Chapter 215 League of the villain
(First update)
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The road falls from the sky and becomes an immortal.
An Bochen's god wandered out of his mind. After the nine-fold thunder, he finally stood on the top of the sky and clouds. When the fetus realized the way, he only asked about the secret of heaven and earth, but the benefits of the soul that passed the nine-fold thunder were also unusual.
Although the cultivation of An Bochen's body is still weak and it is impossible to completely solve the mystery of the nine-fold soul, this divine tour still brings a lot of benefits to An Bochen. One is the idea of thunder beads, which is equivalent to the original magic weapon of the soul body. There is no need to wander around, just rely on thunder beads. The second is the thunder force. In the past, An Bochen's body only practiced the three force of feng shui and fire. The thunder force belongs to the soul body and cannot be used for physical practice. Now that the nine thunders have passed, the soul has been quenched to the extreme and leaked. It is easy for the body to absorb thunder from the soul body. It can be used in both practice and gun fighting, and even more useful than the water and fire that cannot be put out.
The two potential of water and fire can only be released when it is cultivated to the cultivation of heaven, and the wind of yin and yang must be used with the secret art. Only thunder power, An Bochen can be released only by relying on the cultivation of the earth. Now it is used in gunmanship, but it faintly reveals the meaning of the debut method.
However, limited by cultivation, Lei Shi can only exert more than 3,000 catties of vitality. Even so, it can cooperate with An Bochen to see whether the mountain is still a mountain, water or water, and the spiral gun power. At least in the realm of the earth, An Bochen and his silver gun are invincible.
The wound behind the neck was no longer bleeding. The first Wang Feng broke free from the darkness, opened his pale eyes, and saw a silver long gun coming out of the darkness. The tip of the gun rotated with purple thunder, like a snake, running like thunder.
And holding a silver gun was a teenager with indifferent eyebrows, but water and fire flowing in his pupils.
It's him...
The first Wang Feng was stunned, and the memory of three years ago gradually became clear with the shot of the strange bat.
The fighting spirit is like fire. In the fire wind, the first Wang Feng heard the teenager with a gun shout.
"Can Brother Wang Feng still fight? If you don't kill this at this time, when will you wait!"
Behind him is a hazy town. Between him and the town, it is a strange bat guest who retreats faster and fluctuates like a shadow.
The blood in his chest gradually ignited. The first Wang Feng dragged him to the extreme exhaustion and turned around in the moonlight, and there was a lot of water vapor in his white eyes.
"White Emperor. Trapped!"
The teenager muttered in a low voice, and another magic power was forcibly awakened by him from the depths of his blood. Even if he lost his life, he would not hesitate to lose his life.
The strange bats screamed repeatedly, avoiding the enemy's thunder gun while looking at the town.
Taiqing Town was built by three legendary masters. It is also an array. Although Yuan Sanlang is dead at present, as long as the eldest sister is there, the two of them can work together to kill these stepping stones.
The strange bats thought so. At this time, a gap was opened from the night clouds, and the haze fell away, like an open vertical eye, staring at the strange bats coldly.
Those heavenly eyes are also white.
The strange bat guest's heart was cold. As soon as he wanted to turn around, he ran away. He saw a pale big hand falling from the sky and suddenly held him to death.
The silver gun pierced the night, and the thunder snake danced wildly, piercing into the body of the strange bat that could not move.
An Bochen raised his wrist, innocently from top to bottom, drew a cross from left to right, and then pulled it out suddenly.
Zi Lei took a circle and disappeared together. The strange batter looked at his gradually peeling body in surprise. Half of his face appeared incredulously, and the other half was full of resentment. The split lips moved, as if he were chanting some spell. I don't know if he had finished it. The strange bat guest broke into pieces of meat from top to bottom, and fell to the ground with his white bones.
People before death are not human beings, ghosts are not ghosts, and this is especially true after death.
Another legend ended under the light of the silver gun. The ninth son of Emperor Kuang has been broken, but An Bochen's mood is not a little better.
Only one strange bat needs him and the first Wang Feng to kill. Among the legendary masters, Yuan Sanlang is at the bottom, and the strange bats can't rank in the top three. What will the rest of the fates be like? Hong Fu...
In the light, the white-eyed teenager was dragging his tired and heavy body slowly walking towards Taiqing Town. When he passed by An Bochen, he did not raise his eyelids and seemed to be ungrateful for his help.
An Bochen frowned and was about to say something when he saw the first Wang Feng suddenly stop and looked in front of him.
Following the eyes of the first Wang Feng, An Bochen was also stunned.
The original lively town hiding in the desert disappeared, but only the empty countryside and thick haze.
Three people came out of the haze. Shangguan Wan'er, who probed her head, a middle-aged man holding a piano and a sword in one hand but trembled gently because the wound on his arm was too deep, and a girl with a blank face holding a silk scarf.
An Bochen saw the first Wang Feng staring at the silk scarf in the girl's hand, his shoulders trembled, and then staggered at the girl.
"Where is she?"
The girl with double braids was shocked and quickly dodged, hiding and shouted, "It's not me... I didn't take it, but the evil woman gave it to me before she left. She asked me to send a message... She is still alive."
The first Wang Feng's body stiffened and gasped. It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Who is she?"
"Purple Dragon Girl."
It was Ren Tianming who opened his mouth. He was still a widow, and the black goose followed him feebly.
The silk scarf from the girl's hand was handed to the first Wang Feng, and then "looked" at An Bochen. Ren Tianming smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
An Bochen nodded and didn't say anything.
He knew what the middle-aged man was grateful for. If he hadn't killed Yuan Sanlang first and helped the first Wang Feng kill the strange bat, he would not have forced the number one purple dragon girl among the legendary owners to save the people of "Taiqing Town".
But this man is obviously blind and fighting with the purple dragon girl, and he can't get the secret of Yuan Sanlang like himself. He can understand everything so quickly. His wisdom is really amazing.
An Bochen looked at Ren Tianming, and the girl hiding behind Ren Tianming was also looking at him.
"Yes, my name is Ren Tianming. The remnants of the new dynasty.
Ren Tianming carried Hu Qin on his back, smiled and did not hide it at all.
"An Bochen."
An Bochen said that they were all stepping stones chosen by the legendary master, and there was nothing to hide about each other's identities. As for Ren Tianming, this sea arrest order is the top thief in the world all year round. Even if An Bochen has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time, it is like thunder.
"I've been looking for you for a long time."
Ren Tianming still smiled and said it lightly, but it made An Bochen silent for a long time.
This night is destined to be an unusual night. Many predestined things have changed with the meeting of the three people and the next sentence of An Bochen.
"So, alliance?"
The word alliance is very strange, at least for the first time from An Bochen. But in the face of the world's tigers and wolves, the mysterious legendary master, and the high-ranking majesty who doesn't know what he is thinking, An Bochen must use everything that can be used if he wants to compete for his own fate.
It's like monism, different paths, thousands of means, but in the end, as long as the different paths return together.
An Bochen doesn't know Ren Tianming and doesn't know what he is like. All he knows is that he is a famous anti-thief and slut. Since he has been looking for it for a long time, he is also thinking with the help of himself. He is also a traitor and a stepping stone. He communicates without making friends. Alliance is a beneficial and harmless choice for everyone.
The girl hiding behind Ren Tianming was very excited, but in the light, the white-eye teenager clenched the silk scarf and turned to walk out of the town, as if he didn't care about the deal between the big traitor and the little traitor.
"Brother Wang Feng."
Looking at the back of the first Wang Feng, An Bochen opened his mouth and said.
The first Wang Feng walked by himself and did not stay.
"If Yue Qingqing is in their hands, if you go alone, you will only die. What's more, you don't know where they are.
The first Wang Feng is still moving forward.
"We killed them together, but we parted ways."
An Bochen whispered.
He is used to being alone, but how confident can he be when facing the whole world alone? Even if he had great luck again and again, and by chance, he finally came to the man, but the years were ruthless. He could wait, but his parents in Yuanjing Village couldn't wait. He also wanted to ride a tall horse, pull the carriage full of gold and silver treasures back to his hometown, let his parents have fun, and gain face in front of the villagers... It would be better if I could take her with me.
The monk is ruthless, and the monk is affectionate. This is just an almost trivial wish in An Bochen's heart, but it has become far away because he has taken everything away by that person.
An Bochen is like this, Ren Tianming is like this, and the first Wang Feng is also like this.
They are all people who are used to walking around the world alone. If the huge thing that stopped in front of them was too cruel and cut off their simple wish, how could they stop to look for the same kind?
The teenager walking in the bleak moonlight finally stopped. He thought for a long time and turned to An Bochen.
"Good."
He won't trust anyone, except for her who doesn't know where she is. But for her sake, he is not even afraid of death, and there is nothing unbearable.
Wang Feng, the first traitor from the hermited Taoyuan Village, An Bochen, the most popular traitor in Liu this year, and Ren Tianming, who was born with the title of traitor, formed an alliance in Kanto. In the upcoming troubled times with immortals and demons, they are just stepping stones and perhaps insignificant sparks.
However, as more and more people are involved in this chaotic tide, from Da Kuang to the eastern boundary, from the eastern boundary to the cave, to the legendary Jiutian Huangquan, Kunlun Ruins... This fire that burns the world and burns one history after another is not destined to be extinguished overnight.
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"You left the silk scarf and left a message to let the three of them form an alliance. Didn't you lift a stone and hit your own foot?"
The teenager looked at the five people sitting around the bonfire in the distance and said loudly.
There was a flimsy girl standing on the branches beside him. The purple skirt was raised in the wind, not stained with light dust, elegant and indifferent, and her look was as elegant and indifferent.