Chapter 417 Faith and Yuan Life

"Relying that you are a big family on Zhuque Street, you are both soft and hard, forcing the people in Zhuque Street to worship demons. Well, your family mourns today. I don't care about you. But don't do it again. If I find out again, I will never show mercy.

The man said righteously, and then looked in the direction of the palace with some fear, turned around and was about to leave.

"You... You are so unreasonable. We worship immortals, but you slander demons! Mother is right. You thieves shouldn't stay in the world!"

A middle-aged man came out of the family and looked at Yan Xiaodao with fear, but still said bravely.

It can make a weak person have so much courage to see how much the "immortals" they usually worship affect them.

Hearing this, the man stopped, and his back trembled slightly, suppressing his anger.

"Hahaha, what a bunch of fools! You still don't know that if you hadn't worshipped the monster day and night, how could you lose your longevity and die in your prime?

"You talk nonsense!"

"If you continue to slander, the immortals will not let you go!"

......

"Loss the yuan's life?"

An Bochen thought about something and vaguely guessed something in his heart. At this time, he looked up at the outside of the building. Just as the man was arguing with the family, a demonic spirit flew out of the palace and was coming to Moyun Tower at a fast speed. In a blink of an eye, he reached Zhuque Street.

It was not until the demonic spirit floated into the Moyun Tower that the man reacted and his face changed sharply.

"Oh no, it's been found!"

It was too late for the man to leave at this time. He turned around and looked behind him.

The pink clouds wrapped around the Moyun Building, the fairy sound sounded, and there was a strange fragrance in the building. The family had already been dumbfounded.

"It's so bold that ordinary people dare to talk about immortals."

A pleasant voice sounded, and a woman in a pink feathercoat came out of the clouds. Her expression was dignified and solemn, giving people a feeling that they could only be seen from a distance.

"The fairy has appeared!"

"Fairy, what a fairy!"

The family crawled on the ground from old to young, kowtowed to the "fairy".

Looking at the demon niche strangely, the "fairy" looked at the man and gently opened her red lips: "Now, how dare you say that I am a demon?"

The man clenched his teeth, raised a shadow on his arm, and a long knife hanging behind his back fell into the palm of his hand in a blink of an eye.

"Even if you wait for the monster to hide it from the world, but the monster is a monster. Even if it changes into an immortal, it can't change the truth."

"Good to say."

The "fairy" smiled and patted her palm and said, "Well, let this family judge, who is the real monster?"

With her back to the family, the "fairy" smiled coldly at the corners of her mouth, and the cinnabar mole in her eyebrows suddenly turned blood red, and a blood-colored bead shot out of it. The two were only five steps apart. Although the man was prepared, his cultivation was, after all, lower than that of the fairy, and he was instantly imprinted by the beads.

"It's not good..."

The man stood stiff on the spot, with a look of pain on his face. He tried his best to drive out the beads in his eyebrows, but the beads began to be difficult at the moment they entered his body.

"Ah, monster!"

"It turns out that these thieves are monsters themselves, and they dare to slander the fairy aunt. It's really vicious!"

The family stared at the man whose body was changing and shouted indignantly.

Daw... Is this my life?

Looking at the stle of the mane growing on his arm, he felt the wings gradually opening behind his back, and the man shouted unwillingly at the bottom of his heart.

Since he became a thief in the world, it has not been a day or two to be wronged. Yan Xiaodao has long been used to it and knows that he will be caught by the monsters that occupy this country at any time. At that time, he will definitely die miserably. But he really didn't want to die in this way. He was turned into a monster by the real monster. In the abuse and contempt of the world, he died with endless humiliation.

Give me another ten years... It won't take that long. As long as five years, five years is enough. When I realize the mystery of the fairyland and break through to the four heavens, I will be able to come back dignifiedly, kill demons and eliminate demons, and sweep away the miasma of our Liu Kingdom.

Yan Xiaodao thought so, and looked at the sarcastic "fairy fairy" on the opposite side, and a strong sadness welled in his heart.

The skin on his face tightened inward, and his lips had turned into a beak. Yan Xiaodao closed his eyes in despair and did not want to see his ugly appearance when he died.

At this moment, the breeze from nowhere brushed his cheeks. Yan Xiaodao only felt that his body was light, and the bead in his forehead flew away. Yan Xiaodao was stunned and hurriedly opened his eyes. The mane on his arm swept away and touched his face, which was also the same as before.

"Who is the master, please show up?"

The "fairy" looked uneasy on her face. She glanced around and said loudly.

From the shadow somewhere on the wall, a blurred figure came out, and the candlelight swayed, illuminating the man's appearance.

Yan Xiaodao was stunned, and then opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time.

“...... Elder An."

Yan Xiaodao never thought that he would see An Bochen fishing leisurely in the East China Sea again. Now he already knows what An Bochen meant by the "battlefield" in those years, but more than a hundred years later, those predecessors who flew to Wuzhen Haidu had no news. With the immortals and demons descending the five worlds, Yan Xiaodao has gradually forgotten An Bochen.

Once the first person in Liu, he struggled to catch up with the goal, and he didn't know what level of senior An's cultivation has reached now. Since he can relieve himself, his cultivation should not be under this monster, and his cultivation has reached the realm of immortals. There are only a few of the so-called "rannical thieves".

Clenched his fists, and Yan Xiaodao was full of excitement.

But when he looked at the banshee, he was shocked again.

I saw the banshee looking at An Bochen nervously, and a look of fear flashed on her face from time to time.

Is it possible that Elder An's cultivation is still above the witch?

Yan Xiaodao's complex thoughts are sometimes happy and sometimes gloomy. When he met in the East China Sea that year, he was a heavenly product, and An Bochen was just a god. The gap between the two was just a realm.

"The man just now turned out to be you."

The voice of the banshee seemed to squeeze out of her throat, sweeping away the previous peace and solemnity, with a trace of ferociousness, which made the stunned family tremble.

"What on earth is this niche used for?"

Looking at the banshee, An Bochen did not answer the question.

A fine light flashed in his eyes. An Bochen saw through the original shape of the banshee, which was the golden statue in the demon niche.

"Senior An, these monsters let the people worship the demon niches, so that they can absorb the power of faith when practicing, but they will damage the longevity of the young people, which will be extremely harmful!"

Yan Xiaodao inserted the way.

As soon as he finished speaking, something happened. The middle-aged man who had argued with Yan Xiaodao before shivered, and then a strange red tide appeared on his face, but it was a photo of the return of the light.

"Erlang, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother!"

The old woman in filial piety looked at her second son, whose face was gradually pale. Before she stretched out her hand, the middle-aged man fell to the ground with a "plop".

Silent, the family looked at the "fairy" in their minds in disbelief. After watching for so long and listening for so long, even if they were confused in the past, they had vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, and their eyes looking at the banshee were full of fear.

"So your surname is Ann. Well, another one comes to show his strength. I can't deal with you. Someone will come to look for you. There will be no future."

The banshee knew that she was not An Bochen's opponent. When she spoke, she quickly retreated and pinched the seal. The pink fog rose, and her body gradually turned into nothingness.

"Senior An..." Yan Xiaodao shouted in a hurry.

Before the voice fell, An Bochen had already taken action.

His eyes were like a cold front, following the banshee like a shadow. An Bochen's right hand clenched into a fist and then opened it.

Yan Xiaodao, who was beside him, subconsciously stepped back two steps and looked at An Bochen's right hand suspiciously. He only felt that an extremely horrible breath was brewing in An Bochen's hand, as if it were a towering and majestic mountain, which was just held in An Bochen's hand.

"Run!"

With a cold shout, An Bochen pushed out with a palm, and the power in his hand also surged forward, dispersing the fog of the banshee.

In Hong Fu's message, let him not be impatient. Don't disturb the demon. In the Yin Dynasty, she obviously expected that An Bochen might find the secret of the demon niche. There is no need for Simajin to remind An Bochen

Know how powerful these monsters that dominate the interception are. Once they are shocked, they are not the only one he can defeat.