Updated: 2012-12-23

He made a fuss to attack the west...become a trap!

After reaping the lives of three fake demons, An Bochen did not feel happy at all. On the contrary, his heart gradually sank.

Like the extremely unpretentious fake demon in white clothes, he seemed to be pointing his finger at the monks in the world. In fact, he just wanted to delay time. When the fake demons arrived, he finally showed his hideous fangs. Why did he do this? There is a furnace in the east mountain to twist the universe, and the Golden Boy Saint is collected together... Could it be that Hongfu and I are the Golden Boy Saint? What laws of the laws of heaven he mentioned before are false?

Several thoughts flashed through An Bochen's mind. Facing the descendants of the saint who once dominated the world in history, the white-clothed fake demon who smiled as evil as Wuhua, An Bochen felt slightly frustrated.

Before, he said that prophecies were false and only represented a law of heaven, and I actually believed it. Wait...... The collection of the Golden Boy and Saint Maiden... It makes barely understandable to say that Hong Fu is a saint, but how could I look like a Golden Boy? The only Wuxie is also a silver spear.

"So, I didn't say a word of lies just now."

The laughter of the white-clothed saint clan sounded in his ears. An Bochen raised his head, and Yu Guang saw Sima Jin slightly surprised, and it was obvious that he was also sent by the white-clothed saint clan.

"Why do you still have this?"

An Bochen swept away the two pseudo-demons in front of him and asked in a message.

"It's a pity that although you know more, your mind is not as good as I imagined." The white-clothed Holy Clan exudes a rebellious tone: "Although those four prophecies are metaphors for the laws of the way of heaven, they themselves are in the laws of the way of heaven, so their surface meanings are also effective."

"But......"

"Do you want to ask the Golden Boy?" The white-clothed Holy Clan raised his lips: "Haha, even if you can't control the Heavenly Way, you can still do it by relying on the Heavenly Way. I said you are the Golden Boy, and you are the Golden Boy."

Just like Wuhua, he is so wise that he is a hundred times more domineering than Wuhua. An Bochen no longer wonders why he will reincarnate and become a demon monk who has a close relationship with him.

"Hongfu, let's go." An Bochen snorted coldly, put away his soul and stopped paying attention to the white-clothed Holy Clan.

"Yes." Sima Jin hid in An Bochen's arms, and she just let out a low voice, surprisingly quiet.

The silver spear comes out, and the holy clan retreats.

An Bochen seemed to have returned to the time when he was making trouble for Dakuang more than two hundred years ago. When the bloody courage was ignited, he seemed to be over a hundred years younger, repeating his spirit and killing decisively.

Holding Sima Jin, An Bochen's figure was so fast that it was shadowless. The pseudo-demon's speed was already fast enough, but he could not keep up with An Bochen.

An Bochen once used his unique skill to control the battle situation by pointing out the surface and controlling the battle situation. Later, he returned to the origin and used his gun to control the road. An Bochen still used Wuxie to control the battle situation. The difference is that he had more insights into the rhythm. No matter how fast An Bochen's speed was, he was not as fast as a real Xuanxian, not to mention that the pseudo-demon was transformed into wings and flew eight thousand miles on the spot, and most of them were to see elders at the speed. An Bochen's speed was not as fast as the sky, but because he mastered the rhythm in the battle situation, he seemed to be faster than imagined. Often, his gun had been settled and the pseudo-demon had not taken action.

"My companions have reached this level, how do you think, who are both talented people in the world?" Huang Xianren looked at Lu Fengqi, who was as deep as water, and whispered, unable to hear whether he was sighing or blame.

"His progress was amazingly fast. If there was such a shot that year, it would be hard to say." Wang Ziyue murmured at the pseudo-demon falling from the sky.

"And he has not tried his best yet. However, the fake demons have not yet taken real action. The fake demons in the mysterious fairyland are still observing." The person who spoke was Xiaoqing.

Perhaps because An Bochen was too strong, the pseudo-demons were shocked by the fact that they thought they would succeed in one go. The pseudo-demons who intercepted Xiao Qing Fairy and others retreated and besieged Xiang An Bochen. Xiao Qing Fairy and others were free to take action, but they only focused on commenting and had no intention of coming forward to help.

In their opinion, although An Bochen is strong, in just a moment, more than a dozen real fairyland fake demons fell under a gun that he couldn't understand. However, the fake demons are powerful after all. Dozens of Xuanxianxians, let alone An Bochen, even the monks present are not opponents.

Before the real critical moment, how can we see the selfishness hidden in the immortal bones and Taoist hearts that have not been refined?

Even Fairy Xiaoqing, Gui Wuqi and others watched from the wall, not to mention the other monks who were intimidated by the noble aura of the pseudo-demon. Although they were amazed, admired and admired the "silver spear", which is An Bochen's great spear, they could only stare at it in a daze, but lacked their strength.

The sky is dark, the stars hang on the clouds, and the bright moon has become a monster.

One person and one shot, and the beauty was in her arms, fighting alone against the descendants of the saint who once swept across the heavens and earth to occupy the way of heaven. An Bochen was extraordinary until this time, and his newly-achieved Four-Syllable Spike of the Zhoutian. Although he did not show any signs of mountains and waters, his momentum was swept across the sky, but the true shooting skills, the shooting skills that returned to nature and traced the origins were like this.

Use the simplest moves to kill the strongest person.

After killing six more fake demons in the real immortal realm, An Bochen finally ushered in a real opponent, but his cultivation level is far beyond that of an ordinary Xuanxian.

Two pseudo-demons, a man and a woman, showed evil smiles, besieging An Bochen on the left and right, and the blue and purple light came to his face. An Bochen felt a flash of sight. In a blink of an eye, he could not see all things in the world, and the field of vision was dark.

An Bochen knew that he had been hit by the pseudo-demon's magical passage method.

"The Four Gods play the gun!"

At the critical moment, An Bochen threw out his silver spear, which made the audience stunned.

In a blink of an eye, something unexpected happened. Silver spear Wuxie actually transformed into four gods holding four-elephant spears, more than a thousand feet tall, standing in all directions of Anbochen, forming a formation, and repelling the two Xuanxian realm pseudo-demons.

The Four Gods came from the Zhoutian, but they originated from Anbochen. For the Four Gods, Anbochen has become the Zhoutian where they reside.

With the shooting of Anbochen, the four gods were officially reborn. From then on, they no longer need to live in the Zhoutian in Anbochen's body, or guard the Zhoutian Palace for Anbochen, but become the world gods who can move around the sea of ​​the continent and fly to the sky.

To crack the magical power of false demons, An Bochen repeated the light, holding the Four Elephant Spike of Zhoutian and continued to fight against the false demons. Others could not see it, but Sima Jin, who was held in An Bochen's arms, could clearly see the fine sweat beads on An Bochen's forehead.

It has been so many years since he has not tried so hard.

That year, Guannan Huangdao single-handedly picked the emperor, which seemed to have been a long time ago. After returning to ancient times, life was rarely turbulent, calm as water, and while enjoying it, I always felt that I lacked something... It turned out that what I lacked was this. When a young man saved the beauty, he was infected by him, and it seemed that he had also returned to his girlhood.

Sima Jin suddenly smiled, and she smiled comfortably and happily. She gently wiped off the sweat beads from An Bochen's forehead, then reached out to touch the veil.

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(The new volume will be opened, and it is the last volume. Try to finish it safely. Some words are not spoken quickly. Whether you believe it or not, you have never really given up on this book tonight.

Some people question why the Immortal Dynasty opened a new book before it was finished. I honestly answered that it was just for me to survive better.

After quitting smoking this year, my condition has been declining and my books have been lost. What I face is not only the frustration of every day and night, the pain and irritability when opening the word document of Xianchao, but also the pressure you can't imagine. Neighbors and neighbors point fingers, friends and relatives are talking behind their backs. Although parents don't put pressure on them, they always have to fight for their breath. Leave home, stay away from the place of right and wrong, and walk all the way south. Friends who have been backpackers know that there is an inn that can work and change accommodation, commonly known as volunteers, so I won't say what kind of treatment is.

I volunteered until I worked hard to get a certain income and came to the remote village in Yunnan. Although the rent was expensive, the living expenses were still good. It was enough to cook and cook by myself two or three hundred a month. I thought about finding a job, but I couldn't put down the online articles and couldn't distract myself. Just like the protagonist in every novel, I wanted to persevere to the end. Xianchao no longer expects to generate income. I had to put all my hopes in the new book. In the words of a few author friends, I was just trying to make a big fuss. Is this a mistake?

Why do I still write down such a waste of time and delay my youth? In order to fulfill my promise to you, to complete the website contract, and to avoid regretting myself too much.

It’s not that Xianchao doesn’t want to write well. Those who are familiar with me know that I am an emotional writer. The outline is very simple. They all combine plots in their minds. Because of a series of things like quitting smoking before, the plots in my mind have become shattered. I endured the headache and tried to combine them together, but I couldn’t satisfy you and me. Of course, a large part of the reason is that I ask for trouble and write such thankless articles. Once the plot is broken, I will be destroyed and dig my own grave. Of course, there are also things that I don’t have right. There was a time when I spent all my words to get along, which was indeed a failure in my character. I admit this.

Now that the new book is opened, it is both a challenge and a hope for me, but I didn’t expect to be sarcastic to some readers who used to be unable to see friends on the opposite side of the screen. Maybe I treat you as friends. In your eyes, I am just an npc that only uses typing as the meaning of existence. I have been thinking about it for a long time but can’t figure it out.

While meeting your own needs, can you also try to consider it from the perspective of others?

I have never asked for anything and rarely complain. This book is free to see. I am too lazy to get so-called sympathy for some words. I have just been holding on for a long time.

I was originally planning to start from scratch. I am still very grateful to my friends who support me in the new book and those who post and encourage me in the Xianchao Book Review Area. They are all old friends. Most of them have my contact information. As long as the name appears twice in the Book Review Area, I will not forget it. The remaining friends who are still watching Xianchao do not want anything. They just hope to be a little more patient and less sarcastic. I really don’t want to be full of negative energy every time I write Xianchao, and I can’t write for a long time. I quickly close the web page after I finish writing.ps. There is no point in targeting. Please do not substitute it on your own. I am still grateful to most book friends who have persisted until now.)
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