Chapter 307 Plant Taoyuan in the Immortal House, and look for opportunities in Taoyuan Village

"How, Lord Wu Zong, have you ever expected this change?"

Simajin carried the witch doll and forced "An Bochen" away, and his voice was cold.

As early as more than half of Jiazi, Jiu Chenjun has calculated all the variables, leaving three "stones" to drift with the tide, leading the situation to change. Even if An Bochen does not come, other young monks will send their bodies to the door today to help Jiu Chenjun get out of the cage of the witch temple.

The flick layout is like the butterfly flying on the coast, flapping its wings and setting off a big wave on the other side. Such a wonder, hidden deep, far away, I'm afraid the immortals can't see through it.

However, there are always many elusive variables hidden under the secret, some of which can be ignored, but some are enough to change the doomed fate.

If there had been no red brush in the south of Liujing City, An Bochen might have been killed by Wang Xiner. If Simajin had not been selected as Langfei by Emperor Kuang, there would have been no An Bochen who crossed the five levels and three towns but was seriously injured. Naturally, he would not have lost the Zhoutian cycle as he is now.

The unexpected appearance of Hong Fu has become a variable that Jiu Chenjun did not expect. Because of this variable, there was a fatal crack in his flawless layout.

Looking at Sima Jin, who was coming step by step, "An Bochen" was full of panic. He didn't expect that there was no vitality in this body. The meridians were empty, and his hands and feet were weak. This feeling was like coming from one cage to another, which was completely different from what he expected day and night.

"How could this happen... How is this possible!"

After swallowing his saliva, "An Bochen" was at a loss. Suddenly, he turned around and ran away.

The witch fell from the sky and hit "An Bochen" on the back of the head with a "pop". "An Bochen" shook twice as if drunk and fell to the ground.

Looking at An Bochen sadly, Sima Jin breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the witch doll in his hand. "Li Xiaoguan" was squinting his eyes and smiling, with his iconic complacency in his smile.

"I'm afraid you are the most popular person today. The generals of the crazy dragon and the lord Wuzong have been overwhelmed by you, Xiaoguan Li."

Reaching out and flicking the witch's skull, Simajin said helplessly.

At this moment, bursts of footsteps came from outside the temple hall, at least 20 or 30 people, and soon stopped in the corridor in front of the hall.

A strange voice came. Although Simajin couldn't understand the barbarians, she could hear the respect in the voice.

"Those wizards..."

Simajin's heart moved, and he was about to summon the flying dragon to drive, and stopped in an instant.

These witches must have come in after seeing the dead bodies outside the witch temple, for fear that something would happen to the witch sect, and their witch sect had already fallen off, and they couldn't even find the ashes. Simajin can use the flying dragon to drive An Bochen to escape from the witch temple. In this way, the "death news" of Wuzong will come out. As soon as Wuzong dies, the power will fall back into the hands of the barbarian king. At that time, how will the barbarian king easily let go of the small officials? Although Simajin got the witch puppet who controlled the small official, it took more than half a day to get away from the stockade. Who knows what kind of variables will happen from tonight to tomorrow.

Xiao Anzi was taken away by Jiu Chenjun. If the little official dies again, An Bochen and Sima Jin's trip to the southern wilderness will really be defeated.

Forced to calm down, Simajin ignored the strange screams that were gradually boiling outside the temple hall, his eyes wandered, fell to something not far away, and raised his eyebrows.

"Mo Yu, go and let the three snakes guard the door."

Summoned the demon Mo Yu, and Sima Jin looked at the three randomly swamping flying snakes.

The barren practiced witchcraft. These witches should be the best among them. They are mother insects. Although they are tray, they are restrained by flying snakes. And eagles are also the nemesis of snakes and insects. It is most appropriate to use ink feathers to drive flying snakes.

As the three strange snakes were forced to the door of the hall by Mo Yu, the breath came out through the door of the hall, and the strange screams between the corridor stopped abruptly. The next moment, the footsteps sounded again. This time, they retreated back 30 or 40 steps before stopping.

The flying snakes and the witches with worms confronted each other through the door. For a moment, the hall and outside the hall were silent.

"That's the only way to do this first."

Simajin muttered, turning to An Bochen, who fell to the ground.

The mercury flowed, losing the original mystery and beauty in the moonlight, which made Simajin panic.

After enduring the panic for a long time, it finally broke out. The more silent it was, the faster Simajin's heart beat. She squatted down, gently stroked An Bochen's cheek, and was stunned.

Jiu Chenjun is right. Sima Jin's last words were indeed bluffing. She didn't know whether An Bochen was dead or alive. Did she imprison Jiu Chenjun in his body as she thought. Because other than that, she doesn't know what else she can do.

In the afterglow, the innocent lies quietly that she has been trained again. Although the owner fell down, the cold front at the tip of the gun is still sharp, pointing straight to the niche card in the temple hall and the two lines of so-called ancient immortal poems.

Sud of a sudden, Simajin remembered what the old man said that year.

...... People are like sword tires. When they are first released, there are good and bad... But there is a first-class sword tire, which does not belong to the above two. That kind of sword tire, no matter how good or bad, no matter how long it is buried by the dust, there will finally be a day when the dust comes out. Just because it is a natural sword......

"Yes, it's a natural sword. Even if I don't appear, Jiu Chenjun doesn't have a finger layout, and you will show your edge because of other opportunities.

A blush floated on his cheeks. Gradually, Sima Jin's beautiful and touching eyes rejuvenated: "What a bullshit layout. He did everything he could to find the flesh, but he found Xiao Anzi. He was simply looking for his own death.

............

Looking at the road under his feet, the tall and thin man was worried.

The moment before, he was still in the witch temple, and the next moment he came to this fairyland outside the world. Even though he had experienced strong winds and waves and hundreds of years of dark days, he had already seen through the world, but he still felt in a trance at this time. This feeling is like being in a dream, but he also knows that this is not a dream, but more like a real mountain and river.

In front of him is a fork in the road, with three roads and three boundary markers.

A tablet on the left is engraved with "Da Kuang", on the right is engraved with "Nanhuang", and the middle one is engraved with two familiar and strange words - "Taoyuan".

"Taoyuan..."

Staring at the tablet in the middle, the man's eyes were complicated and he muttered softly.

The mountain where the man is located looks very big, but it is just an insignificant meteorite in the meteorite. Outside the meteorite, the air flows slowly across the sky. In this reckless luck and meteorite, there are nine purple beads floating on it, and there are several Taoist people standing on the beads.

"The scholar's hand is really puzzled by us."

Looking down at the star meteorite, Vulus King's face showed a strange color.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sneer next to him.

"It's just that you are the only one who can't understand it. Don't get involved in Shui'er. Shui'er's mind can be seen clearly."

The woman who likes to quarrel with the Fire God in the fairy mansion smiled.

"Water God, you..."

Staring at the Water God with dissatisfaction, the Fire God hummed and turned his head to the always silent Feng Shenjun: "Brother Feng, let's be fair!"

"This..." What Fengshenjun is most afraid of is to be involved in the fight between the two kings of water and fire. He smiled awkwardly and looked at the green-shirted linger in front of the three people for help.

"Stop it."

An Bochen finally opened his mouth, looked at the man wandering at the fork in the road, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, fortunately, she forced this into the fairy mansion, otherwise the consequences would be worrying."

Hearing the words, the Water God King smelled a little. This slight change naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the Fire God King. The first moment was like a defeated rooster. The next moment, the Fire God King became a triumphant general, and his face was full of color.

Water and fire are incompatible, and there is also a falling wall on both sides. This fairy mansion is really becoming more and more unconformal.

With a helpless sigh, An Bochen coughed gently and looked at the star meteorite from a distance and said, "This name is Jiuchenjun. If you want to take away the morale of the original residence, you don't want to calculate it all, but fall into the hands of the residence. He confused me in his dream in the past, and today the Benjushi arranged a good play for him.

"This is hateful. Why don't the resident kill him to put an end to future trouble?" The Fire God said suspiciously.

"It's ridiculous, Lord Voul, don't you understand?" However, the water god put a needle in the crack and said narrowly, "My fairy mansion was attacked by the real demon outside the sky for the first time. This is definitely a powerful magic power. Instead of killing him, he woke him up. The astrological meteorite will lead to a great disaster."

Being squeezed by the Water God, the Fire God's face was red, and he was speechless and could only be embarrassed.

"What the water girl said is very true."

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and An Bochen nodded: "This power is especially above Ben Jushi. If you want to kill him, I'm afraid you can only force him to use the power of thunder beads. If you are not careful, you may damage the fairy mansion. In this way, I can only try to make him fall step by step. He wants to take away my fairy mansion, so I take his soul body.

When the words fell, An Bochen's body trembled, but at this moment, he secretly sensed that a wisp of sky machine fell from the reckless Zhou Tian of the Immortal Mansion, but it was the opportunity for him to beg hard and form the cycle of Zhou Tian... It is tied to the Jiu Chenjun.

The strong joy filled An Bochen and looked down, and Jiu Chenjun had also made up his mind.

The wanderer returned home after a hundred years, and the local accent is in Taoyuan.

After dusting his cloak, Jiu Chenjun smiled faintly and walked towards Taoyuan.