Chapter 413 Zhou Tianyuan Power

"Master, what kind of secret is this?"

The teenager looked at the rune on the boulder with a confused face and looked at the serious master beside him: "Master, can you recognize the words above?"

"Hmm, you will naturally recognize it as a teacher." The crow Taoist rolled his eyes and stared, then stroked his beard and pretended to say, "Apprentice, this is the words of ancient times."

The teenager was happy: "Master, is this engraved with the secret book of the fairy family?"

"This..." The crow Taoist gave a careless look: "In ancient times, I didn't know many words as teachers. Since it is the secret book of the fairy family, let's take it back to be exquisite."

"It turned out to be an empty joy." After following the master for so long, Xiaobao still doesn't know his master's nature. At a glance, he can see that the master is pretending to understand: "Then master, take your time. The apprentice will go back to the sect to prepare for food."

Looking up at the dark sky, the crow Taoist muttered, "It's not too early, that's all. Let's carry this stone back to the sect and study it later."

After saying that, he read a word in the crow's population and pinched the sword formula: "Ji!"

The flying sword is inserted into the mud and the boulder is raised.

"Master!"

The crow Taoist was casting spells wholeheartedly. Suddenly, Xiaobao's scream came to his ear. He shook his hand, and the boulder fell to the ground.

"What's your name! You little..."

Raven was so popular that his whole body trembled, but in a blink of an eye, he looked at the soles of his feet like a teenager.

An arm was exposed in the place where the boulder had been lying.

The master and apprentice looked at each other and were silent for a long time, and then carefully dug up the soil.

"Master... Who is he?"

Looking at the motionless man lying in the soil, Xiaobao asked tremblingly.

The crow Taoist pretended to be calm and said disdainfully, "Look at his appearance, he doesn't look like a demon, and there is no fairy god's feathered crane crown. I think he is an ordinary monk who died in the battle more than a hundred years ago... I just didn't expect that it was buried for so long and not found. Well, fortunately, the upper layer of soil has been dug up by those scoundrels.

The excitement gradually appeared in his eyes. The Raven Taoist looked at Xiaobao, who was also a little excited. The master and apprentice had a clear mind and rushed to the body without saying a word.

"What a poor monk, there is nothing on him." After turning over for a long time, Xiaobao stuck out his tongue and said disappointedly.

"I found it!"

The crow Taoist looked happy and shouted, but he picked up a beaded chain from the wrist under the corpse.

Carefully glanced around, seeing no one, the crow Taoist looked over the bead chain happily and was surprised.

"Master, what is this?"

Xiaobao came forward and asked.

This should be a storage magic weapon. It's rare to keep it so well that it hasn't been destroyed in the war. The grade is certainly not low.

"It's so awesome! Isn't it possible to exchange a lot of copper essence?

"How stupid! It's not just copper essence. Humph, take it to the magic weapon fair, at least it can be exchanged for two four-fold flying swords.

The Raven Taoist has suffered for most of his life. Today is perhaps his happiest day. He has been excited for a long time. He took the bead chain in his arms and looked at the man on the ground. After thinking about it, he still bowed: "Brother Dao has passed away, and it is useless to keep this treasure. In the future, I will forget the rise of my heart, and I will not forget to burn a column of incense for you.

After saying that, the crow man pinched the sword and flew out of the abyss with Xiaobao.

At the height of the night sky, the stars were bright. Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and a thunderbolt spread far away.

The Raven Taoist staggered, looked at the lightning and thundering sky in surprise, and then flew to the distance without stopping.

He left in a hurry and didn't notice that the "corpse" lying at the bottom of the abyss was slowly opening his eyes.

A thunderlight flashed in those deep eyes, which was ten feet long. After smashing the void, the thunder falling from the sky was split in half.

Straightening his waist, An Bochen sat cross-legged, his body stretched slightly, making a crackling sound, and every trembling of the bones shook a trace of wave in the air. After the thunder flashed, An Bochen's eyes were full of chaos, with white air all over his body, his skin was swollen, and his muscles bulged.

In the long years of being buried at the bottom of the abyss, An Bochen woke up when he was asleep. Even if he was awake, he was still a wandering fairy mansion. He repaired the damaged body in an empty state, and refined the vitality of the five heavens early and gathered the meridians. In a daze, An Bochen continued to refine his vitality. Before the thunderstorm arrived, his meridians could only store the vitality of five heavens, and there was nowhere to store the refined vitality. Half of it was mixed with blood, and the other half was stored with seven thunder beads.

Although Tianlei was split into two pieces, it still slipped down the top of An Bochen's head and integrated into his body in a blink of an eye.

After two columns of incense, An Bochen's eyes gradually returned to Qingming, and he exhaled a long breath. His breath was like white practice, and he ran into the sky.

With a "bang", the sky was full of thunder, but it was just a five-fold sky, and the six-fold thunderstorm came.

The immortals change the stars and exchange buckets, and mediate the creation.

An Bochen knew the mystery of the fairyland for a long time ago, but it was not long before he broke through the four heavens. Before he could use all kinds of magical power in the fairyland, he was calculated by the King of Dongyue, and he didn't know much about the four heavens. However, today, after stepping through the four heavens and entering the five heavens, An Bochen suddenly found that the realm of the four immortals is nothing more than this. It can change, can teleport, and cut off his head and die, but he has just stepped on the way of immortality.

Why is it used to change the star and change the bucket? It is the most powerful source power hidden in heaven and earth that is turned into their own use.

In the real world, the power of the five elements is only the power of the day after tomorrow. The yin and yang fall, the five elements are born, and the transformation of everything in the world. Although there is a power that cannot be underestimated in it, it is not the most original power between the sky and earth.

It is not until the fairyland that we can change the stars and mediate the creation to pursue the ancient and long-standing sources of power between heaven and earth.

Like the stars and the sky, like the creation of Qiyun.

This kind of power is no longer the straight power in the real world. The power is full of mysterious, and the mysterious is full of mixed power. It is broad and profound, just like a mayfly and human beings, just like two completely different levels of existence. Therefore, immortals can change, teleport, and can cut off their heads and not die, all because they subdue the source power.

However, the four-fold immortals are only new to the source power. They have just found it. At the five-fold sky, they have completely different feelings. The soul can see farther and find more. If the four heavens have seven or eight of the excavation of the source force, the five heavens have half a hundred, and the momentum alone can completely overwhelm the four heavens.

"My frog at the bottom of the well finally jumped to the mouth of the well. It's gratifying and sad."

He looked up and smiled. An Bochen did not look at the thunderstorm that fell in a blink of an eye. There was a deep melancholy in his deep eyes.

His eyes were shining between the walls of the abyss. An Bochen counted the passing time, and pictures flashed in front of him, but it was the past that had happened in the abyss in the nearly two hundred years. Until 180 years ago, when the Tongtian Column collapsed, he jumped into the abyss.

Once the sea turned into mulberry fields, only in his great senses.

What has happened in the past one hundred and eighty years, how the five towns and seas are blasplencing, how the caves and the earth are blessed, and what about Da Kuang, An Bochen does not know.

But after so many years, how can the world today be like before? I'm afraid that the people and things of the past, the parents in Yuanjing Village, are no longer there.

The wind and clouds surged, and a long wind blew by, swept away the mud and sand on An Bochen's body. His long hair was behind him, and he was silent and cold.

An Bochen raised his head and looked at the sky from afar. His eyes crossed the thick thunder clouds and shot into the depths of the sky. There, An Bochen saw a trace of hope, which belonged to him, Zhou Tianyuan.

The thunder cloud that was brewed to saturation finally tore apart, and the thunder tide roared down, as if the backflowing flood flooded the Anbo dust.

An Bochen remained motionless and quietly endured the impact of the thunderstorm.

The vitality hidden in the skin and flesh blood and thunder beads gradually melted and diffused into the meridians of An Bochen. His breath rose rapidly. Every time it rose, his eyes were far-reaching.

With a vibration of his body, An Bochen raised his hand and held the last thunder flower. The breath of the peak of the six heavens shot from the top of his head and went straight to Zhou Tian.

The past has become the past, but it is not irreparable.

Knowing where the road is, An Bochen has no more fetters in his heart.

The breath fell back, the long hair fell back to the waist, and An Bochen's temperament became light and free, elegant and invisible.

"That pair of masters and apprentices are interesting... Forget Heart Sect."

Looking at the wrist that only left a white mark, An Bochen whispered.

Under the starry night sky, the long wind swirled and drilled into the abyss. The mud and sand rose, and there was no one at the bottom of the abyss.