Chapter 327 Future

At the foot of the East Mountain, there is a grand scene of worship for thousands of people.

Only today, ordinary villagers are qualified to come here, but they can't climb the East Mountain, so they can only gather at the foot of the mountain to camp. From the foothills of the mountain to the mountainside is a place where the southern barren literature and martial arts stop. Only the Southern Emperor and the princes and grandchildren are qualified to climb the East Mountain, come to the place closest to the wilderness gods, and be side by side with the witches.

The status of the witch is not as high as that of the Southern Emperor, but the rules of the Holy Council have always been like this, and no one has ever crossed it.

However, this time it is a little different.

On a plain on the west side of the East, there are two groups of people.

The first batch is the southern wilderness indigenous army, rattan armor, coated with bright red paint.

The other is the iron-armored copper helmet, which is bright, and it is Da Kuang's army.

The two people are clearly separated, half a miles apart. Suridently, there is no big fight, but they can't hide their strong hostility from each other.

The southern wilderness and the middle land have been incompatible with water and fire. The expedition of the princes of the southern wilderness is either a tragic victory or a fiasco, and the people of the southern wilderness have also suffered a lot. Therefore, if the two meet, they will die or die. Now everything is fine, which is also a rare spectacle in Da Kuang's history.

That's more strange than that.

The people of the southern wilderness crawled on the ground to worship the Holy Mountain. When they look at the top of the mountain, their eyes will more or less show strange colors.

Outside the witch temple on the top of the mountain, there are not only a group of witches and Southern Emperors, but also thousands of barren guards, all of whom are the Southern Emperor's own soldiers, all proficient in magic and Taoist skills. In addition, there seems to be other people.

"Hey, what is your majesty arguing with?"

Huo Chuanyun looked at the Southern Emperor, who was quarreling with the leading witch, and then asked the Huang Wei beside him.

Although these wilderness guards are natives of the southern wilderness, they can speak. At this time, they squeezed their mouths one by one, did not squint, and did not pay attention to Huo Chuanyun at all.

Huo Chuanyun was bored and walked to the Purple Dragon Girl.

"No one has seen that Wuzong for a few days, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive. Little Dragon Girl, do you think there is anything else to play in this holy society?

The purple dragon girl's face was condensed. After hearing Huo Chuanyun's words, her eyes darkened slightly and she said coldly, "This holy meeting is different from the past. Whether there is a witch sect or not, it has to be carried out, just for the treasure that turns the world around. Didn't you see that Nandi was urging Wu Zong?

Under the ghost's face, Huo Chuanyun's eyes turned around and smiled and said, "but I don't know whether it will belong to the Southern Emperor or our majesty after the birth of the magic weapon?"

Hearing the words, the Purple Dragon Girl glanced at the careless Huo Chuanyun and was slightly alert: "It's not that you don't know that this magic weapon is the magic weapon of the world. Both Your Majesty and the Southern Emperor know it very well."

"The same magic weapon can turn the universe around and change the fate ten years later... This is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Huo Chuanyun smiled and looked at the purple dragon girl sarcastically: "Don't bully me. I don't know. It must be that the Southern Emperor knew that he was unable to keep the treasure, so he gave up with Emperor Kuang in exchange for the benefits. Can you bring all the promised benefits to your trip to Nanhuang this time?

The purple dragon girl's face stiffened. She turned her head and stared coldly at Huo Chuanyun and didn't say anything.

"If you don't answer, it's the default."

Huo Chuayun did not let go of the purple dragon girl at all. He smiled and met the eyes of the purple dragon girl: "By the way, what's the use of the baby? Is it really a stove, as the prover says?

Compared with the Purple Dragon Girl, Emperor Kuang's trust in Huo Chuanyun is obviously much smaller. Of course, this also has something to do with the usual performance of the Wanderer played by Huo Chuanyun.

"When you go back to the palace, you will ask your majesty by yourself."

After saying that, the Purple Dragon Girl turned to the witch temple and looked like she was refusing people for thousands of miles. Huo Chuayun could only shake her head and smile bitterly.

......

"When you get the aphrase, the treasure that seems to be very big should be the stove in the second sentence of aphrase."

In the witch temple, Sima Jin's face showed deep thought: "There is a furnace twisting the universe in Dongshan... This so-called universe doesn't know what it means. If it refers to the situation in the world, it is also reluctant. The golden boy and the saint together... It is clear that the little official and the ninth princess can only rely on them to pick up the Dongshan stove. No wonder Jiu Chenjun insisted on leading the little official to the southern wilderness, but he had the idea of killing two birds with one stone, and the Southern Emperor also chased the little official closely. He should have known this second aphrase for a long time and wanted to get that treasure. The battle between Jiu Chenjun and Nandi should have ended with Jiu Chenjun's victory without any suspense. Just because he made a strange move and did not calculate your physical cultivation, just... Xiao Anzi, what are you in a daze!"

Looking at An Bochen with a dull face, Simajin was fury.

In this eloquent analysis, she wanted to open up the unclear situation in front of her, but someone was stunned, more like sleepwalking than sleepwalking, which made Sima Jin's teeth itchy. She couldn't wait to knock on An Bochen's forehead to see what he was thinking all day long, and why he couldn't change his mind in the past three years.

After rubbing his head, An Bochen turned to Sima Jin with a complicated look: "Hong Fu, do you believe all those four words?"

Hearing this, Simajin was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, and said, "I can only say whether I believe it or not. The power of ancient immortals is boundless. Maybe you can really infer the future in ten thousand years, not to mention the ancient immortals, even today's Da Kuang has many strange people who are proficient in this way. However, the way of fate and deduction is contradictory. It seems to make sense, but in a sense, it is not the same thing, because those who are proficient in deduction often can't calculate their own fate and the fate of those who are related to them.

An Bochen nodded, and then shook his head: "Do you think Da Kuang's future will become what is said in the poem?

Turning around, An Bochen looked at the niche not far away with unusually strange eyes and whispered.

"The heroes fight against demons and gods, and the death and death are finally empty. It began to be the way of heaven, and returned to the Immortal Dynasty... Hong Fu, these two sentences are not a good omen.

It's not just a good omen.

The two poems at the beginning of the poem don't seem to be a big deal, just like the lines sung at will in the play, but when they are connected with the secrets of Da Kuang, the eastern world and the world for thousands of years, they invisibly turn into a sadness, wrapped around An Bochen's heart and can't disperse for a long time.

"The heroes fight against demons and gods... Now the monster has appeared in Da Kuang, and there is only a demon god. Death and death are always empty. It seems that the end of my Da Kuang Qunying is not very good. It began to be the way of heaven, and returned to the Immortal Dynasty... The meaning of this sentence is even more clear that what happened tens of thousands of years ago will happen again. When the descendants of those immortals return, the so-called fairy dynasty will be opened. Where does the dynasty of immortals put us and other mortals?

An Bochen's tone was full of sadness and indignation, which made Sima Jin frown.

"Xiao Anzi, you worry too much."

Walking to An Bochen, Simajin smiled relievedly: "The scattered death in the poem may refer to those demons. Even if the immortals really return and create the so-called fairy dynasty, it may not be a bad thing, at least it will reproduce the former monistic situation. Besides, you and I and thousands of people are also the descendants of immortals.

"It's the descendants of those mortals who failed to escape."

An Bochen looked at Sima Jin strangely and looked up and said, "Did you forget what the six-eared ancient god said after writing the poem? I still remember what he said. After all, it is difficult for humble ants to control their own fate. In the end, they will inevitably become prisoners... Captive, Hongfu, are you willing to be a prisoner and a slave?

Staring at his toes, Simajin subconsciously avoided An Bochen's eyes.

She didn't know how to answer. Unlike An Bochen, even after so many years, she did not have much sense of belonging to the land under her feet. After knowing the four words, she was not as strongly touched by An Bochen.

But she saw a trace of heat in the eyes of the teenager beside her, which was a flame hidden under deep sadness and indignation, which represented a lot.

"Maybe it's not necessarily true." Simajin muttered in a low voice.

"Even if it is true, let it become fake. Why should the fate of countless people be determined by a fairy trapped in the bell ten thousand years ago?"

Suddenly looking up, Simajin looked at the teenager who clenched his fists.

With An Bochen's words, Sima Qin saw the teenager in the martial arts arena in Liujing that year in a trance. The words of Old Man Xiao echoed in Sima Qin's ear again, which made Sima Qin a little flustered at this moment.

If those two poems are true, it's really like what Xiao Anzi understood... What a terrible existence he will face in the future.

The heroes fight against demons and gods, and the death and death are finally empty...

Sruched her lips, Sima Jin gently held An Bochen's hand and smiled, "Our current situation is already so embarrassing. What do you want to do in the future? Let's worry about what will happen in the future. Let's take care of it now.

Holding the warm jade in his hand, An Bochen was in a slightly better mood, but suddenly he blushed and said, "If those things really happen in ten years, what should you do?"

Hearing this, Simajin was stunned, but he heard an unusual smell from An Bochen's words.

After a long silence, Sima Jin looked straight ahead and pouted, "You saved my life. What else can I do? Naturally, I will follow you to fight monsters today, and I will accompany you to bully the immortals tomorrow.

It was deliberately said lightly. Simajin just didn't want this rare atmosphere to be heavily damaged by those heavy things.

"What about you?"

Looking up at An Bochen, who was unconsciously half a head taller than himself, Simajin asked seriously.

"We will not live up to each other." An Bochen didn't think about it, and he was resolute.

Like their inexplicable acquaintance, there is no warning, and the vow between the two is set in such a ridiculous situation.

Although there are numbness and eccentricity, it is not abrupt, and the water is ordinary.

Outside is the Southern Wilderness Holy Society that is about to bloom. The people inside don't have time to continue to love you and me, and the wind and snowy night are not in the present.

Simajin took out the witch puppet from his arms and cast a spell to ingest.

An Bochen brewed a cycle of the week, jumped to the top of the temple, grabbed the top railing to support his body, and then showed his magic power. His left eye looked at the ten miles of land, and his right eye searched for yin and yang, looking for the body of Jiuchenjun.

The Southern Emperor and a group of witches did not intend to enter the temple for a long time. The holy meeting should be held outside the temple. At present, it seems that it is not a bad thing that the two accidentally stay in the witch temple for a few more days, but also has great benefits.

Simajin manipulates Li Xiaoguan, and the baby will know as soon as it is born.

And An Bochen monitored Jiu Chenjun to prevent him from taking action.

Think of this witch temple, which no one seems to come in, as a "old nest". The two yellow finch can be said to be unconscious. Whether to take action or not depends on what the treasure is, as long as it can keep the young official and not let Jiu Chenjun succeed.