Chapter 380 Hearing Longjun Again

Although the Arctic Sea is a strategic place, it is only one of the large and small battlefields on the front line.

The moonlight shines into the mountain forest, and An Bochen sneaks through the forest. From time to time, you can see sentries and cottages, as well as the scorched earth with bones piled up. In the ten miles ahead, Chen Daozi, a seriously injured Dongtian fairy, rode a purple dragon. He looked particularly weak. He meditated on the dragon's back and shook his body from time to time. Even if Chen Daozi's vitality is deteriorating at the time, An Bochen is just hanging from afar and not too close, for fear of beating the grass and frightening the snake.

There are many real people in this mountain forest, either from Dongtianfudi, or the generals of Wuzhen Haidu. It is obviously not feasible for An Bochen to intercept Chen Daozi here.

Calm down, An Bochen and Zhong Chunan shuttled through the night. When he was young, he left the mountain forest and reached a desolate swamp.

The swamp covers an area of about 2,000 miles, and its miasma is strong, with only rotten wood, sunken corpses, bones, and no creatures. In the front-line battlefield, there is no garrison, such as the swamp desert. On the one hand, it does not produce materials, and on the other hand, it is easy to damage the ghost soldiers. Therefore, this swamp in front of An Bochen is a rare quiet place on the front-line battlefield. Chen Daozi obviously knew this. He gave up the mountain road on the left and the river on the right and flew on the swamp, just for a stable trip.

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

Zhong Chunan shouted angrily in his ear, and a purple light flashed in An Bochen's eyes and ordered Zhong Chunan to take action.

The remaining violence and fierceness before his death climbed to the extreme at this moment. An Bochen vaguely noticed that the strength in Zhong Chunan's body was two or three times stronger than before, which made An Bochen more and more confident in this interception.

The next moment, An Bochen appeared in the middle of the big swamp and stopped on a rotten tree and stared at Chen Daozi flying with the dragon.

Perhaps he was worried about Chen Daozi's injury. The dragon holding Chen Daozi flew fast and slowly. The sound of the wind came from behind. Chen Daozi was shocked and hurriedly turned his head to look. When he saw the flying huge thing clearly, Chen Daozi shivered, and a strong shock appeared on his face.

"Thief, give me back my life!"

Zhong Chunan suddenly shouted and rushed to Chen Daozi with a murderous breath.

Up to now, Chen Daozi doesn't care whether the other party is a person or a ghost. He took the take-off sword and wanted to shoot at Zhong Chunan. However, Zhong Chunan flew much faster than Zilong. Later, he arrived first. When Chen Daozi picked up the sword, Zhong Chunan had already arrived in front of him.

"Thief, give me back my life!"

With another shout, Zhong Chunan's arms expanded and bombarded Chen Daozi with a hundred pounds of force.

In a hurry, Chen Daozi raised his arm and waved his sword to meet Zhong Chunan's fist.

"Bang!"

The fists and swords hit each other, and Zhong Chunan was so hard that he flew back three steps away. And Chen Daozi was also having a hard time. His face, which was slowly recovering from his blood, was suddenly beaten back to his original shape, and it was even more pale.

In terms of strength, compared with Chen Daozi, Zhong Chunan is a three-year-old child and the other is an adult. Under normal circumstances, there is no suspense when fighting, but if the adult is seriously injured and dying, even a three-year-old child has a chance to kill him.

"Thief, give me back my life!"

Like Li Jiu, Zhong Chunan kept shouting the same words, rushed to Chen Daozi crazily, and punched Chen Daozi, as if he had endless energy.

In contrast to Chen Daozi, after receiving Zhong Chunan's punch, his injury has begun to worsen. He was chased and beaten by Zhong Chunan. How can he be a fairy who can't use Taoism?

"You... What the hell are you?"

Driving the dragon to move over the swamp, Chen Daozi clenched his fist and asked.

After fighting for so long, how could he not notice the strangeness of Zhong Chunan?

An Bochen naturally did not answer Chen Daozi and stood on the treetops. An Bochen looked at Chen Daozi with a blue nose and swollen face like a play, and thunder flashed in his eyes from time to time. At this point, there is no need for An Bochen to cast a spell. Zhong Chunan alone is enough to kill Chen Daozi, but it is much easier than An Bochen expected before.

At this moment, the moonlight suddenly darkened.

An extremely dangerous feeling quietly emerged from the swamp and spread in An Bochen's heart, which made him a little puzzled.

His eyes fell on Chen Daozi, and his eyes were red, and there was anger and determination on his face. An Bochen's heart tightened.

No, he is going to detonate the soul!

Once the monks in the fairyland explode their souls, it is enough to destroy all the creatures within a hundred miles. Although An Bochen has not seen the immortals detonate the soul with his own eyes, he has also heard the old people of Wuzhen Haidu in the days when he has not been demoted to the East China Sea.

"Old clock, let's go!"

An Bochen ordered, but there was a strong resistance that came into An Bochen's mind.

Chen Daozi stood on the back of the dragon with a sword and looked at Zhong Chunan angrily. The last trace of vitality was released by him in the fairy sword, blocking Zhong Chunan's approach. At the same time, Chen Daozi read words in his mouth, spitting words like thunder, and getting faster and faster.

The clouds rolled over the swamp, and the color was black, a little darker than the night.

He looked at Zhong Chunan, who was crazy and kept punching. An Bochen's eyes condensed, and he was no longer reluctant to give up. He turned around and was about to leave.

Zhong Chunan's last wish before his death is much stronger than that of Li Jiu. Since he is willing to die again and die with Chen Daozi completely, An Bochen can only give up this potential split, but the most regrettable thing is that he still can't get the whole corpse of Chen Daozi and can't pick the immortal Xuan'ao from it.

All kinds of regrets were thrown into the night as An Bochen turned around.

Just as An Bochen was about to teleport, the dragon roared.

In Yu Guangli, An Bochen saw the purple dragon under Chen Daozi's seat suddenly go crazy, shaking his waist and limbs, lifting Chen Daozi off the dragon's back, and also interrupting Chen Daozi's incantation to detonate his soul.

"Evil Dragon! How dare you rebel!"

In mid-air, Chen Daozi tilted his body and roared loudly. He looked for the "evil dragon" with his eyes, but what he found was Zhong Chunan's fist.

"Cock!"

Chen Daozi was punched through the chest bone and scattered the yuan god. He fell into the swamp with a "plop".

Looking at the body floating in the swamp, Zhong Chunan's eyes were blurred, and the last violence and resentment in his life dissipated tonight.

Towards the hidden direction of An Bochen, Zhong Chunan unconsciously knelt down on one knee and worshipped An Bochen in mid-air.

An Bochen frowned, and he vaguely felt something was wrong with Zhong Chunan's strange behavior.

Lei Zhu can be regarded as a soul to take away the dead body. This was an inadvertent discovery after An Bochen was demoted to the East China Sea, but he was busy practicing at that time and did not study it seriously.

That's all. Maybe it's just a last wish before death.

An Bochen said in his heart.

Above the swamp in front of him is a strange picture. There are four or five ordinary-sized giants kneeling in the air, and there is a purple dragon looking at him from time to time not far away. An Bochen looked up and down at the purple dragon and spread the meaning of Zhong Chunan.

"Wu Xiaolong, why do you stay here if you don't run for your life?"

Raising his head, Zhong Chunan asked Zilong.

"Why did I run for my life?" Zilong uttered and asked with a smile.

"Well, if the blessed fairy knows that you killed your master, how can you save your life?"

"Do you really think that this dragon is a blessed mount?"

Zilong looked angry and laughed angrily: "I was unfortunately fooled by Chen Daozi at the beginning. He was caught by him as a mount with a trick, and was humiliated for ten years. Today, since he is dead, Benlong should return. How can he run for his life? Humph, Benlong has something else to do. Say goodbye!"

"Do you recognize Ao Gui?"

Unpreparedly, such a question came out of Zhong Chunan's mouth. The purple dragon in the sky was ready to run away. Hearing the words, his body stiffened. He looked at Zhong Chunan incredulously, and then pretended to be confused: "Dumb man, what are you talking about?"

"Hahaha, go back and talk to Ao Gui, and say hello to him."

Zhong Chunan didn't care about Zilong, who pretended to be stupid. He laughed and said, and then left, but suddenly stopped: "Wu Xiaolong, Ao Gui is still hiding in Xuande Dongtian?"

"That's right..."

Zilong subconsciously blurted out. In a blink of an eye, he realized that he was leaking his mouth. Just as he wanted to hide it, he saw Zhong Chunan laughing and taking a step, and disappeared for a while.

After muttering a few words, the young Zilong shook his head, and then flew south with a smile.

As soon as the purple dragon's front foot left, An Bochen's back foot fell from the tree and looked at the dragon from afar, thinking.