Chapter 340 The birth of the treasure furnace, who is the fate 3
The flying dragon rushed out of the witch temple, with An Bochen standing on the left and the first king wind standing on the right, ravaging the heads of a group of witches and rushing straight to the Southern Emperor.
"Bochen!"
Li Xiaoguan, who was dressed up, looked at An Bochen, who was driving a flying dragon. After a short loss of distraction, he immediately shouted.
Before Li Xiaoguan was happy for too long, the Purple Dragon Girl stepped forward to block his sight.
"Who are those two?"
Looking at the first Wang Feng who beat a group of barren guards, Nandi's face turned blue and frowned and asked.
"The first Wang Feng and An Bochen."
While talking, the purple dragon girl had pinched out her fingerprints and waited for the two of them.
Hearing the words, Nandi was stunned, his face was strange, and he muttered in a low voice, "That An Bochen? Isn't he already dead?"
The name of An Bochen was also heard of by the Southern Emperor, but he didn't expect that An Bochen looked younger than the rumors. Thinking of the rumors, the Southern Emperor couldn't help but be afraid and took two steps back behind the Purple Dragon Girl.
Wu Zhu and the witch envoys who are proficient in witchcraft are arranged halfway up the mountain. At this time, there is only a team of barren guards and several old witches on the top of the mountain. How to stop the first king wind who has entered the hall and entered the house was defeated when he was young.
"Brother Wang Feng, you go and deal with the Purple Dragon Girl. Give me the other one."
After crossing the wilderness guards, only the purple dragon girl and Huo Chuanyun were left in front of Li Xiaoguan. An Bochen looked at Huo Chuanyun, who lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth slightly.
The first Wang Feng didn't say much. He jumped out of the flying dragon, turned into a shadow, and went straight to the purple dragon girl.
Until now, everything has been going in an orderly manner, exactly as planned. As long as he breaks through Huo Chuanyun again, he can save the little official, while Simajin took Feng Xiaoler and Yilong to the witch station behind the witch temple to grab the ninth princess. It is thought that it was a success.
"Rogue, take it!"
An Bochen shouted in a low voice, pulled out his innocence, and pretended to attack Huo Chuanyun.
In his imagination, his good brother should also pretend to be invincible and get out of the way. After all, Huo Chuanyun had been the same in several previous "matches". An Bochen was extremely sure of the short but destined friendship between the two.
But when Huo Chuanyun raised his head, An Bochen was stunned.
Huo Chuanyun's bronze eyes flashed with complex brilliance, questioning, disappointment and a trace of guilt.
In an instant, An Bochen's heart cooled down and he faintly sensed that something was wrong.
It's not bad.
The cicada's wings came out of the sheath, and Huo Chuanyun's palms were together, and he raised from it, looking indifferent.
Mount Tai. Domineering knife!
In the face of Huo Chuanyun's full-powering knife, An Bochen's heart jumped wildly. As a last resort, he could only pour the power of Zhou Tian's cycle into his arms and be innocent.
"Boom!"
One is a spiral outward, and the other is an inward contraction. The two strange forces collide with each other, and the remaining force sweeps away large areas of rocks.
After all, An Bochen's strike power is stronger than Huo Chuanyun's. Between knives and guns, Huo Chuanyun's face surged with blush and retreated. The purple dragon girl beside him was frightened. The Southern Emperor's face was bloodless, and only Li Xiaoguan clapped his hands and cheered.
Just when there seemed to be no suspense in the war, the figure of the teenager with a gun suddenly stiffened, and the hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably.
Huo Chuanyun cut out a knife with his backhand, but he wanted to take the opportunity to avoid the innocent edge.
The power released by his knife was only more than a thousand catties. However, when the power of more than a thousand catties fired a silver gun from the tip of the knife, An Bochen's shoulders trembled, and his whole body fell obliquely like a kite with a broken line.
Silent.
Almost everyone opened their mouths and looked at An Bochen, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground in disbelief. For a moment, no one knew what had happened.
The crazy dragon general, An Bochen, who left a legend on the desolate road in Guannan, was defeated in this way... This is incredible.
"Well, the original shape is finally revealed."
The cold laughter sounded from the side. Everyone turned their heads and saw an old man in red robe in front of the cliff.
The old man touched his chin and stared at An Bochen, who was trying to support his body. His face was full of sarcasm, "He has lost all his cultivation, and he has no strength. He dares to come to grab the treasure. He really doesn't know what to live or die."
When the voice fell, everyone was in an uproar.
The first Wang Feng looked surprised.
The purple dragon girl looks strange.
Emperor Nanchang breathed a sigh of relief.
Huo Chuanyun's hand holding the knife suddenly shook and looked at An Bochen, his eyes full of regret.
Only Li Xiaoguan cried and howled. He looked at An Bochen with a snot and tears. He wanted to rush at him, but was stopped by the Purple Dragon Girl.
gasping, An Bochen was innocent and staggered up his body.
The sun has just risen to the middle of the sky, like hanging above everyone's heads, hot, making An Bochen more or less unable to open his eyes.
Through the blurred aperture, An Bochen saw the guilty tiger-toothed teenager. Just like many years ago, An Bochen smiled at him and signaled him not to blame himself.
You can only blame yourself for being too self-righteous and trying to grab the treasure, but forgot that Huo Chuayun had already reminded him not to interfere. He changed his name and lurked beside Emperor Kuang. There must be his reason, which may be related to today's farce.
He shook his head with a wry smile. An Bochen looked at the old man in red robe and looked at the first Wang Feng: "Brother Wang Feng, he is Jiu Chenjun."
He hasn't lost yet. Even if the "original form is exposed" at present, he still has the first Wang Feng and Simajin, who is looking for the ninth princess.
Hearing this, Wang Feng's back tightened, turned his head and stared at the old man in red robe: "Where is she?"
"What is she?" The old man in red robe shrugged his shoulders and his face was inexplicable.
"Moon is green." A trace of anger flashed in his white eyes, and the first Wang Feng took two steps forward and forced the old man in red robe.
"Surname Yue..."
The old man in red robe, that is, Jiu Chenjun, chewed softly and looked at the eyes of the first Wang Feng. A sudden look appeared on his face, and then became a thick absurdity: "So it is it. It seems that your surname is the first. I didn't expect that a hundred years later, the descendants of the First family would mix with the descendants of the Yue family again. This fate is really impermanent.
With a sigh, Jiu Chenjun raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "I know who lied to you. He thought I didn't know the whereabouts of Yue Qingqing, and you would blame me for what happened more than a hundred years ago. Unfortunately, he missed the treasure that was about to be born. Although I don't know where the moon is in your mouth, the baby that is about to be born is very psychic. For the sake of your and me, I will lend it to you when I get the baby. The baby is about to be born. You have been looking for her for so long, and you are not in a hurry. What I said is true or false, and I can tell it out at that time.
As if no one else said to the first Wang Feng, Jiu Chenjun didn't pay attention to the Purple Dragon Girl and Huo Chuanyun at all, not to mention the dying An Bochen.
He slanted to An Bochen, and Jiu Chenjun did not hide his pride at all. Mr. Yi talked about the first Wang Feng coming to Nanhuang to help An Bochen, but because he did not count the birth of the Taiji moral furnace, he made Jiu Chenjun easily talk about the first Wang Feng.
Seeing that the first Wang Feng was murmured, An Bochen knew that he had something to do, and his heart sank, but he still looked at Jiu Chenjun with a sneer: "Before you got that treasure, do you want to talk big?"
"Who said I didn't get that baby?"
Looking at An Bochen jokingly, Jiu Chenjun laughed and said, "The golden boy is already here, and the ninth princess has already been taken away by Aqi. Do you think you can be the yellow finch if you hide in the witch's temple? It's ridiculous that it's still empty in the end.
Hearing this, An Bochen's heart has sunk to the bottom of the valley.
I thought that Sima Jin and others had grabbed the ninth princess and could at least draw with Jiu Chenjun, but they missed the seemingly insignificant Wu Zhu Aqi. As early as a few days ago, A Qi left the little official and there was no news. An Bochen and Sima Jin didn't care. They focused on Jiu Chenjun, but they didn't expect that in the end, it was the inconspicuous witch who ended everything.
A strong sense of frustration came out. An Bochen lowered his head, squeezed his lips tightly, and his face was full of unwillingness.
Even if he is unwilling, he has no choice. When it comes to wisdom, at the age of 18, he is not the opponent of Jiu Chenjun after all.
The sun began to deflect to the west, and the sun fell on the leaning tower, reflecting a shadow, just at the foot of An Bochen.
The shadow trembled, like a dancing sword.
It was not until then that the people on the top of the mountain found that the huge tower standing diagonally behind them shook and made a rustling sound.
It's not just Nanhuang Dongshan.
Zhongdu, Mobei, Donghai, Jixi.
There is also a strange leaning tower in these four places. Almost at the same time, the five leaning towers shake and tremble, as if the blade is inserted on the earth. After gathering tens of millions of years of sharpness, it wants to stab the sky.
"Wang!"
With the five loud noises coming out, the layers of mud and stone wrapped around the leaning tower peeled off and poured out, revealing the original face of the leaning tower. Its shape is like a sword, but its color is different.
Jiu Chenjun, who was wearing the skin of an old man in a red robe, didn't seem to expect this, or he didn't expect it to happen now.
In the end, the calculation of man is not as good as that of heaven. He looked up at the five-color halo overflowing from the spire of the five-square oblique tower and went straight to the five-color halo of the sky. Jiu Chenjun's face floated with a strong awe and whispered something.
On the other side, An Bochen, who was holding a gun with one hand, was also stunned and said almost the same words as Jiu Chenjun.
"The gods and monsters fall in love with the world, and the five elements settle the return of the emperor... Are the first poems going to come true..."