were staring at An Bochen and Sima Jin with their teeth grinning, and their angry flames gushed in their eyes, and they rushed towards them fiercely.

"This is" Sima Jin was stunned.

"It is the Dream Blessing God. The Dream Blessing God has become bigger again and is full of hostility towards the invaders, which means that Prince Mountain is about to wake up." An Bochen said anxiously. While speaking, he had already hugged Sima Jin and flew towards the tall city wall.

He suddenly pushed open the city gate, and there was a golden sunshine outside the city gate. As soon as An Bochen and Sima Jin got into the sun, the city wall behind him collapsed into pieces and the city gate.

The sunlight gradually darkened, and after a brief moment of reaching out to see the darkness of the five fingers, An Bochen and Sima Jin saw the dark and surging sea water, as well as the red clouds on the high spire.

"If Prince Shan woke up and we hadn't gotten out of his dream yet, what would have happened?"

Standing on a reef transformed by Guiyi Island, the sea breeze made Sima Jin linger. She took a deep breath, then held her eyes and looked at the temple in the distance, asking An Bochen.

"If I am a true immortal or below, I can go in and out freely regardless of whether he wakes up or not. If it is a Xuanxian, it is hard to say. Maybe I will be trapped in his dream. I can only come out until he falls asleep next time." An Bochen replied, and his words changed: "We should go to the leader of Qing'er and the real prince Yue now. It is best to tell the leader of Qing'er about Prince Mountain, so that it will save a lot of trouble."

"That's right." Sima Jin nodded and said. She wouldn't care whether Prince Yue was happy or not, whether she would be embarrassed.

But when the two stepped on Guiyi Island, they were suddenly stunned and found that there were obviously fewer people on the island than the previous time. The two made judgments based on the aura of cultivators emitted on the island, and there was no Xuanxian aura that they could not guess. There were three or four true immortal auras, and the rest were all breaths below the sixth level.

"Who is here? Hey, it's you! Hongxuan, a disciple of the Netherworld Sect, participated in the two lay Buddhists!"

It was not until An Bochen and Sima Jin walked to the 99th floor of the sect hall that they were discovered by the island patrol disciples. That day, when An Bochen showed his might and defeated Prince Yue with one move, these female disciples all saw it. Although An Bochen was not amazing, his ethereal temperament and his strength were enough to make many female disciples in the Netherworld Sect who had never seen men for many years moved. Fortunately, they still remember Sima Jin.

"Where is your leader?" Sima Jin asked.

"The leader of the sect leads all the elders and guardians to the Heavenly Palace to attend the Peach Banquet." The female scholar who claimed to be Hongxuan said happily, with a gloomy face. Her cultivation is also in the real fairyland. Ten** is the leader of the island patrolists.

Peach Banquet?

An Bochen and Sima Jin looked at each other, and at the same time they looked strange.

Nowadays, the emperors of heaven are scrambling to retreat, and the world is in chaos. Where can the Peach Banquet be held? Moreover, Wang Zishan, the number one general of the Heavenly Palace, appears in the Beihai, and there is obviously a conspiracy.

It seemed that she had discovered that An Bochen and Sima Jin were disbelief. The female believer vividly described the scene when the envoy of Heaven came that day. Sima Jin suddenly asked, "But Wang Ziyue came with the angel?"

"Yes." The female churchman replied.

"Hasn't Wang Ziyue done something to hurt your sect? Why did your leader believe him?" Sima Jin asked again.

"Once upon a time," Hongxuan's eyes dimmed slightly, then looked up and said, "But Mr. Wang Ziyue also explained that in that time, he was a person from the Heavenly Palace who had been tempted by his practice and accidentally ate elixirs. Besides, Mr. Wang Ziyue brought a lot of magical medicines from the Heavenly Palace this time to compensate the sisters who had the accident that year."

After hearing this, An Bochen had confirmed that it was Wang Zishan who pretended to be Wang Ziyue again. As for the real Wang Ziyue, he might have gone there. But what puzzled An Bochen was that the leader Qing'er was also a giant in power, and there were so many knowledgeable elders, why was he so easy to cheat?

"Apart from your Netherworld Sect, do you know who else has received an invitation from the Heavenly Palace?" Sima Jin glanced at An Bochen and asked the female scholar.

"Many, many, many." Hongxuan, a female sect, replied: "In addition to my Netherworld Sect, the East God Sect and the Tianhe Sect were also invited to the Heavenly Court, and there are many medium-sized sects."

An Bochen and Sima Jin looked at each other, but they had already had a scheming in their hearts.

The most familiar feeling lingers in the minds of the two of them. It was a conspiracy and entry, and it was an amazingly large layout.

"What should I do?" Sima Jin was a little helpless. After all, the two of them wanted to spend the past hundred years happily.

"What else can we do? We have offended Wang Zishan. If he represents the Heavenly Court, then we will be equivalent to offending the Heavenly Court. Today, the Court seems to want to deal with the great forces in the four continents. Once those great forces are fallen one after another, everything is decided by the Heavenly Court, and we can only continue to escape." An Bochen said.

"Operation separate?" Sima Jin asked.

An Bochen hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I think Wang Ziyue will definitely look for a replacement for the Black Dragon Cave in order to compensate the leader of Qing'er. Now ** The million-year-old dragon in the West Sea is here. You go there to find Wang Ziyue and tell her the conspiracy of the Heavenly Court. I will chase him to the Heavenly Court and tell the leader of Qing'er everything. I hope it is still time."

"Two lay Buddhists, what are you talking about? What's wrong with the Heavenly Court and the leader?" asked the female scholar Hongxuan curiously.

Sima Jin rolled her eyes. She didn't have the time to talk to these simple believers who only know how to practice but not understand the world: "Xiao Anzi, after we inform them, we will still meet in the old place."

"Okay." Amberchen responded.

The two of them said no more and were about to teleport towards their respective destinations. At this moment, Sima Jin's eyes suddenly tightened, and then a trace of darkness flashed through her beautiful eyes. Her body suddenly disappeared out of thin air. When she appeared again, she fell on the other side of Hongxuan's body, barely avoiding Hongxuan's violent attack.

An Bochen looked back in shock and glanced at the "Female Cultivator Hongxuan" who was about to launch a second round of offensive against Sima Jin, without any intention of helping.

The goddess general in the Heavenly Court who disguised himself as a disciple of the Netherworld Sect had the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm, while Sima Jin also had the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm. The only difference is that compared with Sima Jin who stood behind An Bochen all day long, the goddess general's practical skills were destined to be too much stronger.

Unfortunately, Sima Jin did not give her much time to use the combat skills she had honed from her repeated experiences of killing.

With a delicate shout, Sima Jin raised her arms and raised them to her side to form a cross-shaped shape. Her beautiful eyes were smiling and her charming posture. In conjunction with her beautiful figure like a fairy coming to the world, she really charms the world.

The goddess was stunned when she looked at her. At this moment, Sima Jin pulled up his arm and smashed his handprints hard.

Her handprints are very different from those produced by ordinary Taoism. The handprints made by other immortals always have ten fingers that can be moved and lightly danced the rhythm of the Taoism. However, Sima Jin's handprints remain silent, as solemn and solemn as the sea of ​​Cangshan Mountains.

The goddess finally reacted at this moment, with a hint of gratitude on her face.

If it were other immortal gods with combat experience, they would definitely kill quickly while she was stunned. How could they be like Sima Jin?

Thinking of this, the goddess will be a little proud. A green moon knife suddenly appeared in her hand. The upper edge has been stained with blood accumulated over the years, and the blood is lingering.

It is really stupid to launch the seal at such a close distance, because the speed of the spell cannot be faster than the source power of the true immortal.

The goddess general thought so, and the side knife in his hand slashed at Sima Jin's jade hand mercilessly.
Chapter completed!