"Useless Amberchen!"

Jiuchenjun spat lightly. After listening to Wang Zishan's last words, he knew that the other party had already discovered them, and also knew that from the moment they found them, they made up their minds to capture all their so-called talented people in the world.--(The reason why Wang Zishan asked them whether to stay or not was that they wanted them to relax their vigilance easily, so that it would be easier to kill.

The intrigue of Jiuchen, the martial arts of Lu Feng, and the changes in Zhoutian and the power of Xuanxian, together, it is definitely a combination that makes the strongest people extremely troubled, but because An Bochen was killed by Jiuchen, the most important link was missing, and the result was that the entire army was wiped out.

"Xuanxian"

Lu Fengqi let out a sigh and said in a low voice.

The next moment, a fighting spirit rose from his head and flew straight to the sky, scattering thousands of flowing clouds and faintly reaching the heavenly court. Just this fighting spirit soared into the sky, it showed that Lu Fengqi's strength had a qualitative improvement compared to before ancient times, which was comparable to An Bochen's previous attack on the Xiliuhai to shake the world.

"There's nothing to do with you stupid idiots."

Seeing that Lu Fengqi was like An Bochen, he took the lead in showing his power, and he wanted to fight Wang Zishan to death. Jiuchenjun scolded, his body swung like a swimming fish in the air, and gradually turned into a phantom, as if he was forced to fight Wang Zishan with Lu Fengqi.

"Lu Fengqi, even An Bochen defeated that man in one move. How likely do you think you have to win?"

Jiuchenjun, who turned into a phantom, suddenly asked.

"This trick is not useful." Lu Fengqi said without changing his expression.

Jiuchenjun's words were angering Lu Fengqi and seducing Lu Fengqi to fight Wang Zishan with all his might, so as to win the time and opportunity to escape for himself. However, with An Bochen, Lu Fengqi, who had been with Jiuchen for a long time, is no longer the same as before. He saw through Jiuchenjun's tricks at first sight, but was not fooled. Lu Fengqi did not really want to fight to the death. He knew that the only chance to survive at the moment was to pull Jiuchenjun with him. An Bochen was dead. If Jiuchenjun ran away halfway, he would have no way to die.

Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun were both martial and weird. The two who disliked each other, even when they were at the critical moment of life and death, could not help but have a scheming. Wang Zishan was floating not far away, carrying his hands on his back, staring at the two with a smile, looking at them with a determined and extremely relaxed look.

Almost at the same time, three fighting spirits rose from the heads of the three, but did not directly confront each other.

Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun saw with their own eyes how An Bochen was defeated, so they naturally did not dare to advance. As for Wang Zishan, he always took action, and there was no reason to start first. (_--)

Just as the three of them confronted each other, a strange sound came from the sky. A "ding dong" sounded like a jade pendant, and it seemed that a magical seed was about to sprout. An extremely wonderful feeling echoed in the hearts of the three of them, but it was hard to describe it, but it made the three of them have an enlightenment at the same time-

——Amberchen is still alive!

"This is impossible"

Wang Zishan was shocked in his heart, and he suddenly looked up and looked at the southeast corner of Amano.

With a "boom", purple thunder pierced through the sky. When lightning and thunder were roaring, strong winds broke out, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down from the thunder clouds. Wind, thunder and rain were spinning in the sky. A wonderful sound came from it, and at the same time it emitted a breath full of vitality like a new life.

"snort!"

The evil spirit flew across Wang Zishan's eyebrows, and suddenly flew into the sky. When he raised his arms, he held a big palm fan in his hand and sang towards the place where the wind, thunder and rain met.

"Want to be resurrected from the dead? First ask me whether I will agree or not!"

Prince Shan shouted angrily, and when he saw the wind, thunder and rain were split, he burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Jiuchenjun and Lu Fengqi couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, seven points of ridiculousness, three points of pity.

Wang Zishan's laughter did not last long, and then came to an abrupt end in a thunder and fire.

It was 39,700 miles away, the wind, thunder and rain that were blown away by Prince Mountain, and a ball of thunder happened to fall on a tree. When the thunder encountered a tree, it burned, and a fire suddenly rose.

Feng Shui, fire and thunder are intertwined, gradually forming a colorful ball with light and shadow flowing.

Wang Zishan, Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun could see thousands of miles at a glance. At this time, the three of them were staring at the ball with their mouths wide open. They didn't let them wait for too long. A thin slit appeared on the surface of the ball like an egg. The thin slit extended and spread, and the ball was immediately broken, and Feng Shui, fire and thunder flowed out of the ball, dancing in the air, and gradually gathered into a human form.

"How could it be?" Wang Zishan's body shook violently, and he took a step back, staring at the unstable human figure in shock and terror, but he couldn't control the legend from ancient times.

"How can you be arrogant under my eyes!" Wang Zishan quickly calmed down his unstable emotions. He stretched out his hand, and the wind spread backwards. Everything 39,700 miles away was pulled toward his palm by a suction force.

"Click!"

Wang Zishan used his five fingers to force, folded his palms and rubbed them hard, holding the hatred like a crushing bone and ashes, and crushed the human form into pieces.

Before Wang Zishan could be happy, another ball of Feng Shui, fire and thunder was generated on the southwest grassland 62,800 miles away. Wang Zishan gritted his teeth and reached out to destroy the four-color balls on the grassland again. But in the blink of an eye, the third large ball was born from somewhere in the world, followed by the fourth and fifth Feng and thunder and rain that were fanned out by Wang Zishan were too wide. Once it landed, it would generate fire from thunder, forming the four-potential balls of Feng Shui, fire and thunder, and generated the balls of changing light and shadow. Wang Zishan suffered by himself. Even if he was the strongest Xuanxian, he could not destroy the thousands of balls distributed in different parts of the world at the same time, unless he destroyed the world first.

When each ball is broken, the four forces of Feng Shui, Fire and Thunder are released, gathering into a human form - Qingyi, long hair, light eyebrows, and very much like Anbo Chen. Thousands of human forms rise from all over the world, gather in Wang Zishan's hatred and helpless eyes, forming a single one.

"Amberchen?"

Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun spoke almost at the same time.

The man was clearly An Bochen, but his temperament was so weird, it was unspeakable, and it seemed that he should not live in this world.

"I see."

After gaining a new life, Amberchen's hands were hanging in front of him calmly, without any threat, and his eyes were shining with infinite wisdom, and he said in his mouth.

"Prince Mountain, do you understand?" Looking at Prince Mountain from afar, An Bochen asked across the sky.

Wang Zishan's blue face became extremely gloomy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, but because he was afraid of An Bochen's strange method of rebirth, he neither spoke nor moved.

"It seems you don't understand yet." An Bochen smiled, his long hair naturally flew behind his head. The plump heaven made people feel his infinite wisdom clearly: "In this way, you can try my shot!"

As the words fell, the buzzing sounded from all directions, leaving only four colors in the whole world, fire red, thunder and purple, wind white and water blue.

An Bochen smiled and casually drew a stroke in the void in the air. The four colors gathered into a spear, reaching the world, covering the vision of Prince Mountain, Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun.

"This shot" Wang Zishan's body trembled wildly, and he kept retreating, without even caring about hiding the fear in his eyes.

The light of heaven and earth has been completely taken away by An Bochen's shot. The blue face of Wang Zishan seemed to have left the moon of the sun, and it could not shine with any shimmer, let alone absorb, imitate, and amplify An Bochen's shot.

"Prince Shan, can you catch this shot?"

An Bochen asked with a smile.

Wang Zishan gritted his teeth and stared at the gun. When the gun was only one thousand steps away from him, Wang Zishan finally couldn't bear the fear, screamed and teleported.

Just as Wang Zishan disappeared, the four-colored gun that stretched across the sky also disappeared. As if An Bochen had used all his strength, his body leaned forward slightly, gasping heavily, and the appearance of the master he had made before no longer existed.

Everything returned to peace, the waves of the Netherworld Sea surging, and the gods disguised as believers on the Guiyi Island also left with Prince Mountain.

"Is this shot fake?" Jiuchenjun asked.

"It's true." Lu Fengqi replied on the other side: "But only half a shot may be less than half a shot."

"In other words, he scared the Xuanxian away with just one shot that had not yet been created. How did he be resurrected?" Jiuchenjun seemed a little unwilling to accept it: "The one who killed him before was Xuanxian. What kind of magical passage has he cultivated? Even Xuanxian could not kill him?"

"Then you have to ask him." When Lu Fengqi spoke, his fingers kept tightly clenching the long halberd.

At this moment, both Jiuchen Lord and Lu Fengqi had the urge to kill An Bochen here while An Bochen was weak.

But firstly, they could not see through the power of An Bochen's shot just now, and they were also afraid that they could not understand An Bochen's resurrection. Secondly, the current situation is very unfavorable for them. If An Bochen dies, it is equivalent to missing an indispensable help. Both Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun are not the ones who lose the big ones because of the small.

"If you don't take action, you will have no chance."

On the Netherworld Sea, An Bochen, who had recovered some blood, looked at Lu Fengqi, then looked at Jiuchenjun, and said with a smile.

Although his temperament is not as high as when he met Wang Zishan just now, it is very different from his former self. His tone is calm when he speaks, but he has a convincing temperament.

Seeing that Lu Fengqi and Jiuchenjun were not speaking, An Bochen smiled and drew an arc with his left hand: "Since that's the case, let's talk elsewhere. Wang Zishan is not a fool. His IQ is more than most people of this era, so I will react in a short while."

When the words came to an end, a halo appeared from under An Bochen's left hand. He raised his foot and stepped into the halo. This feeling was as if he was lifting himself up, absurd and godly.

After entering the aperture, Amber Chen disappeared.

Jiuchenjun and Lu Fengqi looked at each other, and they also turned into a stream of light and flashed and disappeared.

Not long after the three of them left, a afterimage flashed across the sea waves. Prince Shan, the green face, rushed back with a heavy breath. He looked at the empty Nether Sea and Guiyi Island, both annoyed and angry.
Chapter completed!