Chapter 235 Prelude

I don't know when the teenager who meditated on the branches opened his eyes.

If it hadn't been for Xu Tai's inadvertent glance, he would never have found that the teenager in his blue shirt and a long gun was staring at him motionless, with unspeakable strangeness in the silence, and he didn't know how long he had been watching it.

What is he doing? Why did he look at me like that?

Xu Tai's heart beat fast, and the more he felt that his hands and feet were tied, the sticks and shadows were continuous, and the whip was getting more and more chaotic.

The cold wind rolled from the forest, the figure shook, and Xu's heart suddenly sank, but it was the quiet teenager who floated down, and the rabbit was approaching.

"Haha, I won't bother Brother An to take action this time, and suppress the array for the little monk..."

Seeing that An Bochen woke up, Wuhua's momentum was more powerful, and he danced like the wind, and went straight to Xu Tai's lower plate.

Xu Tai first underestimated Wuhua. Although Wuhua only has the cultivation of the ground, he is better than being flexible and does not fall behind when fighting. Xu Tai's momentum, which has been fighting for a long time, has gradually declined. Fortunately, he has not lost confidence after going through the battlefield for a long time. But An Bochen, who killed Hou Jun, suddenly woke up and stared at him with that seemingly calm but condensed eyes. He looked straight at his heart hair, and the whip in his hand slowed down.

Seeing this situation, Wuhua was more willing to fight. He spared his left hand to pinch the printing method. He just wanted to take this opportunity to kill Xu Tai here.

But at this moment, a roar sounded from behind him, like thunder on the ground, which shocked him and Xu Tai.

As soon as Wuhua wanted to open his mouth, he saw a purple thunder passing by his eyes and turning into a big hand halfway, roaring and crushing the copper whip entangled with the magic wand, and suddenly grabbed Xu Tai's throat.

Xu Tai has been fighting for many years. He has never seen such a strange Taoism. He panicked and didn't react. The thunder flashed and put his head down.

Blood spewed out of his neck cavity and splashed on the ground.

"Plop!"

The body fell from the horse's back, and the head cut by the thunder hand fell almost at the same time.

Turning around, Wuhua frowned and looked at An Bochen.

When Liujing met three years ago, he was just a shy little servant. Although he had killed people, he had never been so cruel. On the contrary, he seemed to be a little guilty after killing people. Three years later, things changed, and he also became a murderous character, but men should be like this.

"Brother An, this won't work. You can't let you come out alone every time you are in the limelight."

Looking at Xu Tai, who couldn't die anymore, Wuhua sighed and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"I just want to kill people."

Looking at the soles of his feet, An Bochen whispered.

Although it was happy to kill Xu Tai, it was only that moment. Before she was rescued, An Bochen could not calm down the anger in his heart.

Looking at An Bochen strangely, Wuhua hesitated and said, "That's all, that's all, let's go to Zhongdu."

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen looked at Wuhua and said with an apologetic smile, "I may not be able to go with you."

"Why?"

"I have something else to do."

"What's so important? Brother An, the little monk has been waiting for this day for a long time.

An Bochen smiled and did not answer.

This is his own business, and it is also his own battle, but I don't know if it will be his last battle. He doesn't want to pull Wuhua's back. It's not An Bochen's selfless and righteous. On the contrary, he has a little selfishness. In case of defeat in this battle, he can't make Emperor Kuang better. With Wuhua and Zhang Bushi in them, he may be able to kill a few more generals and kill a few more legendary masters.

Although An Bochen is only 17 years old, he has long lost the youth of ordinary young people. He planned to deal with Emperor Kuang to the end and prepare his momentum, but he didn't wait for him. From now on, he had to embark on the road of no return. From Wujing to Shangjing, it can be a month or half a month in short. In the past 20 days, he doesn't know how many strong enemies he will encounter or where he will fall.

The road ahead is full of thorns, and there are many murders, but no matter how difficult and desperate it is, An Bochen will not flinch.

Naturally, Wuhua would not understand An Bochen's idea. He frowned and looked at An Bochen. Wu Hua's expression gradually became cold. He laughed for a long time and left with a stick.

Hesitating, An Bochen did not control the "White Ape Lord" to keep up after all.

It's rare to be selfish, so it's better to be selfish.

An Bochen occupied the body of the white ape with thunder beads. He planned to use him as a backhand killing move, rushed to Zhongdu, lurking on his side, and unexpectedly killed the two legendary masters.

Now, he is about to kill Wu Jing from north to south. Although he has the will to die, An Bochen will not die in vain. Before that, he still has a lot of things to prepare. There is a white ape who is infinitely powerful, which can save him a lot of troubles.

As soon as his heart moved, a white shadow rushed out of the forest, which was the owner of the white ape who had been taken away by An Bochen.

Quietly looking at the dull-eyed white ape master, An Bochen seemed to see the emperor who sat alone thousands of miles away.

"Wait for me, sneeling emperor."

With a sneer, An Bochen copied the innocence with his backhand, and the shadow of the gun was like a remnant, and suddenly bombarded at his feet.

The dust flies, and as the innocence goes deeper and deeper, a hole 50 to 60 feet deep appears on the soles of An Bochen's feet.

With the gun, An Bochen jumped into the cave, and the white ape master sat cross-legged at the mouth of the cave, gradually regained his brilliance in his eyes, and he swept alertly to the four directions.

Xifu Jun Xu Tai was killed, and the strong men of Qi will soon know that they will send troops to hunt down An Bochen and avenge Xu Tai. No matter where An Bochen escapes, as long as he has a hundred-day entourage, he can't escape. Instead of hiding and wasting time, it's better to make a hole to get in. The white ape ordered the master to guard the mouth of the cave. His current ten-foot Dharma body should be the strongest state, and he can't get in. It can be said that he can't open it.

In his heart, An Bochen sat cross-legged, his right eyes were dizzy, and he wandered out of his mind. He flashed through the deep hole when he was young, and a shadow disappeared.

Chen Guo, Xishan.

An Bochen is dressed in blue and ethereal, but only those who open their eyes can see it.

Standing in front of a cave, An Bochen picked up stones and drew two semicircle on the cave, then tapped three times and hit seven times.

When I was young, circles of ripples floated on the cave, and two gates appeared in the ripples.

The little devil who patrolled the mountain opened the door and saw An Bochen. First, he was stunned and hesitated to ask, "I don't know Shangxian..."

"It's me, an innocent man."

An Bochen couldn't help saying that he strode in, and the little ghost patrolling the mountain followed in horror, shaking the flag and conveying something to the little ghost in the cave.

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Turning around a rockery, An Bochen saw the Xishan Shenjun in a silver and white cloak strode forward, with a warm face.

"Where have you been these days? I haven't been drinking with an old ghost for a long time."

Xishan Shenjun has a bold temperament. Among the seven or eight gods An Bochen knows, he is the one who can talk about it the most.

Time is tight. An Bochen can't care about the cold and warm. His eyes are firmly locked on the cloak behind the Xishan Shenjun. He said in a low voice, "Come to the Shenjun today. It's really a ruthless invitation."

Hearing the words, Xishan Shenjun was stunned. He looked at An Bochen in surprise and spread out his hands and said, "If you want to kill, we can't take action against the monks in the world, otherwise it will be against the heavenly rules. If you want to borrow money, hey, Shangxian also knows that I, Xishan Shenjun, is a poor man. I want to..."

"I only use the god's cloak."

Before Xishan Shenjun finished speaking, An Bochen interrupted.

Xishan Shenjun was stunned, looked at An Bochen strangely, and said, "The innocent brother is joking. My cloak is just a defective product, but it can block the wind..."

"Last year, the god king said that your cloak was refined when the previous god was bored. Although it was a defective product, it was invulnerable by water and fire, and it could withstand a heavy blow of the seven-grade Taoist charms."

An Bochen didn't have time to talk about it and said bluntly, "If God can lend it to innocence, innocence will owe God a favor."

"Conn's favor?"

Xishan Shenjun smiled and played with the taste.

"Ten years later, the immortals will come to the eastern world. Does the god think you can continue to occupy this Xishan Mountain by then?"

An Bochen looked directly into the eyes of Xishan Shenjun and said calmly.

When the voice fell, Xishan Shenjun's body was slightly shaken, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He muttered for a long time, "How do you know... That's right. How can Shangxian not know the fall of the Western Realm?

An Bochen's words were purely blind, and he didn't expect Xishan Shenjun to have such a big reaction. Ten years later, Xianlin Dongjie seemed to be much more complicated than expected. However, at present, An Bochen has no time to think about this. Looking at the Xishan God, An Bochen stretched out his hand.