Chapter 416 Enchantment

The evening wind is near the lake, the moonlight is mottled, the canoe by the lake is rippling, and the soft Jiangnan singing voice floats out of the painting boat. After a turn in the wind, it is suppressed by the noise.

In a green shirt, An Bochen walked in Wangjun Lake and looked at the bustling crowd on the shore. For a moment, he only thought that time was going back and returned to the extremely familiar old place. Wangjun Lake is still there, and the old Tang ancient road is still there. It is hoped that the palace that Junhu can see is completely out of sight, and it is replaced by a gloomy and terrible palace.

"Demon spirit?"

Looking at the mysterious fog rising at the top of the palace, An Bochen muttered in a low voice.

The crow Taoist said that today's Da Kuang was ruled by Yin and the two dynasties. Just looking at Liujing, a demon-exciating palace, you will know that the Liu Kingdom is under the rule of the Jie Dynasty. It can be seen that the people are so happy. As before, An Bochen can't help but have a trace of doubt. Although the country has changed its owner and has been replaced by demons, it seems that there is no crow. What people say is so unbearable.

Looking around the palace, the power of the soul poked out. An Bochen noticed that two breaths were not weak. One was the peak of the four-fold fairyland, and the other was the first four-fold sky, and the whole body exuded demonic spirit. Their identity was self-evident.

Li Xuan, Lizhu and even Shangguan Waner are no longer there. According to their cultivation in those years, they should not live so long.

An Bochen did not intend to kill demons. He knew nothing about the interception. The Yin Dynasty had a national teacher who was better than the King of Dongyue. I think the interception would also have a powerful existence that was not weaker than him. In addition, after sleeping for 180 years, everything is wrong. Now the world seems to be very peaceful. In addition to practice, An Bochen doesn't know what to do.

The power of the soul reached into the bead chain, and An Bochen wrote in the glazed bottle - "I have arrived at the State of Liu."

The glazed bottle sank into the sea and floated up in a short time, and there was another letter in it - "Don't be impatient, don't disturb the demon."

With a faint smile, An Bochen threw the glass bottle back into the bead chain.

After Wangxinzong found the bead chain, he took out the glazed bottle at the first time. The glazed bottle was full of red letterheads. Year after year, month after month, even if there was no news again and again, she never stopped. When An Bochen finally sent a letter again after more than a hundred years, Simajin only replied that I knew one. Although these four words were light, the trembling when he wrote it could not hide it from An Bochen's eyes.

As time goes by, there are always some things that will never change.

In the letter, Sima Jin only said something about her recent situation. She studied under Xue Yangjun and is now in charge of the third princess's mansion of Yin Dynasty. Xueyangjun's cultivation is high, his magic power is vast, and there are many strong people in the Yin Dynasty. She can't get out, but she also asked An Bochen not to come to her for the time being. She only said that something big things will happen in the near future.

"The world is at peace. What else will happen?"

An Bochen whispered to himself, and he was not in a hurry to find Simajin. The two gathered less and separated more. In the past, An Bochen didn't feel anything, but now he has six heavenly immortals. He pursues the way of heaven in the Zhoutian and vaguely senses the fate - the two of them seem to be together for a long time. If they want to break the fate, it is far from enough for his current cultivation. In addition, although Simajin didn't say much, An Bochen could also feel what she was planning between the lines. At this time, she rashly went to the Yin Dynasty, which shocked the immortals of the Yin Dynasty and might put her in danger.

The figure is like flowing clouds, and An Bochen quietly walked through the lively crowd. Soon, the five-storey ink pavilion appeared in front of him.

This is the place where his journey of practice began. After so many years, he returned to his hometown. The Moyun Tower is still the same as before, but it is no longer a high-rise building in Liujing, second only to the palace in Liujing. Nowadays, Liujing's high-rise buildings are everywhere, some of which are even more than ten floors high. The top of the attic is full of demon clouds, which is obviously the place where the demons live.

"I thought that after the immortals came to the eastern world, those immortals and demons would make the people slaves and insulted, but today it seems that this is not the case. This world is just a new master, which has nothing to do with the people.

An Bochen sighed and only felt empty in his heart.

More than a hundred years ago, he still had a cavity of blood and once put life and death aside, just to fight against the so-called enemies and protect his home and the people behind him. Now it seems that all this is just their wishful thinking. The people are still living and working in peace and contentment. In the final analysis, it is just a struggle for power between the immortals and gods.

He was so frustrated that he couldn't get it back. An Bochen turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a cry from Moyun Tower.

After thinking about it, An Bochen stopped, and his body was like air, penetrating into the Moyun Tower.

There is a big case on the fifth floor of the building. There is a wooden card on the case. There is a big coffin next to the case. The old woman in plain clothes leads a family to hold the coffin and cry.

"It turned out that black-haired people sent white-haired people..."

Looking at the year of birth and death on the wooden card, An Bochen whispered, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He thought it was a demon who did evil, so he came to find out. Although he was a little selfish, to be honest, he hoped that the people in Liujing, who were under the rule of the imperial court, were not as happy and comfortable as he saw, so that he could have an excuse to continue without feeling that he was worthless for what he had paid.

"That's all. The past is the past."

Shaking his head, An Bochen looked at his youth residence again and was about to leave. His eyes stagnated and stayed on a shrine.

This shrine is made of gold and jade, which is of great value. It seems that since this family can afford to live in Moyun Tower, it must be a rich family. But what is enshrined in the shrine is an existence with wings on its back and a bird-like face, with an evil atmosphere from top to bottom.

As soon as An Bochen touched the eyes of the statue, he felt a demonic atmosphere emanating from it. The statue seemed to come back to life and grin at An Bochen.

"Dingworm tricks!"

A white tide appeared in An Bochen's eyes, and the water turned into ice, freezing the enchanting spirit in an instant.

The statue also seemed to notice that the man opposite him could not control. His eyes drooped, his face was expressionless, and he turned back to a motionless gold sculpture.

What happened just now?

An Bochen looked up and down at the shrine, and the power of the soul came out. He didn't feel anything abnormal anymore, but the demonic spirit just now was full of four heavenly immortals, which was by no means his illusion.

Before An Bochen thought deeply, he found that a weak breath was flying towards Moyun Tower from far to near.

"Is there really something mysterious?"

Looking at the family that was crying, An Bochen said to himself and retreated aside.

The person who enters the Moyun Tower looks young, but he has the cultivation of three naive human realms and no demonic spirit. There are only two candles in the building, which shake from side to side under the wind, emitting a faint light. When the man walked up to the fifth floor and his face was exposed to the candlelight, An Bochen suddenly laughed.

"It turned out to be him."

Now the figure, the person came to the front of the wooden card, with a solemn face.

"Who are you?"

When the family saw the visitor, their faces were shocked, and their bodies couldn't help shrinking back.

The man ignored it and snorted coldly and walked straight to the shrine. He said that there was a word and sacrificial charm in his mouth, and pressed the Taoist charm on the shrine by hand.

"What are you doing! Stop it!"

The old man was shocked and angry. She quickly grabbed the man and cursed, "It turned out to be you! The immortals are on the top, why don't you all be killed!"

The man's face stiffened, and a look of grief and indignation flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand to break free from the old man and sneered.

"It's really stupid. Until now, I don't know the culprit who killed your son. Your son's self-inflicted death is more than deserved. Do you still want to continue to harm the people on Zhuque Street?

An Bochen stood aside and listened quietly. Sure enough, things were not as simple as he thought.