Chapter 339 The birth of the furnace, who is the predestined 2

"Are you not going to take action?"

The first Wang Feng asked.

"Yes."

An Bochen looked calm.

There are still five people in the witch temple: An Bochen, Simajin, First Wang Feng, Feng Xiao Leng and Princess Yilong. The five people looked attentively at the gossip mirror. In the mirror, there was a battle between the four generals fighting against Moyun. With Yin Xin's serious injury and fainting, only Guan Yunyi, Wuhua and Zhang Bushi were left on the hills. As for the unknown Mobei monk, he disappeared without a trace after the heavy impact on Yinxin, as if he had never appeared.

This gossip mirror is a long door magic weapon carried by Feng Xiao Leng. It can see a hundred miles of land, which is much better than An Bochen's eye magic power.

Feng Xiao Leng has been completely subdued by Sima Jin. She has lost her former look, her eyes are lax, and her expression is gloomy, like a puppet hanging on the stage. Even if she is given a chance, she dares not have the slightest idea of revenge. As for Princess Yilong, she not only finished listening to the story about Jiu Chenjun, but also secretly suppressed by the trapped demon spell. Even if she transforms, it will not pose a threat to An Bochen and Sima Jin. At present, the only unstable factor in the witch temple is the first king wind.

"As far as I know, they are all brothers with you and have helped you a lot. Now you stand idly by when you encounter a big enemy."

The first Wang Feng said with an expressionless face. Although there was no emotion in his voice, anyone present could hear his ridiculing.

"How can you deal with them after a hard work? Besides, it's also about Yunyi.

An Bochen smiled and said that three nights ago, he saw Wuhua walking away after lifting the scarf. The power of one punch is not weaker than that of Guan Yunyi, and Zhang Bush sacrificed two knives, which can also hold up Guan Yunyi's sword. That is to say, if Zhang Wu and the two let go of the fight, they will be comparable to Guan Yunyi for a while. Three Guan Yun Yi joined hands, I'm afraid Lv Fengqi also has to avoid the edge.

The first Wang Feng did not say anything, and a wisp of sharp color flashed in his white eyes.

"Brother Wang Feng, don't be impatient. Jiu Chenjun is very cunning. If we go out now, I'm afraid it will be in his arms."

Taking the first Wang Feng on the shoulder, An Bochen advised, "Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, the ground under his feet suddenly shook, and there was a rumble outside the witch temple.

"There's a war!"

But Yilong, who had been staring at the gossip mirror, jumped up and covered his little mouth tightly.

Simajin hurried forward and comforted the nervous girl in a soft voice.

Looking at the gossip mirror, An Bochen frowned. In the mirror, there was a scene of chaos. At the foot of Dongshan Mountain, the two armies somehow rushed together. One way is the indigenous people in the southern wilderness, and the other way is the hegemonic army. The two sides have been "in harmony" for a few days, but they turned against each other on the first day of the opening of the holy meeting, and there is a strong strangeness inside.

"Is it him?"

A familiar figure appeared in the gossip mirror. An Bochen recognized at a glance that the leading hegemonic general was Shi Xiong Wei Yan, who had fought on the Guannan Desert Road.

Wei Yan's injury seemed to have healed. He waved a big knife, Huo Shengfeng, but there was uneasiness and anxiety in his eyebrows. It seemed that he did not expect that his soldiers would suddenly fight against the desert army. Wei Yan's status in the hegemony is just like that of Yin Xin in the State of Wei and the Duke of Huo in the State of Liu. He has strong Taoism skills and superb means to unify the army. He is deeply loved by the hegemonic soldiers. At present, even he can't control the army, and there must be tricks in it.

"Jiu Chenjun finally took action."

Simajin's voice sounded in his ear, and An Bochen nodded, and his heart was clear.

I thought that Jiu Chenjun would at least wait until Li Xiaoguan and Princess Jiu appeared before they attack. I didn't think that he would take action without waiting for the official opening of the Holy Society. Sure enough, he never played cards according to common sense.

But why did he take action so early?

The next moment, An Bochen and Sima Jin looked at each other in connocuing each other.

"Li Xiaoguan!"

"Li Xiaopang!"

There is a furnace twisting the universe in Dongshan, and the golden boy saint is collecting together. According to the meaning of the provence, the Taiji moral furnace only needs to be born with a holy child and a saint, and Simajin learned from Li Xiaoguan how the two pick the Dongshan furnace. Therefore, if you want to get the Taiji moral furnace, you only need Li Xiaoguan and the ninth princess in hand, and the rest is just a foil.

The monks from Mobei were destroyed as early as three days ago. The only Da Kuang tiger wolf was trapped by the middle-aged hard work that was born, and the army stationed in Dongshan was killing each other. These are obviously the means of Jiuchenjun. Disturbed the rhythm of all parties and seize the opportunity. In this way, he can take the lead in robbing Li Xiaoguan and the ninth princess.

"Can I finally go out?" The first Wang Feng glanced at An Bochen and asked coldly.

"Our soldiers are divided into two ways, taking away the young official all the way and looking for the ninth princess all the way. Brother Wang Feng, as long as the holy child and daughter are in hand, don't be afraid that Jiu Chenjun won't come.

The situation has been decided, and An Bochen made a decision.

Before leaving, An Bochen looked at the niche at the top of the temple hall again.

If everything is as expected, he can resume his cultivation today, defeat Jiu Chenjun, and then bring the young official back safe and sound.

There is only one premise to get the Taiji moral furnace.

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Thousands of troops and horses fought together, and when they were young, they dyed the grassland red.

The people of the southern wilderness were frightened. At the previous moment, the sound of the flute was still playing, and the virgins climbed the mountain and worshipped the desolate. In a blink of an eye, the wind and clouds suddenly suddenly changed. Only more than a hundred steps away, there were swords and shadows and shouts. The hegemonic army and the barren king collided with each other like two iron tides. What splashed was not the waves, but the shocking blood.

No one knows what happened. In front of him was the holy meeting carefully prepared for the wild gods, and behind him was a tragic war. The people panicked and inadvertently looked up to see figures flying in the sky. The people are only sent by the god of the wilderness, and they all worship. Who would have thought that those strange-looking people riding strange beasts not only ignored the war outside the plain, but also pointed out the people under them, smiled strangely, and then sped past and flew towards Dongshan.

The strange people from the far west finally appeared, but among the strange people in the far west, a few people who have not yet given up their fame and fortune are led by a boy riding a blue giant wolf.

It's getting closer and closer to Dongshan. Strange people whisper to each other, either nodding and smiling, or showing arrogance, and one of them is always winning.

At this moment, a wild bee the size of a baby's head flew out from halfway up the mountain, but unlike ordinary bee species, they had three heads and eight feet and tusks in their mouths. At present, ten are for one vertical, and a hundred are for a row, gathered like dark yellow cloud covers, overwhelmingly pressed by the aliens.

Strange people talk and laugh, and their faces are full of disapproving.

It was not until the bee swarm rushed to the front that a stranger laughed and came out, shouting, "Let's look at some methods."

He took out a wine gourd from his waist, looked up and swallowed it, and then opened his mouth to breathe fire.

The fire he spewed was different from the ordinary fire. It emitted a shining blue light, and it was about ten feet long in one breath. Wherever they went, the bees were burned to ashes and splashed down.

The aliens pointed out the situation. Except for the leading old man in Xiji, they all laughed unbridledly. The fire-breathing alien laughed the most crazily.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the mutiny was born, and the swarm of bees that had turned into powder and fell down were rekindled. They were rolled up by a strange wind and turned into a burst of black smoke into the big mouth of the fire-breathing alien, and the next moment they jumped out from the back of his neck.

With a "clap", the alien's neck broke from it, and the blood in his neck was like a column, splashing ten feet high, and the aliens on the side were stunned.

When the aliens found that the barbarian's narcisism was not as bad as they thought, their look also became serious. At present, they took out the magic weapon, used their own means, and carefully flew to Dongshan under the leadership of the old man Xiji.

At the mountainside, Wu Zhu and the witches used witchcraft to stop the footsteps of the aliens.

On the top of the mountain, the Southern Emperor and a group of witch guards and witches turned around and looked at the golden chariot flying out of the witch temple in surprise.

The purple dragon girl frowned angrily, and Huo Chuanyun's face was complicated.

There is a chaotic battle up and down the East Mountain.

No one noticed that the leaning tower behind the witch temple was trembling gently.

The leaning tower stands like a sword pointing to the sky.

There is a gap between the gray clouds, as if opening your eyes and inexplicably looking at all kinds of beings.