Chapter 337 Southern Desert Holy Society

Tonight's witch temple is not destined to be stable. First, remember the dragon, then the wind is cold, and now there is a third person.

The third uninvited guest is also an acquaintance.

It's just that things are different. Seeing the first Wang Feng again, An Bochen only felt that he was a little haggard than in Taiqing Town that day. His hair was like snow, full of vicissitudes.

All of a sudden, there was a trace of guilt in An Bochen's heart.

Although the disappearance of Yue Qingqing is not the fault of An Bochen, it can be carefully elaborated. If it hadn't been for An Bochen's inadvertent misinformation, the first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing would not have been unprepared to be harmed by Uncle Zhao. In Taiqing Town, An Bochen and Ren Tianming allied with the first Wang Feng. An Bochen also planned to kill the legendary master with the help of the power of the first Wang Feng. He did not fulfill any of his ally's obligations.

No matter how much guilt there is, in the face of the first Wang Feng's brazen action, An Bochen can only draw a gun.

It was too late to cast spells. An Bochen gathered the power of Zhou Tian's cycle in his right arm. With a "song", the silver gun stabbed out, and he wanted to intercept the first Wang Feng who went straight to remember the dragon.

Between the fingers, the silver gun stabbed the first king wind with the cold wind of hunting. The first king wind was expressionless, and his left hand drew a semicircle out of thin air. The golden light flashed, and a golden bronze mirror appeared in front of the first Wang Feng, which could withstand the tip of the gun.

An Bochen had no doubt about it. His wrist shook, and he only used the power of the spiral. He did not gather the air column, but he was afraid of hurting the first Wang Feng.

"Brother Wang Feng..."

The innocence between his fingers has broken the bronze mirror. An Bochen was waiting to speak when he saw that the golden copper sheet was torn apart and turned into a circle of ripples. Looking through the ripples, the figure of the first Wang Feng became blurred. The next moment, the first Wang Feng "swish" disappeared. When he appeared again, he had come behind An Bochen. He kept walking, and his arms spread like an eagle falcon and rushed straight to Princess Yilong.

Worse!

Turning his head and looking at the girl with a pale face, An Bochen's heart skipped. The power of a Zhoutian cycle has been exhausted, and An Bochen is unable to save her. He can only watch Princess Yilong curl up and cry.

not far away, Simajin's face changed slightly, and when the wind was cold, he was secretly relieved and looked forward to it.

"Brother Wang Feng, stop it!"

An Bochen's rapid shout sounded in his ear, and the first Wang Fengxin was as strong as iron and could not pay attention to it.

He heard from Mr. Yi that someone in the Southern Wilderness can help him find Yue Qingqing, but he is a terrible person. The Witch Sect in the Southern Wilderness can have a kind of wandering skill. After the first Wang Feng came to the southern wilderness, he found that Wuzong had disappeared, suspected to have been done by An Bochen. For An Bochen, the first Wang Feng has never trusted him. Even if he becomes a so-called ally, it is just a stopgap measure. Now that he comes to the southern wilderness alone, the first Wang Feng will naturally not appear. He lurked in the southern wilderness, staring at An Bochen while looking for the trace of Wuzong. When he saw Princess Yilong, he finally couldn't stand it.

A three- or four-year-old girl actually has the power of heaven and can fly in the sky. If it is not a natural fairy, it is a demon, and there may be a third possibility - she has been taken away.

The first Wang Feng knew very little about Shenyou She. Just now, he thought that it was Wu Zong who had taken away Yilong. Like Feng Xiao Leng, he searched for a long time and finally found that Yilong was caught in the witch temple by An Bochen.

"Come out!"

Staring at Princess Yilong, the first king shouted coldly.

He was held in the palm of his hand by Li Zhu and Li Xuan. He had never seen such a murderer, with a mouth and a head, and he cried loudly.

The first Wang Feng frowned, and suspicion flashed in his white eyes, but he still strode to Yilong.

The crying stopped abruptly.

In the complex eyes of An Bochen and Simajin, Princess Yilong raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked coldly at the first Wang Feng.

The first Wang Feng was stunned and saw the figure in front of him flashing. The girl who was still a tearful moment ago was standing in front of him at this time. In an instant, Yilong raised his hand and slapped out his pink palm. Although Wang Feng had been prepared for a long time, he was still blown out by Yilong.

Standing in the middle of the temple hall, Princess Yilong tilted her head and looked at An Bochen, with a look of hesitation in her eyes.

Before Simajin's story was finished, he was interrupted by Feng Xiao. Yilong, who had only heard half of the story, is now confused. Looking at An Bochen, he hesitated, and was a little uncertain for a while.

The first Wang Feng propped up his body. As soon as he was about to attack again, he was stopped by An Bochen.

Unexpectedly, An Bochen's outstretched hand made a trace of blood in Yilong's eyes, as if he suddenly remembered something. Yilong no longer hesitated and strode to An Bochen.

The tense atmosphere spread with the footsteps of Yilong. An Bochen gritted his teeth and was about to cast spells when he heard a burst of laughter not far away.

"Yilong, who is she?"

Princess Yilong's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and she turned her head doubtfully and looked towards the place where the sound was made.

The next moment, she saw Feng Xiao Leng, the hateful Taoist priest.

A trace of fear flashed on her face, and Yilong's body trembled, but gradually, she found that the Taoist priest stood upright, motionless, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and his face was extremely pale.

His eyes turned around, and Yilong laughed in his mouth, and turned to the wind and walked coldly.

"What are you doing!"

Feng Xiao's cold face turned pale. He looked at the Yilong coming step by step, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Tell me a spell." Simajin looked relaxed and said with a smile.

Close your eyes in pain. At this time, Feng Xiaomeng regrets how much he regrets. He regrets that he should not have gone to Liu on impulse for half a year. He should not provoke An Bochen, let alone come to this southern wilderness. She was cultivated by the elders of Wanfa Sect. As a woman, she had local cultivation at a young age, and she also cultivated a fairy style. But because she was too young and had little experience, it was like a flower cultivated in the flower room. As soon as she encountered the storm, she was immediately beaten back to her original shape.

If it is not An Bochen who encounters it in another place, perhaps the wind and coldness can smoothly sharpen the real Taoist heart and grow into a terrible long-door nun.

It's too late to say anything at the moment. Feng Xiao Leng only heard a harsh sound from somewhere in his body, but the Taoist heart was torn apart and completely broken.

The footsteps of Yilong were getting closer and closer. Feng Xiao coldly opened his empty eyes and whispered something to Sima Jin.

When he was young, Simajin had memorize all the spells.

In the face of the upcoming Yilong, Simajin hesitated for a moment, but still grabbed Feng Xiao's cold waist, floated and then retreated, and said a spell while retreating.

Simajin, whether it is cultivation or Taoism, is still above the wind and coldness. The jade finger is comfortable, pinching the spell, looking at Yilong indifferently, and saying a word in his mouth.

When the spell sounded, Princess Yilong's body stiffened. She looked at Simajin in horror. She was about to turn around and escape when she saw a thunder hand flying out of the oblique thorn and captured Yilong in mid-air. Princess Yilong was trapped by the spell, and her strength was constantly weakened. She had no strength to break free. Before long, a strong fatigue appeared on her face, and the blood in her eyes gradually faded away.

Putting down the sleeping Yilong, An Bochen turned around and looked at Sima Jin, and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Brother Wang Feng, take a step to talk."

Pulling the suspicious first Wang Feng, An Bochen whispered.

"Isn't she the Southern Wuzong?" The first Wang Feng asked.

"No. She is..."

Without waiting for An Bochen to finish speaking, the first Wang Feng pulled out his legs and left. He didn't have time to talk nonsense with An Bochen here.

"But I know where Wu Zong is hiding." Looking at the back of the first Wang Feng, An Bochen said loudly.

The first Wang Feng suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at An Bochen coldly: "If you lie to me, I will kill you."

With a smile, An Bochen came forward to hold the first Wang Feng and walked to the other side to talk.

Sima Jin and the awakened Princess Yilong continued to tell their unfinished stories, leaving only Feng Xiao coldly curled up and confused.

......

The night turns from thick to light, and the moonlight dissipates.

The first Wang Feng stood in the corner of the witch temple and resisted the impulse to step out of the witch temple to find Jiu Chenjun.

Retracting his eyes to the first Wang Feng, Simajindai raised her eyebrows and said, "So, it was Mr. Yi who asked him to come to Nanhuang? Mr. Yi seems to have already guessed Jiu Chenjun's chess road, and also knows that Jiu Chenjun will wander around... Mr. Yi, what on earth did he have in mind?

"I thought Mr. Yi was an idle man, but now it seems that he has a lot of thoughts."

"People live for a lifetime, and it is inevitable to fight. Even he can't avoid vulgarity.

Looking at the first Wang Feng again, An Bochen's voice was slightly bitter: "Three years ago, Brother Wang Feng was such a handsome man. Time has changed, he is haggard, and he has fallen to the point of trusting anyone who says."

"There's nothing we can do. Once he is forced to this point, anyone's words are a life-saving straw for him." With a faint smile, Simajin said that such a situation had happened to her, and she could naturally understand the mood of the first Wang Feng.

Not long after, a glimmer of light flashed between the gray clouds. The sunlight at dawn is equivalent to nothing for the gloomy weather in the southern wilderness.

A new day has finally arrived, and the Southern Wilderness Holy Society is about to open. The cheers of the people of the Southern Wilderness are faintly heard from the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Today is a big day for the deserters, and the same is true for the whole world.

"If I suddenly disappear one day, will you come to me like him?"

Simajin suddenly asked.

"Of course." An Bochen said without thinking.

With a smile, Sima Jin didn't know why he asked such a sentence just now, and An Bochen only thought that Sima Jin was touching the scene and didn't think much about it.