Chapter 632 The Power of the Immortal

Just as the female master hesitated, suddenly, a roar came from a distance and resounded through the sky.

The roar came from far to near, like a broken bamboo, in an instant.

The green silk flew in the wind, and the female teacher looked back and saw the man with an angry face.

"Why?" The man asked.

The female teacher's arm trembled, her lips opened gently, and opened halfway, but stopped.

She suddenly felt ridiculous. The man who once made her miss her uneasy was furious, destroyed the arrangement of the Underworld for thousands of years, and rushed to her just to ask why.

It's ridiculous.

"You are talking! How can you be like a woman!"

Simajin looked from afar and saw that the female master was silent again, and her heart also sank, and she couldn't help but scold.

He Jiu and the female believers behind you, look at me, I look at you, their faces are stiff, as if they are holding something. Although they know that it's not the time to laugh at the moment, they still can't help it. The master is... Woman.

"It's terrible."

Sima Jin shook her head and sighed. Sure enough, as soon as her sigh fell, the sound of killing came from all directions, shocking the sky, and the female believers on the island all changed color.

You don't have to think about it. It's only the two families who dare to think about the Nether Religion. They were killed by the soldiers of the Eastern God Sect.

The underworld religion, the top three forces in the world, should not have been so easy to be bullied. However, Jiu Chenjun, a scheming demon, calculated everything and gently flicked his finger to make the defense that Nether Religion was proud of. In the era of An Bochen and Sima Jin, Jiu Chenjun was an unknown person, but such an unknown person can hide in the dark and sneer at those people who call themselves heroes.

However, I have just arrived at the Underworld, and I don't have half a chip in my hand, otherwise I have to fight with him.

Simajin squeezed her hand and said secretly in her heart.

"Why?"

The man with white hair but full of alcohol asked, he was drunk and his tail stood up straight.

"Why?" The man asked for the third time.

The female teacher is still unresponsive.

Sima Jin stroked her forehead in distress, and she felt speechless about this pair of crazy men and women. Instead, Sima Jin patted her forehead vigorously: "How stupid, how can I forget? She won't say it, I'll say it!"

With a flash, Simajin also flips away and appears beside the female master.

"This big brother, Wang Shen General, here's the thing..." Sima Jin concealed her inner dissatisfaction, tried her best to squeeze out a smile, and said to Wang Ziyue, the first god of the palace today.

However, before she finished speaking, Wang Ziyue, who didn't wait for the female master to reply, finally left.

He broke in. In addition to questioning the female leader, he came to kill the man who appeared in the underworld religion, that is, An Bochen.

"Go to hell!"

With his hand holding an iron rod, Wang Ziyue jumped high, his eyes were golden, and he hit An Bochen fiercely.

Although he is like a mosquito and a giant tree compared with An Bochen, he is a real Xuanxian and one of the strongest people among Xuanxian. He can overturn the world with the power of his arms alone.

With the rise of Wang Ziyue, the shouts of killing from the North Sea are becoming more and more deafening. Many believers can already see the masters of the forces of Dongshen and Tianhe from either driving clouds or royal treasures. Despite the Lord's order, many Nethers rushed up one after another to protect the sea and land on the soles of their feet.

All this has nothing to do with Wang Ziyue. Wang Ziyue, who was so angry that he lost his mind, stared at An Bochen fiercely. The blood of the fierce ape inherited from ancient times surged in his body and hit his limbs.

"Go to hell!"

Whether it is anger or jealousy, the big stick in Wang Ziyue's hand has turned into a fire shadow and hit An Bochen fiercely.

The fierce war wind waved from Wang Ziyue's arms, and even Simajin, who had reached the real fairyland, felt that the soles of his feet were unstable, and his body was like leaves flying in the wind, which would be blown away at any time.

"Little Anzi!" It was not until this moment that Simajin was a little panicked.

The first god of the heavenly palace will carry an angry stick. The stick wind alone makes the real immortal lose its center of gravity, not to mention the power contained in the tip of the stick.

It seems that I heard Simajin's call.

An Bochen lowered his head and looked down. At the same time, an unusually strange thing happened to him.

His body not only stopped soaring, but on the contrary, he shrank back in a flash, from an upright giant to a figure of more than seven feet, which could avoid the stick of Wang Ziyue.

Wang Ziyue was stunned, and the female master was also stunned. Jiu Chenjun and Lv Fengqi, who came from afar, were also stunned.

What surprised them was not that An Bochen changed from big to small, but that An Bochen didd the blow that Xuan Xianzhi would get only with the cultivation of a true immortal. You should know that Wang Ziyue is staring at An Bochen himself. According to reason, no matter how An Bochen changes, he should not be able to avoid it.

Then, something happened that shocked several people.

He saw An Bochen flying up, picked up a silver gun under his arm, and hit Wang Ziyue in the head with one shot.

"Boom!"

The sound of shaking the mountain came, and a head flew high, but Wang Ziyue was cut off his head by An Bochen.

At that moment, there was still a little power left when the silver gun appeared. It flew in the direction of the two major forces, Dongshen, Tian and swept to death all the way.

This is not a true immortal. It is clearly the source power that only Xuanxian can have!

"Who is that... If this person can kill Wang Ziyue, I'm not the opponent, bullshit!"

The third guardian from Tianhezong was shocked. No matter what, he led his disciples to run back. Before leaving, he did not forget to pull Jiu Chenjun.

And the East God Religion on the other side was also scared by An Bochen's shot, and the whole army withdrew.

Seeing this, He Jiu was overjoyed and quickly waved the flag and ordered the believers to cover up.

Fortunately, Tianhezong and Dongshen Sect came this time, which was just a temptation. They didn't hit the blow and retreated all over.

Red light and blue clouds, and the evening breeze is too sick.

The headless body stood up from the sea, waved his hand, summoned his head, and put it on his neck.

"It hurts so much... This guy is so powerful... Didn't you use the ancient magic method to sanctify the body? Wang Ziyue moved his neck, and then frowned and asked An Bochen, "I've never seen it. Who are you?"

"He is my husband."

Simajin stopped in front of An Bochen and said to Wang Ziyue.

The people present, the female leader, Wang Ziyue, Sima Jin and He Jiu, can see that An Bochen's state is very wrong at this time, and it seems to be extremely weak and depressed. But the shot that was comparable to the power of Xuanxian just now was fired by him, which made everyone puzzled.

"Master sister, my husband is tired. Let's leave first."

Simajin held An Bochen, dodged and disappeared on Guiyi Island.

"Master, they seem to have left." He Jiu looked at the south and reported to the female teacher.

"It's okay. After this war, heaven and earth will know that they are already my Nethers, and they will come back again. The female teacher said that she turned her back to Wang Ziyue and had no intention of turning back.

He Jiu was also good at observing words and colors. She looked at Wang Ziyue and then left.

Wang Ziyue was very embarrassed when he was awake, but like the female leader, he had a strong self-esteem. He knew that he had been jealous, which caused a big accident, but he was unwilling to apologize.

"Who are they? Could it be..." Wang Ziyue stood with his hands behind his back, frowned and thought for a moment, and then suddenly became enlightened: "Is it because you mentioned the talent of the world to me at the beginning?"

"Why didn't you understand earlier?" The female leader's voice is not cold, but she has no feelings.

"Repulsed Xuanxian with the cultivation of the true immortal. Although it's just a move, how did he do it?" Wang Ziyue asked, and he was still a little afraid.

Fortunately, he has the blood of the ancient Great Sage and can cut off his head and reconnect it, which is not humiliating. If it were another Xuanxian, even if he is not seriously injured, he will be shot and lose face by him.

"Why did I know?" The female teacher's voice became cold, and she didn't seem to want to talk to Wang Ziyue and walk forward.

"That's good. How about I destroy your Black Dragon Cave and guard the sea for you for a hundred years? Wang Ziyue shouted and asked.

"Joke, can you destroy the Black Dragon Cave? You're just a dragon's eye. The female teacher sneered and strode to the temple. Halfway through, she suddenly turned around and stared at Wang Ziyue's back, and her eyes fluctuated slightly.

Wang Ziyue probably went to guard the sea according to his promise, but she knew that before that, he had been waiting in front of the underworld for more than a thousand years.

......

Beihai, life is a short boat trip.

Sima Jin summoned several yellow scarf wrestlers to sort out the dock and port that was blown up by the war wind, and then helped An Bochen into the water.

"What on earth happened?" Simajin asked.

An Bochen's face turned slightly pale. He sat down cross-legged on the wooden couch, took a deep breath, and then exhaled, "Nothing, but I found a way to restrain Xuanxian with a real fairyland."

"But you seem to be seriously injured." Simajin said with concern.

"After all, it's a new method. It's the first time to use it, and it doesn't work very well. After I'm perfect, it won't be like this again. An Bochen smiled.

Hearing what An Bochen said, Simajin was relieved: "What's the matter with restraining Xuanxian with a real fairyland? You just cut off Wang Ziyue's head with one shot. Do you know that Wang Ziyue is the first general in the heavenly court in the world. The heavenly court is not comparable to the three major forces in the four continents.

"The knight is not a big deal." An Bochen smiled and stroked the cute turbine on the back of Simajin's hand: "It's just that I have mastered the power of Xuanhuan Wonderland."

Simajin pretended to open his mouth exaggeratedly: "How did you do it? Although the vitality you have accumulated far exceeds the true immortals in the same realm, you are far from reaching the category of mysterious immortals.

"It has nothing to do with vitality, it's just strength. The purest power has nothing to do with skill, fate or will.

An Bochen said that when he stepped on the way of incarnating Zhou Tian, there was an infinite mystery in every sentence at this time.