Chapter 464 Who Calculates Who Next

"Are you still laughing?"

Suddenly, I couldn't understand it.

An Bochen is a smart man, and he is also a smart man. All smart people will know that there is little hope for An Bochen in this situation. It is great kindness for him to say so much with An Bochen and delay for so long.

"Your Excellency, you told me last night that if I help you stop Zhang Qi, you will owe me a favor."

An Bochen said.

"I will leave you a trace of vitality and send you to be reincarnated. I will return it in my next life." He wrote lightly.

"You don't have to do it in the next life, just this life." An Bochen Guan Er.

"I really don't know where your confidence comes from." He wants to laugh very much, but he also knows that he is not born to laugh.

Facing the sarcastic eyes, An Bochen said lightly, "I thought it would be a good business for me to get the favor of Lord Qi. But Lord Yiqi seems to have forgotten this for a long time. In this way, instead of making it difficult for Lord Yiqi to do it, it is better to take a step back and exchange the charm of faith in the gods of a hundred countries.

He was stunned, and there was a murderous intent in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, he has fully understood what An Bochen is thinking. He believes that the charm is a sharp sword hanging over the heads of overseas gods, which makes it difficult for them to sleep and eat. If someone destroys the last charm of faith, although it is not a re-creation, it can also be regarded as a great kindness. An Bochen had already guessed that he had bad intentions, so he bypassed him and directly turned his eyes to the gods of the Hundred Kingdoms. No matter how powerful he is, he will not be the enemy of all the overseas gods. Therefore, as long as An Bochen is good, he can protect himself, and on the other hand, he can also get the favor of overseas gods. The overseas gods are powerful, and there are nearly ten true immortals, and they are inextricably linked to Penglai Wonderland. It is better to get their help in the future than to fight with them.

This is the satisfactory calculation made by An Bochen. Once it is done, he can have nearly ten more real immortals and more than a hundred immortal masters, provided that he can keep the life-saving charm at hand.

"You seem to forget that those gods are salvaging fake charms in the sea. Who will come here?"

His eyelids were lowered, and his voice was low and there were no ups and downs, but it was a sign before he left.

He has never killed An Bochen, but because he really doesn't want to admit that he has been tricked by the young man on the opposite side who has been practicing for less than 200 years, so he broke the casserole and asked to the end. He followed An Bochen and did not find that An Bochen passed on or sent yellow scarves. The nature of those gods was very clear. Except for a few people, the rest would not be bored enough to leave the faith charm to follow here.

Seeing An Bochen smiling without saying a word, he frowned and suddenly woke up.

"Ao Ba?"

An Bochen didn't say anything. It was not that he pretended to be unfathomable, but that he had been shrouded in murder, and his whole body was tingling, like falling into an ice cave.

Why hasn't the dead dragon come yet?

An Bochen muttered in his heart, and his scalp was slightly numb.

He had agreed with Ao Ba last night, and even took half of the soul elixir to buy the guy. It is reasonable that he should have come with a group of gods.

The killing intention on the opposite side is constantly rushing, like the tide of the Tianhe River, rushing through the waves.

An Bochen reluctantly gathered strength to resist. Although Zhou Tian's momentum was used by him to the extreme, he was flawed again and again. In the face of his steady strength, An Bochen's Zhou Tian's momentum could no longer be as comfortable as the previous * playing with the masters of the Three Dynasties, but like a lonely boat in the storm, swaying and swaying. .

Even so, there was still a touch of surprise in his eyes.

He is a person who knows the goods. Naturally, he can see how extraordinary the "potential" issued by An Bochen is. It is really rare that he can still maintain it firmly under the impact of his stormy murderous intention. If he competes with the same level, An Bochen can only rely on his power to gain an invincible position.

"It's a pity. That's it. You have to die."

Although it is a little difficult to accept the failure of his calculation, he has the biggest fist. The so-called plot is only a vassal of strength. At the last moment, he still has to rely on his strength to speak.

The next moment, he appeared in front of An Bochen, flicked his finger, and lightly broke the "potential" of An Bochen.

"You may not know that Ao Ba is smarter than you think. Smart people will naturally know how to choose."

He stared at An Bochen, who was close at hand, and said calmly.

"Indeed, he is a smart man."

An Bochen's life was hanging on the line, and he did not argue with him. He said quickly, pinching and scratching with his left hand, releasing the seven arrows of the nail head that had been brewing for a long time.

He knew that the seven arrows of the nail head may not be as unfavorable as before, but An Bochen now only needs to delay the time and drag it until Ao Ba appears. At such a close distance, the seven arrows of the nail head should be able to be shot.

An Bochen said secretly in his heart.

But the next moment, his body flew backwards out, and the huge force shocked his internal organs.

Gritting his teeth, An Bochen looked up at the short arrows on his wrist, and there seemed to be something brewing in his eyes.

The sea of blood is churning, and there is no other color between the sky and the sea except for the blood.

He was furious. Although An Bochen's nail-headed seven arrows could not hurt his life and were not seriously injured, after all, he was also injured. This was the first time he was injured by his descendants who were not as good as his cultivation after leaving Penglai, and it was also the Yuanshen who was injured.

After flying out for half a miles, An Bochen stabilized his body.

Looking around, there are stormy waves between the sea and the sky, and the blood is flowing, as if thousands of storms are roaring at the same time, rolling towards An Bochen.

Its strength and strength are far from what An Bochen can beat.

Why haven't you come yet?

An Bochen looked solemn.

He knew that Ao Ba was a smart person, which could only be seen from his several tricks when he fought with him. Therefore, last night, he directly told Ao Ba, chatted for half a night, and finally moved Ao Ba. It is not easy to pull Ao Ba away from his side. An Bochen firmly believes that he can convince him, because he knows what Ao Ba wants most.

But until now, Ao Ba still hasn't appeared, but An Bochen is in a desperate situation.

In the face of the rampage, An Bochen would not naively think that he could still survive.

If it really doesn't work, we can only waste a soul elixir.

The soul elixir obtained from Zhang Qi is An Bochen's last support. However, An Bochen does not want to use it unless he has to. Once used it, it means that he lost this game.

......

"It's not easy for this little doll to make us angry."

The Mingling boy smiled.

The three of them stood on the other side of the sea, looking at the red sky of the sea of blood from afar.

"Adult Qi is a big failure this time. Unfortunately, the little doll still lost.

Fang Bo said strangely, with some appreciation and some regret. He looked at him and thought deeply: "That guy seems to be hurt. Why don't we take the opportunity to make him?"

"Bullshit! Behind him is Longshan.

When the Mingling boy was angry when he heard the words, he suddenly found that the man beside him had never said anything.

"What's the matter?" The bright boy asked doubtfully.

"The reinforcements are coming. That little doll seems to have won.

The man smiled.

Following his eyes, Mingling Boy and Fang Bo saw the flying gods of the hundred kingdoms.