Chapter 295 Southern Wuzong

The southern wilderness has been going north all year round to invade the Kuangjing. The mountains are high and the water are far away, and it is very difficult to ask for it. Therefore, the Kuang royal family sent thirteen princes to take turns to conquer, on the one hand, to suppress the ambition of the southern barren, and on the other hand, to consume the military strength of the princes by the way, killing two birds with one stone.

Although the southern wilderness is dangerous, it is only the size of two or three princes, and the population is even worse. If Da Kuang had gathered a coalition of princes like an overseas expedition decades ago, there would be no possibility of conquering the southern wilderness. The reason why the Kuang royal family did not make a large-scale expedition to the south may be because he didn't like the remote land that didn't even have chicken ribs, or maybe it was because of that person.

Even in the southern wilderness, that man is a mysterious existence. No one knows his origin, but that he can drive ghosts and communicate with the gods. As early as the period of the old Southern Emperor, the current Wuzong had already sat in Dongshan. No one knew how old he was. He only knew that he was the best in the Wuzong of the past. In more than a hundred years in the Southern Wilderness, he had only invaded Da Kuang in the Southern Wilderness, and Da Kuang's expedition to the Southern Desert was either defeated or bluffed.

The people of the Southern Wilderness only said that Lord Wuzong invited the Wilderness God to protect the Southern Wilderness Generals, but they did not know that the peace of more than a hundred years was just a game. The two sides of the game were Wuzong and Da Kuang Five Gods.

The game is not a war, and it is not that more people can win. On the contrary, the larger the territory, the wider the people will be subject to greater constraints. The gods want to play games with the emperors and princes, and they also want to play games with each other. The Southern Wilderness Witch Sect sits in the East and holds the land of the south, and games with the five god masters of Da Kuang. They are undefeated and win. Only then have they have been proud for the people of the Southern Wilderness for more than a hundred years.

For these, few people in the southern wilderness know about it. Even in Da Kuang, there are few people who know about the witch sect in the southern wilderness. In the idea of Kuang people, the southern wilderness is a land of barbarians, and the people are barbarians who can't be taught. How can there be a first-class power of a divine master? Ordinary people don't know, but how can Princess Sima Jiabing, who is in charge of eight hundred ghosts, not know?

"If it's really that person... This is a big trouble."

Hu Ben's camp is getting farther away, and Simajin, dressed in a plain skirt, stood under a tree more than 20 feet high, with complicated eyes.

"Is that man really so powerful? It makes you have no confidence."

An Bochen said with a smile. He stood two steps away in front of Simajin and caught a ray of sunlight pouring down from the dense branches. His boss Majin was like a waterfall of green silk, as beautiful as in a dream... It's really in a dream, it's just Li Xiaoguan's dream.

In a flash, An Bochen came to his senses and frowned slightly: "You mean that the news you got about the experience of the petty official in the southern wilderness may also be fake, and he has been tamped by that person?"

"There are nine out of ten. That man is the existence of being able to play against Da Kuang Master. He has a mysterious origin, superb means, and has the ability of gods and ghosts. He can't be prevented.

Sima Jin said, raised her head, and saw An Bochen looking at the far end of the forest, and a trace of indistinguishable lines floated in the haze at the corners of his mouth.

"But he will never be a god. If he is a divine master, why should he take so much effort?

An Bochen whispered, and the dense forest in the distance gradually turned into spider silk in his eyes, swirled in the shadow of the sun, turning into layers of chess grids, as if they had known each other.

"The man's wisdom is still above the two snakes in Liujing. Xiao Anzi, are you sure you want to join his game?"

There is no need to ask Simajin that he has guessed An Bochen's thoughts. The man used Li Xiaoguan as bait to lure Xiao Anzi south. At this point, he had no choice but to get into his game.

What Simajin didn't expect was that An Bochen, who lost his strength, was not only not panicked, but also a trace of eager to try in the face of the mysterious Southern Wild Witch Sect.

From the despair of the day to the current wisdom, Zhizhu is recovering fast, but even so, the confidence is still not enough. The person in the layout is by no means a good person. When it comes to means and wisdom, it is still above the left two snakes...

After Simajin finished thinking about it, his waist had been hugged.

"Although he occupies all the right time, place and people, there is an irreparable flaw in his layout. If this game is really for me, he probably won't kill me, at least in front of us.

When the words fell, An Bochen got up, pushed away the dense branches and leaves, hugged Simajin and flew to the depths of his dream.

A few days after, Li Xiaoguan led Hu Ben out of Heizeling.

Outside the Heizeling Mountains is the Lingnan Province guarding the southern border of Da Kuang. Although the Lingnan Province is an important province, it cannot completely stop the route to the north of the southern wilderness. Therefore, princes take turns to guard every year. I don't know which prince sent troops this year, but he has not sent troops yet because of the chaos in Da Kuang, so Li Xiaoguan had the opportunity to spend more than half a month safely bypassing Lingnan Province and reaching the northwest border of the southern wilderness. Then, it was Li Xiaoguan who shocked the barbarian king and began his famous and fat general Da Kuang's escape journey to the south.

"It's really a coincidence."

Li Xiaoguan, Sima Jinguan, who led the crowd and fled from afar but looked excited.

"Indeed. It's not too late for the little official. He happened to come to the Southern Wasteland when the barbarian king was patrolling the border, just as accurate as a puppet with a string. With the help of the barbarian king, he forced the little official to flee to the west, and secretly helped to set up the reputation of the little official. Then he made a timely move to the little official. He not only slapped the barbarian king to raise his reputation, but also took the little official and counted it in one stroke. In charge of the southern wilderness with the Wuzong, the current barbarian king is really aggrieved.

An Bochen whispered, his eyes drifted to the right, and his eyes lit up: "Red brush, the dreams of the little official and the barbarian woman began to cross."

Looking along An Bochen's eyes, Simajin saw that not far ahead, a small stream spread from the left Liujing dream into the dream world on the right. The intersection of dreams on both sides is like splashing water and ripples.

"Xiao Anzi, I feel more and more that this is not so much a dream as a memory in the bottom of my heart."

After looking at it for a long time, Sima Jinruo thought and said, "There are true and false things in the dream. Since they are all true, it can only be memory."

"Or from a dream to the depths of memory..."

An Bochen said that he was interrupted by Simajin before he finished speaking.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to peep at my dreams."

Hearing this, An Bochen was stunned and turned his head to look at the girl in his arms. He saw her smile faintly, a little serious and a little like joking. She couldn't see her face clearly through the mask. Even without a mask, An Bochen couldn't see anything in the state of Sima Jinyuan's mind, and could only faintly read a trace of sadness from her eyes.

"Why are you in a daze? Why don't you take me to sleepwalk!"

The sadness dissipated in an instant, and Simajin pinched An Bochen and said an anguish.

Sleepwalking? It's also appropriate... However, what is hidden in her dream...

Looking at Simajin complicatedly, An Bochen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and suddenly flew down to the stream.

Just as the two were about to land, the stream connecting the dream suddenly surged up and instantly turned into a flood that flooded An Bochen and Simajin.

Out of the waterfall-like flood, there is a long plank road on the back of the flood. The plank road hovers around the blue-gray mountainside. At the foot of the mountain is an abyss canyon. The tide is surging. On the top of Wanren Mountain stands an ancient temple. The temple is very large. There is a tower in the temple, which points to the blue night.

In the dead of night, the huge mountains are like pillars, the ancient temples are like paint, and the young and strong barbarian women walk alone on the long and round plank road.

"Xiao Anzi, do you think that tower is very familiar?"

"Zhongdu Sky Tower."

"Yes, there is almost the same leaning tower in the witch temple of Nanhuang Dongshan Mountain... If there is no contact among them, then your name can be written upside down.

My name...

Hearing the words, An Bochen touched his nose helplessly. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw a sudden black wind blowing on the plank road. There seemed to be something huge hidden in the black wind, roaring and pounced at the barbarian woman.

When the moonlight fell, An Bochen and Sima Jin were stunned at the same time. It turned out to be a black dragonfly of more than 20 feet that appeared on the plank road. It was fierce and evil, spitting black wind. In the blink of an eye, it had rushed to the barbarian girl and opened his mouth without mercy.

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(In the past two days, I always think of Xianjian 1 while writing. Since ancient times, heroes have been young, like water and beauty is pitiful... It's still a classic sword 1, and the classic is always a tragedy~)