Chapter 234 Prelude to the Prelude

Under the morning light, a dusty figure swept across the Xijiang River, swept through the dense forest, and flew south.

The soul comes out of the body, and the mind arrives in an instant, which is equivalent to teleportation. An Bochen hasn't traveled for a long time. Now he is out of the shackles of his body and naturally wants to soar to his heart's content.

One breath is ten miles, and each breath is a little heavy.

The soul is often used by the god master to push the heavenly opportunity. An Bochen's cultivation can't keep up. He can't use the soul to push blessings and avoid evil like the god master, but he also feels a trace of ominous. The closer he is to the south, the stronger the feeling of uneasiness.

Flying into the sky, An Bochen looked down from heaven and earth, but he saw that Wu in the south, thousands of miles away, was shrouded in a haze and gusts of wind.

Is it possible that the ghost army has changed?

With a tight heart, An Bochen didn't have time to wander around. His body flashed and disappeared in the sky of Qijing. The next moment, he appeared in Wujing, which was separated by the mountains and rivers.

The spring is bright, and the soft wind is gentle and charming. An Bochen stood on the street of Langfang, staring at the huge welcome team.

The gongs and drums are noisy and happy. The big red silk is spread from the street to the end of the street, straight into the mansion with the word "Sima" written on the plaque.

For no reason, An Bochen's heart beat wildly. There were no internal organs in the soul body, let alone heart, but An Bochen could clearly feel the tension and uneasiness in his heart.

"Langfei is out of the cabinet!"

The shout came from a distance, and An Bochen was stunned.

She once said that the owner of the Sima family would marry her to the children of the royal family, so she would never be awarded the title of Concubine Lang.

With a little peace of mind, An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the door of the house.

An embroidered shoe crossed the threshold, followed by a fiery red skirt, followed by a red cap, under which was a jade-white faceless mask.

The mask covers most of the face, revealing two red and delicate lips, tightly squeezed, shining with a touching luster in the sun.

An Bochen's soul suddenly shook and almost failed to stand firm.

His eyes went up along the red lips and quickly brushed the plain and faceless mask. An Bochen looked at the extremely familiar eyes, and his whole body was emptied in an instant.

The pupil is like cutting water, endless, like the fireworks river in winter, condensed like ice, with hazy smoke waves, beautiful, but it is the kind of heartbreaking beauty.

He was so distressed that An Bochen couldn't stand it. He turned into a shadow and rushed straight to meet the team.

But at this moment, the heavy haze spread from the streets of Langfang, and the wind roared. From there, two people in black robes came out. Under the cloak were a frightening face, the left head of the bull, the right head of the horse, each holding a long forked iron rod.

"Stop!"

The horse couldn't help talking and hit An Bochen with a stick.

An Bochen is a nine-fold heavenly thunder soul body. Naturally, he is not afraid of the magic weapon of the yin god, and the middle stick does not feel pain. But after all, he can't display all the magic power of the soul, and was intercepted on the spot by the bull's head and horse.

"Make way."

An Bochen said with a stiff face.

The bull-headed horse looked at each other and was surprised.

They are from the city god of Wujing and are controlled by the governor of the ghost army. Today, they come here only to guard according to the usual practice to prevent ghosts from making trouble during the day. Unexpectedly, there are human monks coming here and plotting.

The divine master has gone, and there are only a few fake gods and aliens from the far west. Who is the teenager in front of him?

After a long silence, Niutou looked at the horse's face and arched his hand to An Bochen and said, "Today is the day of Miss Sima's Seventh. Please go back home."

"Great joy?"

An Bochen smiled angrily and ignored it. A trace of thunder flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the soul body crossed the bull's head and horse's face out of thin air and teleported to the front of the team.

Another cloudy wind swept by, and a huge ink pen appeared in the void. The pen judge appeared closely. The pen shadow was drawn in the void. In an instant, the rune was drawn, and the heavy haze trapped An Bochen in it. An Bochen flashed left and right, but neither teleportation nor flying in the sky could get out of it.

"Please come back, Shangxian."

Like the bull-headed horse face, the judge does not want to easily offend the monks. What's more, even the blind judge can't judge the realm of the soul. Obviously, the young monk did not master the mystery of divine travel, otherwise how could he be easily trapped? But after all, they are restrained by the ghost army and can't leave their posts without permission. They can only persuade them in a good voice.

There was a judge in the front, and there was a bull's head and a horse in the back. An Bochen was trapped in it and watched Sima Jin walk towards the golden sedan chair, but there was nothing he could do.

Gradually, An Bochen returned to calm, and his face was like an ancient well.

Although the divine tour is wonderful, it is only the soul out of the body. Even if An Bochen breaks through many obstacles and comes to her, he can't take her away, and she can't go out of the body and can't see herself.

The spring is bright, but An Bochen doesn't want to look at it again. He closes his eyes, and the sound of gongs and drums echoes in his ears, and there is great irony in the celebration.

The bull-headed horse and the judge looked at An Bochen and waited silently. Suddenly, the teenager with a temperament opened his eyes. The thunder tide in his eyes flooded, which shocked the wind, water and fire in an instant. The four waves surged, one after another, but the angry sea disappeared in an instant, and the young monk disappeared.

With a long sigh of relief, the three ghosts and gods looked at each other and looked back at the girl at the door of the house.

Although they didn't say anything, they knew that the long journey to Beijing was destined not to be An Province, but Wu Jing was not within the scope of their responsibilities, which also made them feel relieved.

"Let's get on the sedan chair."

The purple dragon girl said.

One foot is only half a step away from the car, but it hasn't been stepped on for a long time. Sima Jin swept through the deserted and lively Langfang, as if he was searching for something.

"No matter who you are waiting for, you will never wait."

The voice of the Purple Dragon Girl is always quiet and indifferent.

"It's true."

Sima Jin nodded, stepped on the sedan chair, and suddenly looked back at the purple dragon girl and said, "by the way, another legendary master died just now."

Hearing this, the purple dragon goddess was indifferent and did not show any surprise, but just said "um" gently.

"Emperor Kuang asked you to come and kill us, but now you are dying one after another. You are not curious whether this will be your majesty's original intention."

Simajin did not give up. As long as he hasn't arrived in Beijing, everything is not decided.

It's a pity that the Purple Dragon Girl is still calm, as if she trusts her loyal majesty to the extreme.

"It's useless. Sit down."

With that, the purple dragon girl stepped on the carpstick and stood quietly beside Sima Jin, with her face like water.

"It's really..."

Simajin smiled helplessly. As soon as he sat down, the sound of gongs and drums roared, and in the sound of fireworks and firecrackers, the welcoming team had already started.

It seems difficult to escape under the eyelids of such a woman who can't get in, but in the end, she still has to have a try. If it really doesn't work, she can only get out of her body and give up her body.

Simajin said secretly in his heart, looking at the bead chain on his wrist and groping gently.

Although this body is troublesome, it belongs to her after all, and she is more or less reluctant to give up. In addition, she owes him a promise.

......

By the West River, a fierce battle is in full play.

Wuhua met no one else. It was Xu Tai, the general of the State of Qi and one of the Thirteen Juns.

Xu Tai had heavenly cultivation and naturally found An Bochen walking on the border of Qi. As a general of Qi, he didn't care about the reward for An Bochen. Originally, he disdained to come to An Bochen, but not long ago, there was a news that shocked the tigers and wolves in the world. An Bochen, a traitor of Liu, killed Hou Jun in the first battle in Kansai.

Five tigers, seven heroes and thirteen Jun are the long-known Xiji old man. It has not changed for many years, but one is empty because An Bochen killed Hou Jun.

Before the tiger and wolf appeared to replace Hou Jun, that seat belonged to the rebel An Bochen. Although no one will admit it on the surface, it is self-evident that the world's tigers and wolves are high and low based on their strength. Therefore, in public and private, Xu Tai must kill An Bochen. How can the thirteen juns in the world allow a discredited traitor to sit with them?

Finally, he found An Bochen and happened to meet Qin Monk Wuhua. Xu Tai was overjoyed.

The situation between Qi and Qin is like water and fire. If Wuhua can be killed again, Xu Tai's reputation in Kuangxi will definitely rise to the extreme.

But Xu Tai never thought that the young man with cultivation in a place could fight so well. Although he had the upper hand after fighting for more than 50 years, he still failed to win.

Xu Tai regretted a little. He regretted that he didn't bring some of his men. A Wu Hua Shang was so difficult to deal with. If there was another An Bochen... Fortunately, he is still mediting on the branch, but no matter how he looks at it, it is full of strangeness.

With a whip, Xu Tai took time to look at the branch.

His heart suddenly jumped, and Xu Tai's back aroused a chill.