Chapter 480 muddle through

"Xiao Anzi, where did you steal these things?"

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A pair of bead chains, An Bochen and Simajin have a string of hands, but they share a bead chain world. An Bochen took eight magic weapons and fell into the sea. The momentum was great, and Simajin was naturally shocked.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, An Bochen suddenly felt happy.

"I have another magic weapon here. Help me collect it."

An Bochen wrote quickly, and then put the glazed bottle into the bead chain.

He can't accept the Hunyuan God Furnace alone, and can only maintain a stalemate, just because he only mastered half of the bead chain space. Now with the red brush, it should not be a problem for the two to work together.

"Good. However, those who see it have a share.

Simajin's reply was full of joy, and An Bochen smiled slightly. As early as in Liujing, An Bochen found that Simajin had a collection hobby different from ordinary people. It was not only Taoist charms, magic weapons and secrets, but also some unperfuncted generals. At that time, An Bochen only thought she was joking, just like ordinary women who liked gold and jade jewelry. Now An Bochen has only found that Hongfu is far-sighted, but he can't figure out how a teenage girl can think so far.

At present, there is no time to think about this. The air waves are like the sea and waves are scattered in all directions. At the end, An Bochen looked at the Hunyuan furnace again, and his eyes surged. Suddenly, a big hand like substance flew out from his right eye, but it was gathered by feng shui, fire and thunder, and roared to the Hunyuan furnace.

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Outside the air wave, there are killings everywhere, and the killing intentions of the nine six-fold immortals gathered together, which is enough to kill the existence under any real fairyland in an instant.

Tianyu is like a cover. Under the sky of Jinhua Cave, the crows are silent, and the disciples of the second sect hold their breath. Li Xiaoguan and the three of them are so nervous that they even stop breathing. At this time, the Raven Taoist also hopes that An Bochen can be safe and sound, so that he can continue to bring benefits to the Forget Heart Sect. But at the thought of being attached to An Bochen, he must The sect with the blessed land gradually drifted away, and the crow Taoist's expression changed, and the contradiction in his heart was extremely extreme.

Everyone is waiting, just waiting for the waves to dissipate.

"Well, that's..."

"Who is that person?"

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The air wave gathered by the power of the magic weapon finally disappeared, and there was only a layer of hazy mist left.

In the fog stood a fairy with a dusty temperament, with three feet of fine light shining in his eyes, and he was closing his eyes.

"Ah, it's him."

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

When he was young, the two disciples came to his senses and recognized that the immortal was the disciple of the Wangxin sect who had been swallowed up by the air waves before. He stood there quietly, like a precious jade in the box, with outstanding and rich posture in the dust. He actually took the eyes of the disciples and forgot to see the mixed yuan furnace for a moment.

The disciples forgot, but the two masters would not forget. The power of the yuan god turned into a storm and ravaged An Bochen crazily. Every time they find an inch of land, their faces turn pale, and in the end, they are colorless and lost their minds. Even if they had been prepared before, they were still looking forward to any big mistakes.

At this time, the dust settled, and the fantasy was ruthlessly shattered. After all, the last thing they wanted to see still happened, like a huge hammer hitting their hearts - the Hunyuan magic furnace disappeared, and not only that, but even the eight magic weapons disappeared without a trace.

Gradually, the disciples of the two sects also noticed something was wrong. They rushed up and surrounded An Bochen in the center and looked at him suspiciously.

Li Xiaoguan and Xiaobao looked at each other, clenched their fists, and hid the excitement in their hearts, but their faces pretended to be surprised.

As for the crow Taoist, he didn't have to pretend at all, and he was already in a panic. He vaguely guessed that the disappearance of those magic weapons was related to An Bochen. Although he admired An Bochen's means, what followed was the fear that went deep into the bone marrow. An Bochen took the magic weapons for himself in front of everyone. Huangdao, Tianyan and the six supreme sects would not let him go. Even if he has a lot of magical power, the Raven Taoist and the Wangxin Sect will bear the anger of the heavenly and blessed sect.

The atmosphere was solemn and tense. The crow Taoist was black in front of his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground in fear. When he fell into the eyes of others, he thought he was too sad and happy.

"What's going on? Where is the mixed-yuan magic furnace? Where is the Emperor's Mirror? You... How can you suddenly have the cultivation of the four-fold immortal realm!"

Master Ling Feng took a step forward and stared at An Bochen fiercely, forgetting to maintain his image in front of his disciples.

An Bochen's arm trembled slightly, and he seemed to be a little scared. His face was full of innocence: "It turned out that it was called the Hunyuan God Furnace... Well, I don't know what's going on. Those magic weapons were taken away by the Hunyuan God Furnace. Then the stove said a word and got into the void and disappeared again.

Hearing this, the two disciples looked at each other and felt ridiculous, but they couldn't find any other explanation.

"What did the mixed source furnace say?" Elder Mo's reaction was not as fierce as Ling Fengzhu. She squeezed her lips and asked.

An Bochen frowned and thought for a while, and then spread his hands: "It seems to say that if the predestined person is not there, he should go home."

Li Xiaoguan and Raven Xiaobao hid outside the crowd, secretly looking at the two angry masters and holding back their smiles.

"Then let me ask you, how did you break through the fairyland?" Elder Mo took a deep breath and asked again.

"To be honest, I was already dead."

An Bochen sighed and said quietly, "But who would have thought that a trace of soul was sucked into the stove? He seemed to have taken an elixir in a daze, and then survived the thunderstorm."

An Bochen is full of ridiculous words, and no one will believe it on weekdays, but now, no matter how ridiculous it is, everyone has to believe it, because in addition, no one can imagine what is possible to make a mortal person turn from danger and break through a realm.

"Is it a mixed Yuan elixir?"

A worshiper behind Elder Mo suddenly said to himself.

"This is the only possibility. It turns out that there is a mixed fairy elixir hidden in the furnace, which actually has the ability to change his life against the sky... What a good luck."

Another person looked at An Bochen and sighed.

An Bochen was happy in his heart and was about to say something. Suddenly, he was like being struck by thunder. He stepped back three steps in a row, and there was no blood on his face.

Two deep breaths came from the distance one after the other. Under those two breaths, An Bochen did not have the power to return. It should be said that it must be the true immortal hidden in the two sects of Huangdao and Tianyan. The characters who can break through the real fairyland and step into the ranks of the real strong are not intelligent people. Although they are thousands of miles away, they are also paying attention to Jinhua Dongtian. Ling Fengzhu and Elder Mo were fascinated by the authorities. The two real immortals were clear. Naturally, they thought of another possibility, that is, An Bochen concealed his cultivation and secretly stole the Hunyuan furnace.

The facts are not much different.

In the previous wave, there are three real fairyland magic weapons, and the two true immortals are also difficult to find out. At present, they are no longer afraid of failure.

The power of the yuan god of the real fairyland ruthlessly swept over An Bochen. An Bochen clenched his teeth and retreated three more steps.

Master Ling Feng and Elder Mo exchanged a look, and then they were ready to go, and their eyes locked An Bochen.

They can be sent to Jinhua Dongtian, and they are not good people. At this time, they also guessed another possibility.

As long as An Bochen changes a little, they will lead their respective masters to kill him.

The atmosphere that had gradually eased became tense again.

The cold wind turned around and got into Li Xiaoguan's neck. It was cold. Although he didn't know what had happened, his heart was pounding and he was about to jump to his throat.

"Wow!"

The long wind blew through Jinhua Cave, and An Bochen stood firmly. The two true fairyland breaths were taken back when An Bochen was almost unbearable.

The remains of three kings are hidden in An Bochen's bead chain, which have only been seen through by the King of Dongyue. Although the two suzerains of Huangdao and Tianyan are true immortals, they are far less than the king who guarded the Dushan Mountain at the beginning. Naturally, they can't find the real cultivation of An Bochen.

Elder Mo and Ling Feng also restrained their killing opportunities, and they were inevitably disappointed.

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from a distance.