Chapter 430 Meet Mr. Peng

After the three dynasties came to the five realms, the region was divided.

The eastern border is the richest. It is divided from north to south by Yin and Jie dynasties. There are many countries in the eastern border, and Da Kuang is only one of them.

In the north of Da Kuang, across the vast sea and desert, there was once a country called Baiche. There is a big river running from west to east in the border of the country. The river is red and yellow all year round, but the locals have the custom of casting gold statues to worship the river god. However, when celebrating festivals or marriages, the rich will always sink the pre-cast gold statues into the bottom of the river. Day after day, year after year, I don't know how many gold statues at the bottom of the river. The light emitted reflects the river red and yellow.

At this time, on the Baiche River, the canoe went down the stream. On the boat stood a great man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. His muscles were bumpy and his clothes were mottled with blood, but he had no spare time to wash.

Even on the way, he did not forget to practice. In his breath, his eyes were full of fire, and it seemed that there were two red lanterns hanging from afar.

After Dongyue withdrew from the army, Dian Kui did not withdraw with the crowd. First, he was not from the emperor, and secondly, he did not want to stay under the eyes of the king of Dongyue. The battles in those years were extremely difficult and dangerous. Li Zilong died in the battle, Yin Xin died in the battle, and Guan Yunyi was seriously injured. Wuhua, Zhang Bushi and the first Wang Feng had disappeared for a long time. From beginning to end, the two people he was most concerned about did not appear.

One is Lv Fengqi, and the other is An Bochen.

The reason why he can live to this day is that in that dark war, he found the strange power hidden in the depths of blood. That power has been since he was a child. At the beginning of his practice, he woke up from time to time, which made him defeat the strong enemy again and again. In those years of battle, he was completely awakened and saved his life again and again. Until today, it has helped him break through to the peak of the five heavens.

He doesn't know what the power is. Sometimes it excites him, and sometimes it scares him.

When he died in Da Kuang, the mad dragon in the desert never knew what fear was. Today, he did not know that it was just a feeling that made him very uncomfortable. However, the more afraid he was, the more he could exert the power hidden in his blood to the extreme. Leaving Wuzhen Haidu, Diankui returned to Da Kuang, but found that things were different, which made him feel uncomfortable. While hiding in the east, he devoted himself to practice. Fortunately, there were not too many teenagers. Those powerful breaths left one after another. The highest immortals and demons left by the land of the Three Dynasties were only six. Heavy sky.

After being aggrieved for so long, Dian Kui can finally stop hiding. He was surprised to find that in the face of opponents in the same realm, he can always exert his strength beyond this realm at critical times and kill the other party. In the face of enemies who are more advanced than him, he can also use that power to escape in crisis.

He vaguely guessed that the strange power hidden in his blood was related to his natural bottomless hole. Although he woke up, he could not fully master it and could not do whatever he wanted. Later, he heard the news of Wuhua and Huo Chuanyun. Like him, Wuhua hid in Tibet and occasionally came out to kill one or two little demons and fairies, and then there was no news. As for Huo Chuanyun, after the death of Emperor Kuang, he inherited the mysterious treasure house left by Da Kuang. He didn't know how to create an undead horse and survive in the desolate land in the cracks of the three dynasties.

Some people in the three dynasties once thought that the treasure house owned by Huo Chuanyun was a part of the Tiangong, but with the departure of the true immortals, this idea was denied. The Tiangong was not in the eastern boundary, nor in the north-west and south three boundings, but in the fifth boundary that had not been found so far.

Even Dian Kui is a little curious. Huo Chuanyun and his Taishanzong did not appear in Wuzhen Haidu, but since he can live until now, his current strength must not be weak, and I don't know how he did it.

A few days ago, he received a letter from Huo Chuanyun's Feihe and invited him to help him. Dian Kui left without thinking about it.

He doesn't know how long he can live, but he just can't get used to the faces of those immortals and demons. Like the King of Dongyue, there is another set on the surface. However, all mortals who believe in immortals and demons will die prematurely and become their fertilizer to improve their practice.

Maybe my life is destined to end with the scolding of the rebels, those loyal mortals...

Following the stream, the river wind raised his long hair and danced behind him. Dian Kui thought so, with an exaggerated smile on the corners of his mouth, cold and fierce.

He did not find that in the dense forest along the coast, one or two gray birds flew out from time to time, and the light flashed in the small bird's eyes.

......

Four days later, the State of Wei, which is now Wei County in Kuang State.

An Bochen sat on the third floor of the restaurant, looking at the endless streets and drinking Wei Di's wine.

He already knew who was the monster who fought with him in the Dragon Girl Palace that day. Simajin made it clear in his reply that he was the third son of the imperial master, the famous Mr. Peng. Inheriting the bloodline of the Kunpeng family, even Yin Dynasty agreed that if Mr. Peng was a little more like a monster, there would definitely be another figure like Peng Taishi in the future.

An Bochen could draw with such a character, but Sima Jin did not show too much joy, and there was worry between the lines. For the upcoming event, Simajin said vaguely and did not dissuade An Bochen, but only told him to be careful of one person.

"The son of the Yin Dynasty is more powerful than the third son of Peng... Why did you always meet such a difficult opponent when you go back to Da Kuang?

An Bochen whispered, drank all the wine in the glass, looked at the corner of the street, and waved with a smile.

The Wen Wenzi in a white robe on the corner of the street also smiled at An Bochen. The two were like old friends who had known each other for many years, speechless and tacit understanding.

Walking on the overrunning street, from time to time, Wei people look at Mr. Peng San curiously, but he seems to enjoy this feeling very much. The big demon walks in the market leisurely.

"You have the courage to come a day earlier."

He was full of wine. Mr. Peng looked at An Bochen with a smile on his face: "Don't stiffen your face and lower your head. Don't worry, I'm too lazy to use impermanent eyes when I don't fight."

"Looking at you, you seem to like the world very much."

An Bochen said with a faint smile.

"Not at all. The people here are much more interesting than Jiuyuanzhou. The immortals and demons are only in their legends. They are aweed and like it, but when they really see it, they just want to escape with their tails.

Mr. Peng smiled playfully, and then stretched out his finger to the crowd: "Look at them, there are satisfied smiles on their faces. Under my rule, I don't have to pay taxes. I don't have to worry about the domineering officials, have enough food and clothing, live and work in peace and contentment, and live a life that is countless times happier than before. If you people really think about it for them, why do you rebel every day? In my opinion, you don't establish your own dynasty because of your own selfish desires, so that the people can continue to be cattle and horses.

"In the mortal dynasty, even if there are harsh taxes, corrupt officials, and all kinds of unhungry, it is because of this that the people will know how to fight for everything they want and learn to resist. Instead of being blinded like now, you forget yourself and be deprived of longevity and hope, but you don't know it.

An Bochen said calmly, looking at the people with empty smiles on the street, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"You are deserving others by yourself. You have been detached from mortals, thinking that mortals will have unreachable ideals like you. As far as I know, mortals, they only want to live in peace, eat well and wear warm clothes, day after day, year after year, there are no soldiers and disasters, and quietly wait for the end of life. And they have all this now. Mr. Peng said with a smile.

"If you don't give them a chance to choose, let them enter your cage. You will always be superior, and they are infinite reincarnation nutrients to support you. I don't think this is what they need."

Staring at Mr. Peng San, An Bochen said word by word.

"If you don't specul, you can't distinguish between you for three days and three nights. Besides, you still have those people like you. Even if you can barely save your lives, you can't change all this."

Mr. Peng San said Youyou, and then laughed, "You have the intention to kill. By the way, you don't want to know why we turn a blind eye to those who hide on the border. I can tell you now.