Chapter 493 Gentleman's State, Yiqi Town, Hua Sanqing Central

On the rapid flow of the river, more than a dozen warships hit together. From time to time, monks jumped out of the ship and fought fiercely.

The setting sun is slanting in the west, and the heavy shadows of the trees reflect the blood in the river. Darkness and blood are intertwined, flowing into the distance with the dark sky.

An Bochen stood on the far slope and looked at it quietly.

The wind gradually stopped, and the battle between the two states came to an end.

This is the seventh battle that An Bochen saw during the three-day trip. The two states and one state are poor and aggressive, and one country is sinister and cunning.

It is really unimaginable that there will be such a country between heaven and earth. There are only three kinds of national personalities, which are upright, aggressive and cunning. They live together in the country. They often provoke war, do not compete for the land, and only compete for the name.

The citizens of these three states all think that they are the real gentlemen. They are not convinced of each other. They fight year after year, and a batch of monks have died. So far, they have not been separated.

An Bochen came to the gentleman's country just to gain the faith of the people and become the god of the gentleman's country.

However, the nationals of the three states are not the same heart. If An Bochen helps one of them, he will definitely offend the other two states. Even if all the nationals of the other two states are killed, they will be reborn through the reincarnation of the gentleman's country.

In other words, according to the usual method, An Bochen will never harvest the common beliefs of the three states of the gentleman's country, unless he can resolve the contradictions and hatreds between them.

"The hatred of the nation is deeply rooted, and it has been the same for thousands of years. How can it be so easy to resolve?"

An Bochen muttered in a low voice and sighed in his heart.

Living in a gentleman's country is like a year, and just three days is like three years. An Bochen has been thinking hard and scratching his stomach, and has no clue so far.

"If only Hong Fu was here. She had a lot more ideas than me."

He shook his head with a wry smile. An Bochen paced down the hillside, stepped into the wind, and drifted to the distant capital.

Looking down from the sky, the three states of the gentleman's country are like three blooming flowers, which are dependent on each other, just like the people of the three states with very different temperaments. They depend on each other, lack a country but do not become a gentleman's country, and they don't like each other, and they want to put each other to death.

The battle spirit of the capital city that An Bochen went to is like clouds. Even in the dark night, the clouds are still scarlet as red as blood, shocking. It goes without saying that it is naturally a country that is poor and aggressive.

Entering into the city, An Bochen only felt that the atmosphere in the city was a little strange and quiet. An Bochen listened to the secluded sobs from the houses on both sides of the street, and it was not just one family. All the families in the city criticized filial piety and cried bitterly.

An Bochen's heart moved, and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the palace of the capital.

There is only one possibility that a big man in the capital is dead.

An Bochen doesn't think it's a coincidence. This country's poor soldiers are extremely aggressive. Even the lord of the country often wears clothes and charges himself.

Hidden in front of the palace gate, An Bochen saw that the medical officers were in a hurry and looked tired. From time to time, there were also folk men who were summoned into the palace. They came and went quickly, all with a sad face.

It seems that the big man is not dead and is still lingering.

An Bochen was slightly happy. Now, he can only use the most stupid way to give grace to the lords of the three states one by one in order to harvest their faith.

In the night wind, An Bochen slowly appeared. When the warrior guarding the palace gate saw An Bochen's expression changed greatly, he couldn't help but raise his knife and stab him.

Each of these warriors has the strength of heaven, and the strength of the fighting country can be seen.

The blade stopped ten feet in front of An Bochen and could not enter.

At this time, An Bochen wore a high crown, a flowing cloud robe, and brushed the dust with his left hand. He looked quite a little fairy-fashioned.

"Hum", An Bochen was suspended in the air. The warriors were shocked. The leader looked up and down at An Bochen, put away his waist knife, and arched his hand: "Do you dare to ask if you are a fairy?"

"It is precisely that the poor clouds have come here. Seeing the sad clouds in the palace, the dead air is flowing, so I came to have a look."

An Bochen said with a sanctimonial face.

The warrior leader hesitated for a moment and arched his hand to An Bochen and said, "Xianchang, please wait a moment, and then go and invite the Lord."

An Bochen nodded.

The samurai leader left in a hurry. In a short time, An Bochen saw a figure flying out of the depths of the palace. The person who came is a burly middle-aged man. His cultivation is in a state of innocence. He wears a crown, wears a dragon robe, and falls on the ground. He is majestic, but his eyebrows are slightly fierce.

"The fairy is just right. The little girl is critically ill, and no one can take good care of it. The fairy can come to the gentleman's country today. It's really a little girl's opportunity. Please take a look."

The lord of the country said bluntly, as if he was extremely sure that An Bochen would help.

In the year-old battle, the middle-aged lord naturally showed a good demeanor when he spoke.

An Bochen didn't think it was strange. He nod a little. As the lord walked into the palace, the warriors behind him all looked happy.

There are no seriously injured patients in the depths of the palace, only a rich banquet.

An Bochen was stunned and didn't open his mouth. The lord of the country said, "If Xianchang doesn't mind being lazy, he will eat here. The little girl can still wait."

Looking at the words and colors, the lord of the country had guessed what An Bochen was thinking and smiled and said, "I have never seen the immortal before. The immortal is not an overseas god, that is an alien immortal. Traveling overseas is extremely exhausting, Xianchang quickly had a full meal to treat the little girl.

The lord of the country looks fierce and aggressive, but his mind is very careful.

An Bochen commented in his heart that he was not polite. He divided the remnants of clouds and swallowed up the wine and meat on the table when he was young.

"Xianchang, please." Seeing that An Bochen was finished, the lord led An Bochen into a hall in the harem.

Opening the door of the temple, An Bochen walked in slowly and saw a pale girl lying on the bed, stained with blood. An Bochen looked carefully and saw that the girl's lower abdomen had been pierced by a heavy object, revealing a big palm blood hole. It happened to be Xiadantian, Xiadantian was destroyed, and the Yuanshen was dying. The girl's cultivation was about Mo in the Yuanying period, that is, the strength of the divine master. It was not easy to delay it until now.

"In a fierce battle the day before yesterday, the little girl was assassinated by those little people. She is still unconscious. The medical officers said that the little girl could not be preserved."

The middle-aged lord showed his grief at this time.

Although the gentleman's country can be reincarnated, after reincarnation, who knows that his daughter will be reincarnated in that family. The lord of the country loves his daughter so much that he knows that his daughter can't escape death, but he still refuses to give up easily.

"I don't know if the immortal may save her. If I can save the little girl, I will thank her again."

Seeing An Bochen silent, the lord of the country looked anxious.

After a long time, An Bochen sighed: "There is an elixir in the poor way, which can cure white bones and bring it back to life, but it took the poor way nearly a thousand years to collect medicine and refine, only one..."

Before the words were finished, the lord of the country had bowed to the end, and the tiger's eyes were wet: "If the immortal is willing to save him, I and the gentleman will not forget the great kindness of the immortal."

Hearing the words, An Bochen was secretly happy.

After meditating for a long time, An Bochen seemed to have made great determination and patted his thigh: "That's all, it's fate with you to be here today."

In the ecstatic eyes of the middle-aged lord, An Bochen took out Yu Chuang Dan.

In addition to Yu Chuang Dan, An Bochen also had Zhang Qi to buy his soul elixir. Although the girl's injury was serious, it was not taken seriously by An Bochen. It is rare to have the opportunity to try the curative effect of Yuchuang elixir, which can also make the lord grateful. Naturally, An Bochen will not waste only two soul elixir left.

He gave the girl Yu Chuang Dan, and An Bochen looked at it silently.

Not long after, the face of the lord beside him showed joy. With his cultivation, it can naturally be seen that the girl's broken skin and bones are gradually repaired at a very slow speed, and the yuan god is also rejuvenated.

"The poor road consumes more energy to help her recover quickly."

An Bochen smiled and stretched out his hand against the girl's lower Dantian. Naturally, the lord of the country was grateful.

But at this moment, An Bochen frowned.

Suddenly, a powerful force came from outside the palace, and abruptly pulled up the girl's yuan god and rolled into the distance.

An Bochen ran away and snorted coldly. Zhou Tianyuan's power gushed out of his arms, trying to leave the girl's yuanshen.

What An Bochen never expected was that the suction suddenly increased a hundred times, which not only easily swept away the girl's primordial spirit, but also made An Bochen stag.

"Dang!"

The death knell rang from somewhere in the palace, and the girl's breath weakened again, like a crumbling flower in the wind.

The middle-aged lord looked at him in a daze. Under the ups and downs, he was shocked, spit out blood, and sat on the ground.

"Chu Er's fate has long been doomed. It is God's will." With a miserable smile, the lord suddenly became ten years old.

"What kind of power is that? Are there any real immortals in the gentleman's country? An Bochen frowned and asked.

"It's not a true fairy, it's reincarnation." The lord waved his hand, ignored An Bochen, and staggered out of the hall.

It seems that the reincarnation of a gentleman's country is inevitable...

His body disappeared in the palace, and An Bochen rose up in control of the wind and flew away along the force.

Flying out of the capital, flying out of the country, An Bochen came to the intersection of the three states.

In front of it is a dark ocean, and the central island of the ocean stands.

Slowly flying to the island, An Bochen's heart beat faster. Through the deep and dark night, An Bochen saw the source of the reincarnation power.

That's a pair of scarlet eyes filled with tyrannical eyes... Not one pair, but three pairs.

When An Bochen landed on the island and looked up, he saw three huge monsters.

The indifferent breath from ancient times pressed against him. An Bochen took a deep breath and stood firm.

The song in the bead chain sounded at this time, echoing above and below the island. The three bronze-cast snakes regained tranquility in the song, and the atmosphere of pressing the world also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Looking at the three hundred-foot-high snake statues, An Bochen's eyes fell on the palms of their hands. There was a cyclone flowing there, and light and shadow flowed, half black and half white. From time to time, there were Yuanshen and souls floating from the distance, falling into the whirlpool, and then disappeared.

"Reincarnation?"

An Bochen said to himself.