Chapter 305 See below

Having said for so long, Wu Zong just wanted to gain the trust of An Bochen and Simajin. If he was embarrassed on the last question, his previous long speech would be in vain. He could only tear his face and threaten him with a witch puppet.

Obviously, An Bochen and Simajin, who wanted by Wu Zong, smiled willingly. He said, "I can only choose you." First of all, if you want to crack the magic array, you must at least have a cultivation beyond ordinary heavenly products and ten thousand catties of arm strength, which is still under the premise of the weakening of the magic array in recent years. Just to meet this condition, Da Kuang is one of the few. I can't ask Emperor Kuang or those gods to break the array. At that time, the magic array will be broken, and my life will fall into their hands. Life is definitely better than death. And those tiger and wolf generals, Lv Fengqi and Dian Kui, are cruel and arrogant, and I can't easily convince them.

After a pause, Wu Zong's Qingyu shoulder shook gently, but he finally turned around.

His pace is very small. Perhaps because he has been trapped in that size for more than a hundred years, his body is already a little stiff. He was wrapped in a wide cloak, wearing a gray-brown mask. He couldn't see his face clearly. His tall body propped up the cloak, and the wind sprinkled from the dark and gently blew the cloak, revealing his amazingly thin figure.

"And you. You are not yet 20 years old. No matter how bad you are, you can't be a trustworthy person. And young people are warm-blooded, and I may be able to move you. In addition, the two of you were killed by Emperor Kuang, and you must hate him to the bone. Helping me come out has all the advantages and disadvantages for you. The most important thing is..."

With that, Wu Zong slowly raised his hand, and what appeared in his hand was the witch doll in his dream.

Wu Zong did not tear his face, otherwise he would not have said such a long time. The witch doll in his hand had a plump body and a chubby face. His facial features were clear, he squinted, grinned, and was smiling heartlessly at An Bochen and Sima Jin.

Seeing "Li Xiaoguan" that had shrunk by more than ten times, An Bochen couldn't laugh or cry. He really misses him for so long. The cold breath born before also disappeared with the silent smile of "Li Xiaoguan".

"I'm in the rest of my year, and there is not much time. If you know the art of qi, you will definitely see that there is little vitality left in my body. The reason why I want to go out is just to make up for my mistakes. There is no threat to both of you.

Wu Zong continued, with a sincere voice.

An Bochen looked at Sima Jin, and Sima Jin nodded with understanding. There is an insightful cultivation in her bottomless magic power, which can naturally distinguish the truth and falsehood of what Wuzong said.

Since his body is so weak, he can only wander into dreams, layout and so on. Even if he has bad intentions, he can't pose a big threat.

Looking at Wu Zong thoughtfully, An Bochen slowly pulled out his innocence.

"You throw the witch first."

Innocent in his hand, pointing to the nine sinks, An Bochen said loudly.

"If I throw the witch out, but you repent halfway, won't I become a fool?" Wu Zong sneered and said, he raised his hand stiffly, shivered and untied the long cloth on his waist, and tore it into seventeen or eight paragraphs, which were tied together.

The intention of his move is obvious. It is nothing more than to trap the witch puppet with a cloth and throw the witch puppet when An Bochen is innocent. If An Bochen withdraws his strength halfway, he can also withdraw the witch puppet.

An Bochen is young and strong. Although he has lost the cycle of Sunday, he still has a chance to do his best. At the same time, Sima Jin is on the side. In the face of an old man who seems to have only a little strength left, he has an advantage.

First, the layout lured the young official to the southern wilderness and became the bait, so that An Bochen had to rush to the southern wilderness. He also created a dream. In the dream, he "telled" An Bochen that he had controlled the little official with a witch puppet, forcing him to find a way to get a witch puppet. In order not to let An Bochen and Simajin be too afraid, Wu Zong just showed a flaw, which made the two think that he was a bluff - in fact, it is true. In this way, An Bochen and Simajin will naturally not stag and rush to the witchcraft temple immediately...

Staring at the thin Wuzong, An Bochen had cleared his head for a moment.

There should be no problem. Everything seems to be as simple as Wu Zong said, but vaguely, An Bochen always feels that there is something wrong.

"Huh! When you are indecisive and hesitant, your mother-in-law is really a crazy dragon general. Do you know that the longer the witch is involved with the host, the more difficult it is for the host to escape. If you drag on like this and can't save your friend at that time, don't blame me!"

Just as An Bochen was thinking quietly, the voice of Wu Zong suddenly sounded in his ear.

The nameless fire rose from the bottom of his abdomen. An Bochen's eyes were like eagles, staring at Wuzong. His right hand was innocent and waved in the air: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you to avenge the small official?"

"Will you kill me? If you can't tell the difference between the stakes, you won't live until now.

Wu Zong snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "The reason why Emperor Kuang dares to do so is that he holds a treasure house in his hand, which is almost inexhaustible, and he is unscrupulous. Only I know best about that treasure house. If you kill me, it is difficult to deal with Emperor Kuang.

While talking, Wu Zong had trembled and raised the witch puppet.

"Hong Fu, you have to catch the little official later."

An Bochen said half jokingly that he always liked to make untimely cold jokes in exchange for Sima's white eyes.

It is innocently drooping and connected to the arm in a line.

From the time he woke up, An Bochen and Innocent had only been separated for a few days, but after more than a month, An Bochen raised his gun again, but there was an illusion that he didn't see each other every three autumns.

The four potentials have already completed a weekly cycle in the meridians of the body, which is enough for An Bochen to hit his strongest shot.

The moonlight poured and wrapped around the silver and white blood of the gun, and suddenly trembled and roared like a dragon.

An Bochen's face aroused a trace of blush. At this moment, he only felt that his strength returned to his arms. He was innocent in his hand, and the world was very good.

But there is only such a moment.

Taking a long breath, An Bochen held back the fluctuations in his heart and shouted, "Bir the witch puppet!"

"Let's break the array first."

There was an uncompromising demeanor from the weak old man.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the next moment, two things fly out at the same time on the sink flowing with moonlight and starlight.

Inside is a witch puppet with a cloth strip, flying to Simajin.

Outside is a cold front that pierced Yuehua Xinghui.

Step forward, shot, and in the blink of an eye, An Bochen has opened the first sink. As Wu Zong said, after more than a hundred years, this phalanx is no longer as indestructible as before.

An Bochen's body was like lightning, and three sinks were split in a moment, which was smoother than expected.

He didn't try his best. An Bochen raised his eyes and saw that the witch had also flown over four sinks and flew straight to Simajin.

It seems that I'm too worried.

Seeing that Wu Zong kept his promise, An Bochen secretly said that he was lucky. At this time, there were still five sinks in front of him. Although he consumed most of his strength, An Bochen still had another move.

On the way, An Bochen's eyes flashed the aisle, holding a gun in his hand, took the gun as a pen, and suddenly gathered into a spiral gas column in an instant.

His arm trembled again. An Bochen stopped, and the spiral gas column burst out.

In the last five sinks, there are five charms of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The spiral gas column hit the sink heavily, bending a large area of the five sinks. But at this moment, something strange happened. The five sinks did not break, but twisted into a ball by force, and the five colors flowed inside, roaring endlessly, and in an instant it turned into a five-eque phase--

- Golden elephants, giant trees, rivers, seas of fire, earth and mountains.

There was a strong murderous intention from the five elements, which went straight to An Bochen. At this moment, he formed an impasse with the spiral gas column, which also made An Bochen in a dilemma. Just like the last moment of the fierce battle against Wang Yue on the Guannan Desert Road that day, if the two of them take the lead in stop, they will definitely be seriously damaged and defeated on the spot.

Killing... Wait, why did he seduce me to release his murderous intention in last night's dream?

With a thump, although An Bochen was confronting the five-e elements array, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He finally knew where he thought something was wrong before.

Wu Zong explained so much, but he didn't explain why he wanted to attract his murderous intention in his dream. It can't be that he was looking for trouble, right?

Abrupt laughter echoed around the witch temple. Naturally, Wuzong was laughing, but it was unprecedentedly crazy.

An Bochen suddenly raised his head, looked over the five-eed magic array, and fell on Wu Zong, with his pupils shrinking sharply.

Wu Zong laughed hysterically, and even didn't notice that the cloak wrapped around him fell off, or he didn't feel anything. Under An Bochen's eyes, there was an incomparable skeleton. Under the skeleton, there was only a heart that gradually became dead.

An Bochen has been on the battlefield for a long time and has seen countless terrible scenes, but at this time, when he saw the true face of Wuzong, he still couldn't stop his scalp palping.

The next moment, An Bochen stood on the spot.

Everything became extremely clear at this time. The real plot of Wuzong and the death were clearly presented in front of An Bochen.

The rotten old man is only one last breath away. How can he have any intention to deal with Emperor Kuang?

What he wants to do most is naturally to live, and he is proficient in the art of divine travel. What is the soul body is out of the body. As long as the soul body is immortal, he can live all the time.

So, all he has to do is find a body!

The heart was awe-inspiring, and An Bochen's back was cold.

No wonder he tempted me to be murderous in my dream last night. He wanted to use this to measure which array my blow would be frustrated and fall into a dilemma, and he could wander out of his mind and take advantage of it.

An Bochen figured it all out in a flick of sight.

And in this brief flick of the finger that no one cares, the witch puppet fell from the sky and fell impartially into Simajin's arms.

At the head of the witch temple, the skeleton that had been breathing for many years collapsed in an uproar, turned into powder in the moonlight, and dispersed with the wind.

Looking away from the flying ashes, Simajin turned pale and looked at the teenager in front of the magic array at a loss.

He stood motionless, his whole body was stiff, his face was tight, and he could faintly see that the muscles under his shirt were trembling gently.

“...... Bo Chen?"

Simajin asked carefully, and her voice was a little dry.

An Bochen did not respond. He just stood quietly in the moonlight. I don't know how long it took him to finally move.

Turning back, An Bochen looked at Simajin with a cold and strange face.

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(The dog-blooded bridge begins, but it should be quite fun next~)