Chapter 45 The Soul Flying, The Young Man Travels at Night

I don't know how long it took, but the feeling of headache gradually disappeared, and An Bochen opened his eyes.

Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically.

As far as he could see, An Bochen could fully see the scenery of the West City at this time, the mottled walls, the soldiers who were lazy to take a nap, and the overgrown weeds... This feeling is extremely wonderful. It is not only in the west of the city. As long as An Bochen's heart moves and looks at it, all the existence in Liujing can come to mind.

"What's going on..."

An Bochen was stunned on the spot, recalling the severe pain when the water and fire rushed straight to Dantian, and an incredible idea gradually came to his heart.

Is it... Because of that Taoist charm?

The Taoist charm was sealed in An Bochen's forehead by the Duke of Huo. There was no movement these days, but it suddenly attracted water and fire and circled around it.

Closing his eyes, An Bochen realized that he could clearly feel that the two potential of water and fire were flowing around the Taoist charm. In a faint time, the halo flowed and did not overflow.

It turned out that the Duke of Huo ingested this Taoist charm not only to trap me, but also to let me have the magic power to look around the capital. He must have done it for Huo Chuanyun and wanted me to protect Chuanyun after he left...

Thinking of the tiger-toothed teenager who regarded himself as his only friend, An Bochen was gloomy.

By the means of the left phase, how can he let go of Huo Chuangyun, who was born with no bottom hole? Maybe he has already fallen into the left opponent. Unfortunately, it is still difficult for him to protect himself, let alone save him.

An Bochen stood at the window, his eyes were closed, and his feelings were mixed. He did not find a white gas slowly drifting out of the navel.

Just as he was about to open his eyes, his back shook, but the skeletal meridians seemed to collapse, and he couldn't help trembling. In a blink of an eye, the water and fire flowed down from the upper Dantian, as if they wanted to pull down the charm together.

Gradually, An Bochen's face turned pale, and the pain flowed up and down, which was much more violent than before.

He could clearly feel that there were two forces fighting in his body, one from the forehead heart, and the other was water and fire. But strangely, they did not run into each other, but pulled each other desperately. That's why the flesh and blood bones were painful.

As An Baichen thought, the Duke of Huo ingested the Taoist charm that night was not just to trap An Bochen in Liujing. Ordinary shrinking charms can be obtained at most two grades. The effect is just to trap people in one place, while the one used by the Duke of Huo is a six-grade shrinking charm, which can not only trap people in one place. If the person of the talisman is killed and the heart of the person who is planted into the Taoist charm is moved, he can pry into the "cage" trapped in himself.

The star fall is bound to fail.

Duke Huo had not been able to escape those three words in his life. Therefore, when the stars fell on the outskirts of Liujing, he knew that the general trend had gone. Planting the six-grade Taoist charm for An Bochen is really a helpless move, and it can also be regarded as a backhand. Through An Bochen's friendship with Huo Chuanyun, he wants An Bochen to protect Huo Chuanyun out of the city after his death. In the eyes of Duke Huo, An Bochen can not be harmed by the fine fire, keep the Shenque acupoint and produce a congenital fire. It is definitely a demon-like existence like Zuo Xiang, which more or less gives him some hope.

There are many magical things about the six-pin miniature charm. The most amazing thing is that after the death of the owner, the recipient can grasp the wind and grass in the trapped place, and any variables are clear at a glance. Such magical power is not far from the legendary immortals.

However, Duke Huo did not know that An Bochen was more different than he thought. This Taoist charm may have more advantages than disadvantages for anyone, but for An Bochen, it is enough to kill him.

People have three souls and seven souls. The three souls are the heavenly soul, the earth soul and the soul of life. They exist in the upper, middle and lower Sandan fields. It is almost difficult for ordinary people to detect the existence of the three souls. Only An Bochen happened to achieve fetal life and awakened the soul hidden in the lower Dantian. Although he was a little muddle-headed and confused, he has regained a little sane in these days and is faintly connected with An Bochen's heart. This earth-shrinking charm ingested by the Duke of Huo is an external object, trying to touch the vitality of the body and wandering around Liujing. Naturally, it is not tolerated by the soul of the earth.

At present, both of them are fighting fiercely in An Bochen's body, and they both want to fight for the second potential of water and fire. Although the Taoist charm is magical, the awakened soul of the earth seems to become the owner of the mountains and rivers in the body. With the help of the power of An Bochen's flesh and blood and bones, it resists the six-grade shrinking earth charm. For a moment, it is difficult to distinguish the height from the bottom, but it suffers An Bochen.

If it goes on like this, the strength of flesh and blood and bones will gradually be consumed, and the vitality will pass away. When everything is exhausted, when the deadline comes, An Bochen will also be squeezed to death.

Misfortune is the blessing. Fortunately, An Bochen tried his best to practice the gun for three days. His muscles were sore, and his bones were tired. Before the earth's soul emptied the power of bone, his body was unbearable. He took advantage of the situation to seize the power of water and fire in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the general trend was about to go, the soul of the earth was so unwilling that it immediately flew up from Dantian and disappeared into Dantian.

On the seventh floor of Moyun Building, An Bochen stood in front of the window, with a stiff body and an expressionless face, like a sculpture.

The moon is like water, flowing in the forehead. If someone is there at this time, he will be surprised to see An Bochen's appearance. His forehead was always red and white, as if ice and fire were reflected, dyeing his expressionless face a little enchantingly.

It is written in ancient books that fire is used to refine yang, water is used to turn yin, and it is held to become a baby. It can be used as a god.

It was another incomparable mistake of dog blood. Coincidentally, An Bochen's soul was refined in the upper Dantian by water and fire. It was held into a circle, dispelling yin and yang. It was as pure as a baby, crystal clear, and was completely different from before.

I don't know how long it took, the moonlight flowed into An Bochen's slowly open eyes. In the depths of the pupil of his right eye, there was a haze, which gradually became bigger, like a dark cloud covering the sun, and like the wind rising in the wild.

The body as stiff as mud trembled, and An Bochen's pupils suddenly shrank, but his eyes suddenly widened.

At this moment, An Bochen only felt that "the mountains and rivers are smashed, and the earth is sinking". It was the same as Zhao's feeling in "Da Kuang God Strange Talk", but there was a different feeling. It was like this world. Everything in this universe was destroyed, and he was silent, leaving him alone.

With a long sigh, An Bochen's mood was inexplicable. The moon was like water, but at this moment, it became cold and lonely.

S subconsciously, An Bochen turned sideways and turned his head.

As far as he could see, the teenager was as dumb as a wooden chicken.

There stood a young man in blue shirt standing at the window. He was fourteen years old, five feet tall, a little thin, with long hair and a shawl, and an ordinary face. At this time, his eyes widened stiffened, and he looked motionless at the bright moon in the sky.

It took a long time for An Bochen to react.

The blue-shirted teenager standing in front of the window was himself.

Since he is me, what am I?

Looking down, An Bochen could only see a vague dark shadow, a trace of ominous. At this time, he found that he could no longer feel the heartbeat, and could not feel the water and fire flowing between the meridians.

I can see, hear, hear, speak, think, but I can't feel my existence.

However, in the previous moment, everything in the world was destroyed, and only my feeling was extremely clear.

Two completely different feelings linger and last for a long time.

"It seems that this is the ghost left by the legendary man after his death."

An Bochen muttered in a low voice.

It's strange to say that although he was dead, he was not sad at all. After the initial surprise, his heart was as faint as water.

Looking at his body up and down, An Bochen took a deep breath, bowed three times, and turned to walk downstairs.

When passing through the Tibetan Jade Hall, An Bochen's footsteps were stagnant and stopped for a long time, but he felt an inexplicable breath coming from the hall, which attracted him extremely.

"Why don't you want to leave..."

An Bochen said to himself, feeling a little confused, and an idea popped up in a blink of an eye.

"Is it possible that I liked her when I was alive? Maybe she is two or three times more beautiful than those women and girls in the village... No, it should be four or five times."

With a smile, the teenager no longer stayed. He turned around and brushed his sleeves and walked downstairs.

But when he passed the floor of Xiaohou, he stopped again.

Another inexplicable breath came, which also made it difficult for An Bochen to give up, but he was shocked.

"Xiaohou... Did I like him when I was alive? Pooh..."

The thief's eyebrows and mouse eyes and the strange old man appeared in front of him. An Bochen only felt a little nauseous. If his body was there at this time, he would definitely get goose bumps because of the previous idea.

After thinking about it, An Bochen crept to the door of the hall. He just wanted to reach out and push open the wooden door, but his arm stretched out, but passed through the door.

"Is this the power of ghosts? You can wear it through the wall..."

No more hesitation, An Bochen rushed to the door of the hall. Sure enough, he passed through the door without hindrance.

As far as he could see, Xiao Hou held a pillow and fell asleep, and a large piece of saliva flowed out.

"A man sleeps with a pillow like a woman."

An Bochen only felt cold and thought left and right that he would not like him in his life, but where did the breath that made him like him come from?

Looking around, with Xiao Hou's shallow breathing, a ball of white gas floated on his face, coming from his nose, condensed in the center of his eyebrows, like a floating cloud. An Bochen was curious and looked closer, but when he was one step away from Xiao Hou, his body suddenly fell forward.

......

Jin Ge Tie Ma, in front of the two armies, the war drums roared and the swords were drawn.

Although the morale of the army of the State of Chen is low, they have a fierce general, who can be called a ten thousand enemies. They beheaded seven generals of the rebels in a row, slightly dissipating the haze of Chen's army's defeat for several days.

An Bochen walked under the bloody sun. He saw the soldiers of the two armies staring at him. No one paid attention to him. He was even more leisurely and complatan. He walked leisurely among the golden horses, looking around curiously.

At this moment, he saw a pair of triangular eyes under the rebel's flag. An Bochen could see clearly that although the man was more than ten years younger, he was undoubtedly Xiao Hou.

"Marshal, the general Chen is very brave, and it is invincible without the general Wu Ji."

Xiao Hou arched his hand and said to the leader of the rebels.

After more than a hundred steps, An Bochen heard it clearly. Looking at Xiao Hou, who was a thief, subconsciously, a funny idea came up.