Chapter 373 The smoke is about to rise

Unlike the intact condition when Li Jiu was excavated, the body lying at An Bochen's feet lost its right arm, leaving only one left hand.

But his left hand alone is the size of three or four palms of an ordinary person. His body is magnificent, and his skin color is red copper, which is conspicuous among the horizontal and vertical corpses. At first, An Bochen thought he was a blessed corpse soldier, but he found a handful of dust on his waist. Most of the sects in the cave and blessed earth practice the Qingxu Taoism, but almost everyone brushed the dust with their hands, or used to cast spells, or to pretend. This person obviously belongs to the latter. No matter who he is, with the dust tied around his waist, his status will never be too low, and his giant-like figure will definitely not be a nameless person.

An Bochen was a little moved and looked up and looked around. The ice cave in the sea where he was located happened to be on the battlefield between the two armies. There were not only the real people buried in the ice cave, but also the real people in the five towns and the sea. However, most of them are still ghosts and corpse soldiers, with broken bodies, broken arms and legs. They can find a relatively intact. The body is not easy, not to mention the real body that can be used.

Looking at it for a moment, An Bochen could not find a suitable body, so he turned his eyes to the giant at the soles of his feet. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a white air and penetrated into the giant's eyebrows.

......

"Hum!"

An Bochen's mind rumbled, and a thick violent gas rushed towards him with black smoke.

Kill the thief! Kill the thief!

There is a voice constantly roaring in his ear. An Bochen knows that if he does not bear the resentment before his life, it is difficult to succeed with at least two naive people's cultivation before his life.

When he took away Li Jiu's body, his pre-death will was to defeat the cave, which was also An Bochen's wish, and naturally he could suffer without scruples.

But the man in front of him is a blessed enemy. What else will his pre-death will be besides defeating Wuzhen Haidu?

He shook his head secretly, and An Bochen was calm and endured the violent breath.

"Hum!"

There was another loud noise in my ear. In a blink of an eye, pictures appeared in front of An Bochen. This is a memory of nearly 300 years. The owner of the memory is Zhong Chunan.

The picture flowed, An Bochen looked quietly, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years... Half an hour later, An Bochen has finished reading Zhong Chunan's memory of more than 200 years.

To An Bochen's surprise, Zhong Chunan was not the blessed person he originally imagined. He was born in a place called Jiuyuanzhou. There are immortals and demons running everywhere like Penglai Fairy Mountain. There are countless real people, but the difference is that the immortals and demons there do not want to be free, but only want power and fame, or establish sects, or form gangs, and fight all day long. Zhong Chunan is a disciple of one of the sects. He practices the skills of the outer door, but is also proficient in the art of change. He came to the cave to heaven and earth to be ordered to lurker, and secretly monitored every move of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two places. But when he mixed into the Chishui Cave Sky and followed the Southwest Six Cave Sky to the Arctic Sea, in only the third battle, he was cut off his right arm by the flying sword shot from the rear army. The rank of the flying sword was as high as five heavens. Looking back at the last glance, Zhong Chunan saw the suzerain of Tianming Mountain in the Chishui Cave who sacrificed the flying sword...

"It turns out that the thief you are calling refers to the suzerain of Mingshan with a black hand behind his back."

Flying out of Zhong Chunan's body, An Bochen looked at the giant man with only one hand left, and his eyes were slightly complicated.

How could he not guess the origin of Zhong Chunan's identity? It was the descendants of those immortals and demons who withdrew from the central heaven and earth when the ancient world collapsed. The five realms after the Five Towns and Haidu are their hometowns, and the Dongtianfudi are created by them, but I don't know why they have not appeared for so long, hiding in the unknown Jiuyuanzhou, peeping into the war between the five towns and Haidu and Dongtianfu.

An Bochen failed to find the answer from Zhong Chunan's memory. Although Zhong Chunan was the best in his clan, he only thought that their ancestors lived in Jiuyuanzhou.

"Jiuyuanzhou..."

In the cold wind, An Bochen touched Leizhu with his five fingers and looked at the body on the soles of his feet with a slight hesitation.

His original plan was to find a real person who is blessed in the world, seize the control, and sneak into the blessed world to act as An Bochen's eyes and ears, so as to identify the enemy's opportunities. However, this Zhong Chunan is a detailed work sent by ancient immortals. What's more, he is recognized **, how can he return to the cave. Although An Bochen still has eight thunder beads, he can theoretically take away eight people. It is very difficult to control the doll through the thunder beads. In addition, An Bochen's single-minded and three uses are his limit now. Therefore, after taking away Li Jiu, An Bochen can only take another person.

The descendants of ancient immortals, ancient skills, three naive human realms...

In Zhong Chunan's memory, he clearly describes the skills he has practiced. He is mainly refining the body, with infinite strength and the unbad body of King Kong. In the double naive human realm, Zhong Chunan's arm strength exceeded a million catties. In the triple naive human realm, the suzerain of Mingshan cut off Zhong Chunan's arm with the help of a flying sword with a rank of up to five heavens. If Zhong Chunan could break through to the four immortal realms, maybe even the flying swords of six heavens and seven heavens could not help him. .

With the strength of Zhong Chunan's heyday, not to mention the rear of the five towns and seas, even the front-line battlefield can allow him to rampage. If An Bochen takes him away, he doesn't have to worry about it when practicing kung fu or wandering in the future.

"Use it first. It's not a bad thing to have a triple strong man around you."

While talking to himself, An Bochen turned his hand and threw the thunder beads. In an instant, the thunder beads disappeared in the air. A purple light flashed in Zhong Chunan's eyebrows lying in the corpse pit, and then opened his eyes, and there was a white haze deep in his pupils. Gradually, his eyes were refreshed and he staggered to stand up. Although his movements were a little stiff, he looked like a living person.

Looking up at the hill-like giant, An Bochen smiled: "Find a place to recover first, and there will be five days before the good play will be staged. At that time, you and Li Jiushao have to cooperate."

Zhong Chunan also smiled, but didn't say anything. He walked behind An Bochen, as big as four An Bochen.

The two of them, one short and one tall, came out of the ice cave, stepped on the waves and walked on the Arctic sea. Before the eagle soaring between the clouds, they disappeared.

......

The ice and snow on the Arctic sea are so white that it is cautious. In the five towns and Haidu, in front of the hundred peaks of Dongyue, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful.

The blue and gray beacon smoke outside the hundred peaks surged, but it seemed to be far away and out of reach, which did not prevent the beauty in the palace from playing the piano at all.

Bu Zhoufeng, Broken Heaven Hall, a woman in a pink skirt sat in front of the pavilion, with jade fingers and plain strings. There was a man and a woman on both sides of the piano, both of which were the appearance of a boy, one holding the incense burner and the other brushing the dust.

Different from the woman's gorgeous and warm makeup, the sound of the piano she played is vicissitudes and ancient, and the tone is dark, like the silent dusk.

While playing the piano, she hummed softly, as far away as the sound of the piano, and I don't know which era the old ballad it is.

"Peach blossoms are chaotic?"

A low voice came from behind the pavilion. Behind the beautiful man was a man with nine claws and golden dragons. He didn't look very old. He looked like he was in his early thirties, but he had gorgeous hair and his temples were all white.

The woman did not stop playing the piano. She turned a deaf ear to the people behind her and still hummed her songs.

It was not until the hand that dominated the fate of the 100,000 immortals in Wuzhenhai and wiped her cheeks, that the woman shivered, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"The fox is fifty years old and can turn into a woman. A hundred-year-old is a beautiful woman who is charming. Thousands of years old is a witch, and he can know thousands of miles of foreign affairs. Long live the sky, for the fox. Each of these four disasters needs a peach blossom, which shakes and harms the world before it can be overcome... Is this the story of peach blossoms?

The man sat cross-legged on the side of the woman and said with a smile.

"Wang Shang is erudite." The woman bent down, her face was like water, and there was no waves.

"A song of peach blossoms every day... Have you been with me for so many years, or do you still believe that I will be defeated in Dongyue?

"Wang Shang has listened to the piano for so many years, and still firmly believes that Zhou Feng will not fall?"

"Hahaha..."

He stretched out his finger to the woman, and the king of Dongyue smiled very happily.

"If the king doesn't like it, he will cut off his concubine's tongue again." The woman said with no expression on her face, looking into the distance, her eyes were empty and there was no spirit.

"I gouge out your eyes, but I don't want to let you see the scene of me leading an army to capture your Tushan clan in the future. Not only the Tushan family, but also the whole Jiuyuanzhou will crawl at the feet of the king. Dongyue King smiled and said that the woman's face was expressionless, but the two pottery figurions who served the piano changed greatly.

"Crazy, crazy..."

He muttered in a low voice, and the woman shook her head.

Perhaps only she knows what a crazy and irritable heart is hidden under the elegant appearance of the king of Dongyue. There is constant bad news on the front line, but he is still immersed in the dream of recovering the lost land and even the expedition to Jiuyuanzhou. It seems that he and his general trend of Dongyue have gone.

However, how can a genius like him, the king of Dongyue, who inherits the best bloodline of ancient immortals, not see the upcoming fate?

...... What on earth is he thinking?

An eagle flew from afar and interrupted the woman's thoughts.

The eagle fell to the ground and turned into a man in a fiery red cloak, handing the jade piece to the king of Dongyue.

"Li Jiu... The hero who escaped from heaven and earth to the Arctic Sea... That's interesting."

After watching the jade film, the king of Dongyue smiled inexplicably, dispelled the eagle, reached out to hold the woman's waist, looked at the blue-gray beacon smoke in the distance, and suddenly said, "After so many years, you still won't tell me that secret?"

The woman doesn't change her color and doesn't say a word.

King Dongyue smiled and didn't force himself: "Well, let's go to bed."